[ WP ] A peaceful alien race is besieged by another race in the same galaxy . As their last planets fall and their home-world comes under threat they do the unthinkable . They ask for aid from the only known creatures more brutal than their foes in exchange for FTL technology . Humans accept the deal .

The war had raged on for the better part of a century. The technology the humans had acquired had truley been a marvel, and now that the Great War was coming to a close and the human fleet closed in on the last enemy stronghold, it became clear why this technology had been kept from them. 
 
 The human armada of massive starships was just the tip of the spear of the true might of this now war hungry race. The old ways, traditions, religions, all had collapsed under the weight of the knowledge they had attained. And while the country's of this hostile world had come together to work as one to defeat their enemies, the line between friend and enemy blurred until they could no long distinguish between the two. True, humanity was going to win this war, but at such a cost as change their nature. Earth had been destroyed. Billions live lost in an instant. All that remained was the Armada and the soldiers onboard. It was at this point in the war ( roughly 50 years ago ) that the Prime Commander of the human fleet made the decision. The universe would know the wrath of Mankind. 
 
 As the fleet moved into position around the stronghold planet the Commander stood from his seat in the bridge of his Grand Destroyer and approached the relay podium. He cleared his throat then turned to his communications officer and said `` broadcast all channels, all frequencies.'' `` We have come a long way and our loss is beyond measure. Our home, our families indeed our very past has been taken. We that remain, the survivors as we all are now, have only each other. We are alone and on the edge of extinction, and if our flame is extinguish all trace of humanity will be lost.'' The Commander paused. He looked down and closed his eyes. The communications officer thought he saw a tear fall on the podium. The Commander then looked up and in a fierce and cold tone he shouted. `` We will not be forgotten! We will not be lost! We will find a new home! And if we are to be defeated before or home is found, THEN WE WILL SET THE GALAXY ABLAZE!'' Over the roar of cheers and yelling over the com, the commander issued his order `` FIRE!''. And the war was ended. 
 
 The conquest had begun.
