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“OUR FIGHT IS NOT WITH you.” A Phelb was saying over the voice recording. “We are only after the Vandorians.”
There was a high-pitched chittering chuckle that sounded from the other end of the transmission. “You fool.” The Gilbaglian replied. “You don’t seem to understand. You are the children of our oldest and most ancient enemy. The only race that ever held any risk to Gilbaglian security.”
There was a pause. “I do not understand. We are the children of God.”
“There are no gods left, you fool.” The reedy avian voice said. “The old gods that created the universe are long dead. All that remains is the Gilbaglian Empire. And this childish little battle between a divided species will end shortly and the Gilbaglians will rule the galaxy once more.”
“Surely there must be a kind of peace that can exist between us?” The Phelb asked.
“There will be an absolute peace.” The Gilbaglian voice replied once more, with a chuckle again. “When you humans are all dead and we rule once more.”
The transmission cut into static as the ship was destroyed.
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