Jasef V,
The envoy of the Midion bow deeply before the other guests, explaining why it has been necessary to convey this meeting and what is at stake.
"Honored envoys of every power of the Galaxy,
I, Katr of the Warrior Caste of Midion, will act as voice and memory of the Midion: what we've seen, what we see and what we know, will be reveled to you.
We always stayed away from the battles in the Galaxy: we thought it wasn't our place to interfere in the nature of the other species and their fights. Our Tearks, our Prophets, were right: in secret, we colonized many system, terraforming the majority of their planet to suit our needs.
We are sorry to have being silent about it before: we couldn't risk to incite strife among us and any of you: at present, 80 systems are under our control, half of them in the Galaxy edge. The reason for this, it's because we perceived a generation ago the coming of a terrible enemy: hungry, restless, voided of compassion. A black emptiness. But we didn't know our enemy: prophecies and such are enough to move us, but would have been enough to move your empires, already taken in alliances and in fights?
Now, we know our enemy: the Elder identified them as Old Ones, progeny of Shub Niggurath. For us, they are the enemy: they come no to kill, but to consume: we aren't even a speck in their dark minds. I've seen them, perceive them with my psionics, killed them with my lance, and I know it is true. We, The Midions, stalled them: we halted the advance of their vanguards against our borders and we are ready to do so again.
I sense fear among you, and I respect it: those who will choose to flee, could be our last hope, or at least will earn enough time to think of a solution. We will not flee: it's not in the nature of the Midion to flee and leave others to their deaths. We're currently mobilizing our fleets, and moving our civilians in our core worlds.
We can stall them, but the pours they represent can't be halted forever and everywhere at the same time. If we will able to stop the brunt of their attack, their ranks will split and skim around us, pouring on all of you. We ask that those who wish to fight, in every capacity they can, create a defensive perimeter near ours. We ask, if possible, the construction of a wormhole net, to move rapidly among this border: we use hyperlanes as method of travel, which in this case, is sub optimal. We ask the cessation of all conflict among us for the duration of this crisis, and that no one will take advantage from it to expand or humiliate the others.
To those that will fight with us, we will grant a boon, a weapon developed studying energy beings of a system we control: a lighting cannon, able to chain hit many targets with a single strike. We will share with them our energy and our minerals, to speed up the construction of a mighty armada of their own, able to fight the horrors from the beyond.
We ask you to fight for your life and for the prosperity of us all, so that someone, in the end, will be able to remember what we can achieve together.
I ask you: will you fight?"
The envoy of the Midion bow deeply before the other guests, explaining why it has been necessary to convey this meeting and what is at stake.
"Honored envoys of every power of the Galaxy,
I, Katr of the Warrior Caste of Midion, will act as voice and memory of the Midion: what we've seen, what we see and what we know, will be reveled to you.
We always stayed away from the battles in the Galaxy: we thought it wasn't our place to interfere in the nature of the other species and their fights. Our Tearks, our Prophets, were right: in secret, we colonized many system, terraforming the majority of their planet to suit our needs.
We are sorry to have being silent about it before: we couldn't risk to incite strife among us and any of you: at present, 80 systems are under our control, half of them in the Galaxy edge. The reason for this, it's because we perceived a generation ago the coming of a terrible enemy: hungry, restless, voided of compassion. A black emptiness. But we didn't know our enemy: prophecies and such are enough to move us, but would have been enough to move your empires, already taken in alliances and in fights?
Now, we know our enemy: the Elder identified them as Old Ones, progeny of Shub Niggurath. For us, they are the enemy: they come no to kill, but to consume: we aren't even a speck in their dark minds. I've seen them, perceive them with my psionics, killed them with my lance, and I know it is true. We, The Midions, stalled them: we halted the advance of their vanguards against our borders and we are ready to do so again.
I sense fear among you, and I respect it: those who will choose to flee, could be our last hope, or at least will earn enough time to think of a solution. We will not flee: it's not in the nature of the Midion to flee and leave others to their deaths. We're currently mobilizing our fleets, and moving our civilians in our core worlds.
We can stall them, but the pours they represent can't be halted forever and everywhere at the same time. If we will able to stop the brunt of their attack, their ranks will split and skim around us, pouring on all of you. We ask that those who wish to fight, in every capacity they can, create a defensive perimeter near ours. We ask, if possible, the construction of a wormhole net, to move rapidly among this border: we use hyperlanes as method of travel, which in this case, is sub optimal. We ask the cessation of all conflict among us for the duration of this crisis, and that no one will take advantage from it to expand or humiliate the others.
To those that will fight with us, we will grant a boon, a weapon developed studying energy beings of a system we control: a lighting cannon, able to chain hit many targets with a single strike. We will share with them our energy and our minerals, to speed up the construction of a mighty armada of their own, able to fight the horrors from the beyond.
We ask you to fight for your life and for the prosperity of us all, so that someone, in the end, will be able to remember what we can achieve together.
I ask you: will you fight?"
