THE THRALL ARE COMING!
To slaughter every last one of them!
What of the indigenous life forms? (thats us!)
Ah well ... sorry about that.
The Thrall killed us! They invaded our last refuge and systematically slaughtered and ate us! some of us survived and 'jumped' to the next planet, covering our tracks with an ancient and powerful weapon.
... and we've been here ever since.
Gathering, building, plotting, breeding.
But now the Alliance has been discovered again!
We are not strong enough to make a stand against the sheer might of the Thrall.
So we must flee before our accursed enemy arrives and chops us up for the main course in, what would be quite literally, a feast of extinction!
But what of the local's? They'll be ripped to shreds too.
Ok, ok we'll send out an envoy. But you know what we think of them. Barbaric, unintelligent, technologically stunted cave dwellers. We'll be wasting our time just like before!
We're suprised they've lasted this long without wiping themselves out.
This is the last attempt mind you! if it's unsuccessful then the Thrall can have them!
So the Pentaran Alliance sent a single warrior. To choose a human ... any human and try to get through to it to see if their race is worth saving.
He chose Simon ... we're all doomed!