"With Rayden and Fierias colonized two years ago, and Ursa just moments ago, the former Klackon homeworld is now the 29th Psilon colony. All the colonies of our future will be made in times of peace - for before the year is out, all our wars will be permanently ended."
Low Reticuli Orbit, 18.3.2428:
"Now receiving a transmission from Jinga, the final Klackon world; I'll splice it with ours from this final Silicoid star."
"That's the end."
Mentar Imperial Observation Platform, 21.3.2428:
"So be it."
"We are victorious, and I shall rule over all the galaxy - now the Psilon galaxy! - thanks to this indomitable fleet."
"The Deep Space Radiation Labs shown in this image from last year formed our final war-time colonies while all the rest dismantled our enemies. This in spite of our utterly backward weapons technology, stagnated for generations, and still at the level at which its funding ceased at the outset of 2300. Our total victory would have been impossible if not for our swift work and the development of highly advanced non-weapon technologies!"
"So, at last, the Psilons have inherited the galaxy!"
"Quit whining, Newsdroid! That's the price you pay for peace!"
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Hidden Volantis Asteroid Base, 2.6.2433:
(Pirate Admiral Work Circulate pumps all four fists and turns to his Captains' Council) "We just got confirmation! High Master Iac and his honor guard went to reclaim Orion with the entire Imperial fleet, thousands of starships strong - and none of their weapons could penetrate the Guardian's shields! The Imperial forces are decimated, their leader killed, their government in disarray!"
(Captain Mrreowr Prrsha smiles, showing her feline teeth) "Then it's time forrr us 'Pirrrates' to show ourrr trrrue colorrrs - and the Mrrrrshan, Bulrrrathi, Silicoid, Darrrlok, and Klackon discoverrries and populations we've been concealing! Unlike the rrrest of the galaxy, we have up-to-date weapons technology!"
(Captain Nightside Shadow's eyes glow with pleasure) "And thankss to Chief Imperial Archivisst Dead Ssurrender and his ... generossity..." (Nightside poses briefly in the shape of a beautiful Psilon woman, then reverts to its natural form, with only its glowing eyes visible beneath the cowl of its billowing cloak) "...we alsso have the sstate-of-the-art Pssilon shield technology, including the latesst classs ssevens, ssufficient to give uss complete immunity to every weapon the imperial fleetss can carry."
(Captain Graoar Monch slaps his massive right fist into the palm of his left bear paw.) "My troopers are ready to move in wherever necessary!"
(Captain Sandstone Sedimin's inner lights gleam through its crystalline facets) "Whkich shkould be just a few imperial hkold-outs, thkanks to Nighktside and its people fomenting unrest agkainst thke empire and preparingk thke gkround for our populark welckome."
(Queen-Captain Ixitkitxitik Klaquan clicks her pincers together as her eyes light up, blue as the skies of Kholdan) "Then the time is right! Let us set out together ... and free the galaxy!"
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