Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26084195-20150417202642/@comment-26084195-20150514052748

Glosur was sitting in his study, reviewing plans for his various projects. As he does so, a miniature wormhole appears in front of him, and out stepped a Ghost encased in the usual ornate and runic armor. Except his armor was white instead of the usual grey.

"So." He said in a Ghost's usual deep and reverberating voice. "This is it, hmm? This is how you forced our hand?" He seemed sad, disappointed. "Life under a different ruler would be so unbearable you would seek to end it all? The entire Galaxy? We had hoped that this wouldn't happen, that the young species would be more evolved than this. We were naive. Perhaps we have always been naive. You want us to stop the Empire for the sake of the Galaxy, but it won't turn out that way anymore. We will stop you for the sake of the Galaxy, and all life in it." The Ghost turned to walk back through the wormhole, but stopped momentarily. "As of now, the Ghosts are at war. We hope you're happy. You got what you wanted in the end." Then he left and the portal closed.

But then, another being burst into the room. The familiar and this time entirely solid face of Eureka Enderborn looked upon him.

"Well! The Galaxy's still here! Maybe you'd like to tell me what that little transmission was about, and just what in the name of all that is good were you thinking?"

Back at the whole transmission thing....

The Ghost's message reads: Why should we care? Your species isn't very popular amongst us at the moment. If we recall correctly, you not only harshly plunged into our territory after multiple warnings were given, but you also attempted to damage the warp with destructive devices!