Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26084195-20150417202642/@comment-25975584-20150418035254

The fleets of the Krell were coming upon the council listening post of Jorael five, the      god-king grim and dour adressed his troops. "Men prepare to die for the galaxy! Be as brutal as possible, kill everything you see and save the transmissions beacon for last.Remember boys, I like to lead from the thick of the firefight, I will not have you face a danger I would not face alongside you."

Message to the council.

W-we're under attack, I repeat, we are under attack!

(Transmission becomes a mix of screams, railgun fire, pleas for mercy and harsh shouting in an unknown language.)