"Thank you anouncer" spoke the small silver toad-like hobbit that was the Chairman of Os. "I belive it is time for the issue at hand." "Greetings, greetings members of the various races of the galaxy! Ever since the great Wolf-Father sated himself upon the warm bosom of the universe and spawned the galaxy, the ravages of War have marked us all." He paused, adding a bit of religion in the opener always worked on large crowds. "From the records gleamed from the SPA Archives, we have witnessed what horrors a sparse milineum can bring, a thousand years of blood." As he spoke a slideshow detailing the most gruseum battles of various galactic wars apeared, changing to a new image at each juncture in the speach. "Tangled alliances bringing entire arms to conflict, mad machines waging assualts, marruading mostera gutting innocents, a virus corrupting the eldest of races, an unprovoked invasion spiraling into the crippling of a once great nation, a political philosphy heralded by a madman sweeping entire races like a plauge, interdimensional demi-gods creating near-apocolypses, geentic barbarians enslaving innocents and what may have been the horror of life itself." He said the last one with an air of utmost solemnity. "Our scientists have postulated that all of the casualties of the past thousand years could create an entire planet of corpses, complete with massive oceans of blood." The image shown puntuacted this. "Truly, war is a spectre of utmost hate." And Truly!" He spoke with a booming voice, "It hangs upun us like a guilotine of pure evil." Finally the main object fo malaise apeared on the slideshow. "The Nameless Empire!" The gasps of the visiers of several minor races was audible. "First alerted to the common galaxy some years ago with the reemergence of the now Imperial Wexxians these are beings of near omnipotent power scene only twice before in this realm." "The only way to ensure that they are not the ones to consume us like so many others we must FORGE!" With an almost religous fervor usually reserved to over zealosu ministers, the chairman began a speil to his multi-special ministry of martial matters. " We must come here and create a unilateral military defense treaty so that this! "He gestured to a much larger holo image, now showing the destruction of a planet, the recorded largest yield death act known to the galaxy. "Does not happen again." He shed a single tear, drank an entire glass of methane in a single gulp, and sat down. "Thank you." The applause was defening.