Everything had been changing so fast, so soon, an age of expansion unseen in the Federation since the Empyrean Age. The Council, and by extension The Conclave, were now in control of no less then a thousand worlds. A Golden Age was starting, but it's brilliant sheen would potentially be tarnished by an enemy who's borders they were rapidly approaching, an enemy that the Federation would be more than happy to expunge, the United States of Saurisia.
The Council Chamber was abuzz with fervor over discussion on what to do with this new threat to the Federation; "should we ally with them?" One of the four High Chancellors may ask, only to be jeered down with insults, "Who would ally with beasts! These violations of nature!" or "The Saurisian vermin would rather see us as food then allies!" or "A true Aegean would fight against these cold blooded scum!"
The lobbing of words stopped, however, when a figure emerged from the pillar of light in the center of the room. His skin was radiant, perfect, his demeanor commanding, but his words had a tinge of venom, it was Gabriel, the "voice" of the Conclave, and thus the link between Earth and Heaven to the Federation, "The High Chancellors are right in their insults" he stated, looking across the circular room at each of the seated politicians of the Federation, "However, we are not going to ally with them. Their nation is a ravenous sea of barely sentient animals, feasting on the bodies of the brainwashed masses that should be holding true power. We will set nature right with our holy fire."
A small murmur of excitement fell across the council chambers, which fell into hushed silence as Gabriel calmly lifted his hand for silence, "They are equal to us in manpower, they have legions of ill-informed slaves and bloodthirsty beasts at their disposal. However, that is not how we will win, the fleets of the Federation will burn their nations to glass! They have a homeworld in the nation of Saurisia, 'Earth' they call it. On that planet their species died once, when a meteor collided with a place they called Chicxulub. They should've died then, but we'll commence a new extinction for their race, a new Chicxulub Plan."
The atmosphere in the room was electric, the High Chancellors, though still stoic in face and manner, were absolutely beaming with excitement beneath their faces, this was a start of a war the Federation is no stranger to, a war of extermination. This would certainly not be the first, and probably not the last, but it will perhaps be, with luck, the most memorable of them all.
The Federation shall finish what Chicxulub started.
The Federation of Allied Systems
Attention United States of Saurisia
Attention United States of Saurisia
Make no mistake, we are not strangers to your kind. For years we have known of your nation, and thus for years we have known of your madness. Humans once ruled your nation; proud, sane, just. However, we have noticed that your people are all but a pathetic echo of what they once were, now kept as brainless slaves and second-class citizens, or worse, as food for the evolutionary mistake you call "the Dinosaurs." We are giving you this message as the first, and last shred of mercy we shall give your people. Both dinosaur and human within your nation shall be put to the flame.
Let the plains of Chicxulub cry out once more.
Let the plains of Chicxulub cry out once more.