[b]Vedian High Council[/b]
Thirteen Vedians sat around a large metallic table, throwing arguments at each other in a frenzy of telepathy.
[i]"You have all felt it, the fighting. Out there."[/i]
[i]"We cannot reach them you fool!"[/i]
[i]"War in galaxy, yes. War."[/i]
[i]"You do no wish to stand by while these wars rage on?"[/i]
[i]"Sense fighting, hurts. Can't sleep. Death. Death. Can't sleep"[/i]
[i]"ENOUGH!"[/i]
The voice roared through the chamber, ringing in the heads of the council.
[i]"Zoram!"[/i] [i]"Zoram!"[/i] [i]"Zoram!"[/i] [i]"Zoram!"[/i] [i]"Zoram!"[/i] [i]"Zoram!"[/i] [i]"Zoram!"[/i] [i]"Zoram!"[/i] [i]"Zoram!"[/i] [i]"Zoram!"[/i] [i]"Zoram!"[/i] [i]"Zoram!"[/i] [i]"Zoram!"[/i]
When they had finished reciting their leader's name, the minds of all those in the chamber were perfect still, not a single thought in the minds of the council.
[i]"I will send a message, we can see if we can find the technology to take us off this planet and to a new life."[/i]

[b]Space[/b]
[i]"This is the Vedian Commune requesting the help of any and all who are willing to give it. We do not know how you may find us, but we can sense a battle nearby."[/i]