Halls of the Devout, Aratha
Final World of the Holy Arathian Empire

The Arathian knelt down before the hierarchs, and spoke slowly "We have failed, the city has fallen."
"Rise. Prepare our ships, we shall leave immediately" The hierarch said, turning towards the door. The officer spoke quickly as be raised from the floor
"The parasite has captured the shipyards, the Commander led them to your ship. He gave them the access code for the Halls of the Devout." He said, pointing towards the view screen as it displayed the over run ships
"Impossib..." The heirarch paused and glanced back towards the officer, hesitant "Call for aid...
"The commander has shut off our communications array, we're deaf and dumb"
[i]"And soon to be dead"[/i] Came a sharp voice, as the door to the room slid open to reveal a horde of infection forms, which flooded in. [i]"All bridges tumble down! And now your knowledge is ours!"[/i]

Space Port, Aratha

[i]"We have what we came for, Commander."[/i] The thinker rasped, drawing closer to the commander, who raised his weapon to stop him
"Then leave parasite. It is time for you to uphold your end of the agreement." The Commander said cooly, powering up his weapon to prove he would back up his threat
[i]"We shall take your ships and leave... May our paths never cross again"[/i]
"If they do, I shall cleanse you with holy flame." This time the thinkers only reply was a laugh, as the L'Er moved towards the space ships to leave the world.

Somewhere
"We have the information, it will be most useful in our future endeavours..."
"We can build it"
"Given the right resources... But first, we must acquire them..."
"Let us turn our attention to that..."