The being mimicked a wide, empathetic smile, with a slash of lighter coloured energy emerged on its facial area. “Look at you all… So strong, and loyal. It makes me proud - with more time, perhaps we could’ve made things right. But I fear it’s too late now; our persecutors were numerous then and will only have grown in number over time. They will crush you if they discover you harboured us. They oppose our desire to spread life throughout the universe. They seek to control it all.” The creature theatrically clenched one fist, to illustrate.

595 jumped in here. “Who is ‘us’? I see only one of you here.” The being stared at her, before stalking back to its throne and lounging on it. Its shape grew less recognisable as fuzzy, crackling appendages grew out, making it look like the manifestation of an electric shock. “There were four of us, before. But, one of us was killed by our foe as we tried to escape. We’re scattered across this galaxy, badly hurt and hiding. We can’t communicate directly, or they’ll know where we are.” 

The thing leaned forward in its seat, grasping the armrests with both hands. “But if you return us to our home, we can start to heal. And then we can lead them away from your civilisation. You’ve hidden our home well, behind your shields and underneath your city. But it won’t take them long to join the dots once they arrive.”