The courier ship we've been waiting for with the recordings of what The Galactic Community found has not arrived yet. But a transmission has arrived with other news.
Using my knowledge of leap techniques and studying the hyperwaves left by the unknown ships, I calculated three possibilities where their bases might be. The Galactic Community sent fifty ships to each of these possibilities timed to arrive simultaneously at all the positions. One of them was a direct hit!
They found eight of the ships orbiting a planet with an extensive surface base. The Galactic Forces offered the raiders an opportunity to surrender, but the ships tried to fight their way out unsucesfully. Driven back to the planet, they self destructed. A few moments later most of the base self destructed. There was literally nothing left, only a few out buildings were found on the edge of the base. And these had to be destroyed because they contained thousands of containers of biological weapons, each designed to attack a different race of The Galactic Community!
The Galactic Forces didn't want to mess around too much, preferring to simply destroy them. The markings on the cylinders were in some kind of code that no one recognized. However, there was a symbol on each one, corresponding to the race the weapons were to be used on. Dozens of the containers were marked for use on Earth.
Whoever these people are they seem to be friendly to no one. They seem to be targeting every known race! They're definitely very, very unfriendly individuals!

There's a religin that believes life is a bad dream, and that eventually we will wake up and find ourselves in Paradise. Sometimes I wish very much this philosophy was true!
The courier ship from The Galactic Community was almost a week late. It is extremely difficult to bring a ship into Earth's atmosphere so that I can exchange with a telepath and do menial work like reviewing tapes for hours. It literally gives me a headache and makes me irritable, to which my wife can testify.
Our first night's work was fruitless. We spent hours going over every inch of the passages in the dead aliens' skulls.
I had about decided to give up, but the telepath, even though contact with me was extremely hard on him, also, wanted to give it one more shot, so we began to take another look.
Having thoroughly examined the passages we decided to take a look at the plugs. Each had impressions on them, from where the self-destructing modules had burned against them. Most were meaningless as the majority of the modules had burned unevenly, and bounced around inside the cavity. But one had burned evenly, from the bottom up, pushing the module against the bottom of the cap, leaving a beautiful reversed image of the markings on its top. The moment I saw these images my Soul was filled with despair. For it was a ring broken in three segments. In each segment was a word written in the characters of the ancient Haven language! Though the characters were distorted I could still read them. The words were FATHER, SON, and GHOST. Without doubt what I was looking at was the symbol of The Holy Godden Empire, that insanity that seems to never end!
Without doubt these raiders that have been attacking The Galactic Community are controlled by a remnant of the nightmare that destroyed our societies 500,000 years ago!
We had hoped, we had prayed, that all traces of this nightmare were gone, but apparently our hopes are in vain.
Somewhere out there something still remains, and it is still attacking the inonocent, still destroying the good. The nightmare still continues from which we can never awaken. The legacy of our Forefathers still exists.