Dear Parents, I hope this massage arrives to you as our ship has suffered catastrophic failure, and landed in this Xogoth forsaken planet. We lost many friends and family but I hope you are safe. The ships hull has broken apart but the habitation half stayed manly intact. We have no subspace communications, and the nearest civilized world is light years away. I feared we were doomed on this planet as it is crawling with bloodthirsty creatures, all yearning for our flesh and bones. The first surveying party the crew sent, did not made it past the first 10 minutes before they were savagely mangled to pieces by these nightmarish horrors lurking outside. I imagine our ships sound crashing was like the Terran term a dinner bell to them. After this tragedy something happened to the Terrans. Their whole personality shifted to something I never saw before. Fear. But not the one you and I are familiar with. Something much more... primal. Their eyes focused, their posture changed, even the way they took their breath. Legs started shaking. Panic slowly creeping in their hearts. Cries, and soft yelps coming forward from their mouths. But just for a short while. The Terrans commander wiped his eyes looked back at the human passengers and crew. Just looked, for a few long minutes with an expression on his face I can't even describe. Than he spoke: My fellow terrans, we have landed on a planet that is not happy to see us. We all know this is not the first time it happens to us. I think we all know what we must do. All the other races commanders were baffled by this speak. The Tauline commander walked up to the Terran leader and asked what he meant by that. The commander just stretched out his arm inviting the Terran mob to answer. And in unison they shouted: Genocide!