The council

"So that's what happened.". Inside a large, domed room; sat many people. They were the members of united protectorate council, reviewing the logs and discussing what should be done with them. "I believe that it may be better to destroy the tablet." said a Sarroth. "No, it should be sealed away with us." said a human." Slowly, the argument escalated into a debate of whether it is ethical or not to seal it, destroy it, spread the words within, and whatnot. "That is quite enough!" yelled the head councilor "This is a very delicate issue. If we destroy it, we will never have any secret data leak. But the Falk'lers will want answers as to what was on the tablet, and they might try to forcefully take it. If we seal it, the same thing may happen and also might cause a stir with the Raoth. Since our treaty states that we will have to share some tech and information about the station." The incident with the Black Death caused the Raoth to start noticing the dead planets in Protectorate territory. They feared what caused it and started peace talks. With many days of negotiations, the war finally ended. "For now, we should give the tablet to the Falk'lers." said the head councilor. After a short uproar, she raised her hand and continued. "But we will only give them the personal data and censor the sensitive information." This calmed the councilors and eventually the idea was made into reality.

Years later, the galaxy is at peace. All races are united under the Protectorate. On Falknar, a small Falk'ler holds a scratched tablet in his hands. " Was the third prince really the catalyst for this lasting peace?" He asked his father. "He was son, my brother was the true catalyst for peace.".