The Making Of Legends Part 2

"You idiots, what are you doing!? How is it that in a matter of days, we have lost over 1000 galaxies!?" The leader of the death race yelled out in anger. 

"Sir, they are moving too fast. Our forces are stretched thin in the outer areas. Even if we gather them, the enemy is able to attack from light years away! We have tried everything, but once we start gathering near them, they take us out and then take the galaxies with them. " 

"Humph! If they are able to detect us within short range, then fucking make it so they can't detect us!?  The middle section is full of our forces. Move them out and wipe out the enemy! You are making such stupid mistakes that our death race will become a laughing stock!" 

"Sir, I am afraid that with the enemy's current strength, even if we send a force, we will sustain heavy losses leaving us open to the…." The man did not get to finish before his head exploded. 

"Anyone else not want to obey orders? Just do it!"