The Grand Prophecy (the capitalisation was important, apparently) said that a being would come from the stars in a chariot of fire and with one use of their weapon, end the war.
At least, that's what my translation implant told me the locals were saying, after my pod crashed into their planet.
So I reluctantly agreed to at least meet with the heads of the two warring sides and try to be a totally impartial mediator.
But both sides were super aggressive and I had to shoot them both.
I pointed out the war wasn't over till the second shot.
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