Our plan should be obvious, the Malamar snapped at Veronica with a wave of one of it's tentacles. Without answers or hope of relief, the plan was to ensure that no others would have the same fate by interfering with Humanity.

Obviously.

But it was becoming clear that these particular humans had something else in mind...and didn't plan on backing down. The anger that had been fueling it up till this point faltered at the words of these Unionites, and the creature only snorted in irritation.

You can't 'want' for anything else when there is nothing else, and not even stories will matter on the day when your kind just goes and destroys itself. How can there be 'peace' when your cities and your nations can't even coexist?

We merely intended to speed up the process of the inevitable-- and to be sure that you've no more opportunities for this.