"Hurry, uni-scribe! We have less than one space-hour to get to the negotiating table before the Great Disaster arrives!"
The uni-scribe worked feverishly at his terminal, trying to complete the document translation despite the horn-cries of his superior officer, the uni-diplomat. A magnificent example of space-unicorn breeding, the single alabaster horn sprouting from his forehead vibrated with his telepathic dictation, and the terminal's recording-forks struggled to keep up with the rapid process.
The desperate uni-diplomat paced back and forth in the room. He kept looking at the space-clock, watching the moments tick away and whinnying quietly under his breath. The light in the room was starting to fade away as ominous clouds rolled in, covered up the twin suns. It was as if the very planet understood the impending doom and was losing hope.
"Ah, ha! I have completed my task!" declared the uni-scribe triumphantly! The terminal buzzed as it transposed the collected horn-thoughts into a physical document printed on clear plastic paper. He took a moment to review it, confirming it was correctly written and understandable in the two required languages, then passed it to the frantic uni-diplomat.
The uni-diplomat snatched the document and raced out the door, his feet-hooves making irregular clapping noises on the floor. His horn-shouts rippled through the entire building. Replies were telepathically returned, and he found a magnificent uni-transport officer waiting directly outside, a fast-saddle firmly attached to his back. The uni-diplomat belted himself into the saddle, and with a shout and a jab, the uni-transport officer went running at wind-whipping speeds to the civic building in the capital city's central square.
The sky darkened even more, and a growing humidity indicated that the war-torn ruins of the space-unicorn capital was going to come under an unoptimistic rain soon, but the uni-diplomatic snapped at the reins and forced his mount on. The relief workers did what they could, moving away debris and forming barricades to keep the general uni-populace from the pot-marked road, clearing a path for the rushing official.
A coded horn-call from the uni-transport officer was acknowledged by a uni-general and the blockade of uni-troops at the central square broke formation only long enough to give access to the civic building. The army then reformed their formation, keeping a sharp vigil on the space-sasquatch soldiers who stood at armed attention on the opposite side of the square.
Unbuckling and dismounting, the uni-diplomat charged into the building. The security posted at the building demanded to see his identification no matter how loudly and desperately he pleaded for urgency. After many long agonizing space-minutes, he cleared the checkpoint. He rushed through the hallways, burst into the main conference room, and brought the sad debates at the negotiating table to a halt with horn-shouts.
"I have it! I have it here!" he waved the document in the air. "I have the peace treaty at last!" Both sides of the negotiating table cheered and hurrahed!
"Come, man, let us see it!" roared the Supreme Sasquatch, proud sovereign of the space-sasquatchs. He barrel chest thundered with a panicking heart, his normally well-combed fur ragged and knotted from worry. "We haven't a moment to lose!"
"Our pen! Our pen, curse your hides!" rang out the horn-call form the Uni-king, the royal diamond rings on his superior silver horn giving the telepathic shouts a sing-song-like quality.
"I made doubly sure the uni-scribe drafted the document in both unicornian and sasquatchese. I assure both governments that all concessions are officially in the treaty and..."
"No time, no time!" said the Uni-king, cutting off his sputtering diplomat. "Any concession is fine. Any surrender is acceptable. Just give us our royal pen!"
His counter-part bellowed his agreement. "Yes! All concessions! The space-sasquatch nation agree to anything! As long as there is peace! Peace, now! Hurry!"
Snatching the clear plastic document, the Supreme Sasquatch signed it at the bottom without reading it. Passing the both the treaty and his pen across the table, the Uni-king also added his royal signature at the bottom without giving it a look.
Just then, a yelling came into the room from outside. Telepathic horn-yells from the space-unicorn army. Bellowing savage yells from the space-sasquatch army.
Terrified yells. "Too late! Too late! It's here! The Great Disaster!"
Both monarchs bolted from the room. Their processions scampered after them outside. All dignity and civility of office was forgotten.
In the square, soldiers on both sides of the blockade had broken rank. Some few had committed suicide, placing the barrel of their ray-guns under their chins and disintegrated themselves. Others had tossed the weapons on the ground and fled, hopelessly trying to find some sort of shelter.
Many had dropped to their knees and begun praying. To the uni-god, the space-unicorn mono-deity. To Never-Seen and Large-Feet and Abominable-One, the space-sasquatch pantheon. And some to the terrible entity itself that descended from the sky.
The dark clouds parted, the sprinkling of grey rain misted away from the square. But instead of warm sunlight, the parting only revealed a deep and faraway blackness, and in the middle was a single floating figure. A man in tight fitting outfit of sea blue and copper yellow. Hovering over his blond hair was a crown of perfect space-gold, almost as harrowing to look at as the celestial figure it belonged too.
He descended to the middle of the square. Though he seemed to land as lightly as a feather, the pavement under his feet cracked under sudden strain. The city dimmed, dulled, all ambient light absorbed into the man's encompassing light-cloak before it too faded away. The clouds closed the hole in the sky, and soon the only illumination came from the gold crown's starlight.
The Uni-king and the Supreme Sasquatch rushed to the figure, averting their eyes and humbly prostrating themselves at at his feet. He stared down at them as a disappointed parent might look at misbehaving children.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked. His voice was level and patient, but at the same time everywhere and understood by all, penetrating comprehension and distance.
"Y-y-you have... you have many n-n-names..."
"I am a super wizard, come from the faraway spaces to render cosmic judgement."
"No! No, there is no more war here!" pleaded the once proud space-sasquatch monarch. "Look here, a peace treaty signed not moments ago! There is peace on this planet again! Peace!"
"Spare us, holy one," said the grovelling Uni-king. "Our armies have surrendered! Our nations are surrendered! The space-unicorn people are peaceful again, we give you our word!"
"And us, too!" added the Supreme Sasquatch. "The space-sasquatch people make war no longer! We swear to you!"
The super wizard looked down at the weeping rulers begging before him. But when he spoke, it was with a grim, flat tenor.
"It was the super wizard parliament that saved your mythic races many space-centuries ago, whisking you away from the toxic influences of your mother planet. The dominant creatures there were dangerous to you all, corrupting in nature and murderous in intent. We transported you with our science-sorcery to this lush and forested world, where you could be safe and free.
"And though you have grown and evolved into civilization, becoming fantastical space-races, you have made war on each other for the greatest of crimes... space-greed."
There was a collective sob from all in the city. They pleaded for lenience. In both languages. In both cultures. They cried out for mercy.
"No mercy from super wizards..." he declared, "...only the most terrible forms of justice!"
He crouched on one knee and held a single hand palm up to the sky.
"Since you you cannot share..."
The Uni-king begged.
The Supreme Sasquatch begged.
The super wizard ignored them both. As he ignored the billions of cries from around this doomed world.
He slammed his hand down on the ground before him and a burst of starlight exploded from his palm into the pavement.
A massive quake rippled around the world. A deep crack formed at the spot and raced across the land to meet at the planet's opposite side. Fire and magma spit up from everywhere as the world shook in it's death throes. The sky turned and angry red and the land fractured in city-sized chunk, spewed up into the atmosphere and even orbit.
The super wizard glided up and away, the pale light cloak acting as a protective cocoon that he rode up into space. From a couple thousand space-miles away, he witnesses the two halves of the planet tumble away from each other, oceans fall into endless nothingness, precious air rushing off every sudden edge. A billion people died in those moments. Billions more would suffer terribly over the following weeks.