The lie was like a poison gas, spreading silently and quickly through the whole galaxy.
On the bridge of the Odyssey, screens that usually showed star maps or ship reports were now filled with messages. Hundreds of them, then thousands, flooded their systems.
They came from friends and allies, from planets they had saved and leaders who had promised their support.
The messages were all filled with fear and confusion.
"Is this true?" one message from a fleet admiral asked. "Did the Precursors really plan to eat the galaxy?"
"Our people are scared," wrote a leader from a world they had just freed. "They say you are leading us into a trap."
"We are putting our support on hold," another message stated, this one colder than the rest. "We need to know more before we follow you any further."
