The Wolfenheim Project really was a good idea. Charles wanted to tell the Aliens that we could get to them. That we wouldn’t always be stuck in our little corner of the galaxy forever. That we could come for them. That we would always be coming for them. It was both a promise and a threat, and a statement of what we could do. Most of our colonies were no more than a few hundred lightyears from Earth back then. Barely a blip on a galactic scale, for Aliens that flew thousands of lightyears to do a flyby over Earth and wave at us stupid monkey boys. He planned go thousands, just like them. He finally picked a world five thousand lightyears from Earth and it was a good one. The Peloran said it had recovered from the devastation of the last war, but nobody lived there. So we could have it all to ourselves. Charles picked good.