There Is A Term Commonly Used To Describe The Actions Of Humans During The War For Viirnas, Taken From

There is a term commonly used to describe the actions of Humans during the War for Vi’irnas, taken from their own lexicon. “In Cold Blood.” It means that they acted ruthlessly, and without any feeling or mercy for their enemy. The term has been used by nearly everyone, from historians and front line-soldiers to generals and High Council members. But I was there, and I know what really happened.

To say that the Humans killed us on the battlefield “In Cold Blood” is far from the truth. I don’t care what anyone has to say, but they definitely didn’t act “without any feeling.” The war started because of a land dispute, two colonies being set up on the same planet at the same time, one Dryzal and one Human.

Of course the diplomats and politicians tried to settle the dispute at first, discussions of dividing the planet between both species or one species leaving Vi’irnas all ended the same way: large shouting matches that got nothing done.

While the diplomats were arguing, the citizens of both colonies started arming themselves, afraid that they were going to be forced out of their home. The pressure between both sides had been building for weeks, until the dam finally burst.

A Dryzal scouting party encountered a Human outpost, and a panic ensued. Nobody could prove that either side had started the fight, but the outcome was as clear as the waters of Olon. Five humans had been killed, three of which had been asleep at the time, and two dryzal wounded.

This spark was all the Dryzal Councils needed, they sent a wave of troops to take over Vi’irnas and oust the Humans from their homes. Of course, the Humans fought back, and they fought back hard. Anybody who was old enough to hold a gun defended their home, several videos surfaced of Human Children fighting against Dryzal death squads, some of them actually managing to survive the encounter.

The Dryzal Middle Council had expected a quick takeover of Vi’irnas, their troops had better armor and weapons than the colonists, as well as years of training. Yet, the Humans had something stronger, Hope and Fear. Hope that they would survive and that help would come in time to stop the siege, and Fear that they wouldn’t survive and that they would die alone.

Sadly, the colonists’ fears were correct. The Dryzal Head Council authorized two squadrons of Elites to secure the planet. You heard me right, it took two Elite squadrons to take the planet from a group of Human civilians, and apparently the Planetary Advisor was begging them for a third.

Nevertheless, the colonists were slaughtered. Their ‘guerrilla warfare’ was no match for long-range plasma throwers and kinetic-resistant body armor. The colony was ordered to be left empty, as a reminder to those who challenge the Dryzal.

Human troops pulled into orbit not a day later, responding to the distress calls of the deceased colonists. What they found brought shock and horror to humans across the galaxy. The Dryzal had removed every sign of life from the empty shells of buildings. Crops had been burned, cattle slaughtered, and buildings caved in. Apparently a photo appeared on the human DataNet. It showed a photo of a young girl who couldn’t have been older than five, holding a doll tight to her chest, and plasma burns covering her face.

There was a single day of silence from the humans, more likely due to shock than any kind of mourning. Then, the Humans sent a single message to the Dryzal High Council. It was short, but the anger and malice it carried were powerful.

It simply read: You have slaughtered our people without showing any mercy, that will be the last mistake your kind ever makes. Good luck and Goodbye.

Death rained down on Dryzal throughout the sector, no ship was fast enough, nor was any bunker hidden enough to escape the wrath of humanity. Hellfire and righteous fury seemed to fuel the humans, with a single cry uniting them “Remember Vi’irnas, and make sure they don’t forget either!”

To even dare to say that the humans fought their enemy ‘In Cold Blood,’ or without emotion, is an insult to Humanity as a whole. The Hope and Fear of the colonists as they defended their home and their families, the worry of the first soldiers as their shuttles touched down on a dead colony, their rage sparked by the deaths on Vi’irnas, and the mercy they gave to the Dryzal High Council by accepting their surrender. They may have acted harshly, and they may have been devils incarnate who slaughtered their enemies on the battlefield, but never let someone tell you that it was in cold blood.

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Why Humanity Cares.

Meetings with the human ambassador were always incredibly tense. The man's tongue dripped with honey, but his race was easily the mightiest and most violent sentient race in the Galaxy.

It had been just over five standard galactic cycles since the humans had officially joined the concordat, four cycles prior to that were just worry and negotiations. Teanorc had presided as protectorate of the concordat of stars for three galactic cycles. His predecessor had given him a dossier on humans specifically. Most of what was in it was public knowledge, and Teanorc had been a representative of the golithea at the time humanity had unceremoniously stumbled into concordat space.

They hailed from class-9 death world, the gravity of their home planet alone would kill most sentients, and on top of that extreme weather patterns, extreme temperatures, extreme flora and fauna, some of the flora actually ate some of the fauna. Their world was one right out of old science fiction stories.

As a result humans were likely the most hardy and durable species in the Galaxy, killing a human was an insane feat to pull off, this had actually lead to "human hunts." For awhile before they had joined the concordat, and despite best efforts of fully equipped, military trained professional hunters, only one hundred humans were successfully killed by them. The humans were furious at it though, an attack on one was an attack on all. Yet still they did not declare war.

The humans had approached the condordat with open arms, they always worked to put their best foot forward, and despite their colored past, which they made no attempt to hide, the always spoke of peace. They had been invaluable in defending gur'nak'kir'blim and scientific station there from an exploding star! They had even moved the planet to a new viable location, same type of star, same distance, nobody could do that! Their technology was far beyond the concordat they could easily overthrow it and enslave the Galaxy. But for some reason they didn't.

This was the mindset that Teanorc was in when the human representative arrived at his office for routine cycle dues and updates. He really hated dealing with him, he always felt on edge, like anytime the representative would just pull out a gun, say some quippy one liner and shoot him dead in the spot.

Deacon was his name. He opened the door and stopped cold.

"I'm sorry, is this a bad time?" He asked, right, on top of everything else these people were also powerful empaths, they could literally feel when your emotions were off kilter.

Teanorc sighed, a long hissing sound for his race. "I'm just Stressed Mr. deacon, being Protectorate is a lot of work." Teanorc replied.

"Understandable." Deacon replied he took a step in and handed Teanorc an orange envelope with a myriad of human signatures and holoseals on it.

"That's it?" Teanorc asked as he took the envelope "nothing else?". Still half expecting the the smiling ambassador to slit his throat.

"You always ask that y'know." He said "working with me distresses you somehow, I'm sorry about that, I genuinely don't know why, if I did, I'd do everything I could to fix it."

Something about the Hunan's tone was off, it didn't sound like his normal practiced professional tone, that was still there a bit, but it had wavered. For some reason Teanorc felt that Deacon was being honest with him, though he wasn't sure why. He stared at the human for a long moment before deciding to speak again. Fuck it, if they planned to kill him anyway he supposed it wouldn't matter.

"It's not you specifically Mr. deacon. He said slowly "Humans in generally distress me."

Deacon turned and raised an eyebrow, a human gesture that usually meant confusion.

"I cannot believe you are unaware of why this is. Surely you must know."

"Did we do something recently?" Deacon asked "I'm pretty sure I was careful to honor all the customs I was taught."

Another hiss from Teanorc "fine, you want me to say it, I'll say it." He said "human military forces outnumber the forces of the whole concordat nearly one hundred to one. Human technology is light-years beyond anything we have ever developed, your species has a history of war crimes that make the worst villains of galactic history look like saints. You're nigh unkillable by conventional means, you are capable of reading emotions, and physically enhancing yourselves by getting angry or determined. You could the tear concordat apart in less than a cycle. Yet you speak in honeyed words, open your arms, act with kindness, you moved a whole planet, who does that! Your very existence is like a gun pointed at our heads, and I'm just waiting for it to go off."

Deacon blinked a blank stare on his face for a breif moment. It looked as though he hadn't actually expected Teanorc to put it in words. He chuckled a bit, though it didn't sound as though it was from Glee. Then deacon did something that Teanorc had never seen him do. He visibly relaxed, his shoulders slumped forward, his head tilted just a bit to the side and he grabbed the chair on his side of Teanorc's desk.

"Do you mind?" He asked. Teanorc waved his hand in a sort of dismissive approval.

"You see us as monsters." He said then turned and stared at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity.

"Am I wrong?" Teanorc asked, venom dripping from his voice.

"No." Deacon answered, there it was, loud and clear, the bolt would come any moment. "We have always been monsters, the chosen companions of death for nearly ten thousand years." Deacon continued, his head finally tilting down from the cieling to look at Teanorc. The man looked tired, exasperated, worried. None of the emotionsTeanorc had expected of this moment.

"But y'know living in a world filled with death has taught us how absolutely beautiful and precious life is.". Deacon's eyes blazed with a passion his tired features did not share. He meant what he was saying. "We weren't lying, we really do want peace. We want to help, we want protect, we want to encourage. We have lived in fear of death, we have lived without help, we do not wish these things on anyone."

Teanorc was surprised, this was not what he had expected, he was certain that the humans were just biding their time, playing with the concordat until they got bored. But this was not what Deacon's voice or impassioned eyes believed, which meant that… Teanorc had been wrong.

"But you have the power to do anything you want!" Teanorc replied, trying to make sense of it.

"And we don't want to conquer the concordat." Deacon answered. "We just want to live the brightest and most dazzling lives we can, before death comes for us too."

A DEATHWORLER'S WAR PT 1

Hunanity's truth universe

From the memiors ambassador Gruxalon of the vanai-ashti.

We were, at the time, the newest members of the Galactic Alliance, the 97th race to be admitted.  Upon our admission myself and my fellow ambassadors were invited to the alliance's primary meeting ground, a massive spaceborne station in a system officially owned by no one, meant to be a nuetral ground.  Here we were given an orientation of sorts that lasted several weeks, this was understandable as this orientation included detailed dossiers on each of the 96 species as well as the history of the Alliance itself and the responsibilities and laws we would be expected to uphold as a member of it.  During our time there we were greeted by ambassadors and congulated on our appointment to the council.  Most were cordial, but clearly unhappy with our new position.

This was expected, we had asked to join solely to seek military aid against the Xinali, a hostile race that had made it their mission to drive us to extinction because we were amphibians and they believed amphibians were an unnatural abomination.  We were not close to that looming possibility yet, but it was clear that Xinali had superior numbers and firepower to our own, and our war, if left unaided, would eventually become nothing more than delaying the inevitable.

As to the reason we were inducted despite our less than diplomatic purpose, it was our communications and kinetic barrier technologies, they were far and above better than anything anyone in the alliance had, except the humans anyway, THEY had blown science fiction energy shields, but they had steadfastly refused to share that technology with the alliance.  They were a bit distrusting and isolationist as I understood it.  I remembered their dossier fairly clearly for two reasons, firstly because they were considered the strongest and most disciplined military power in the galaxy, secondly their homeworld had come up when discussing the concept of "deathworlds."

"Deathworld" was a designation granted to any habitable world that housed significant dangers to habitation by sentient species.  About 12 of the now 97 member species hailed from deathworlds.  Deathworlds had a classification system that went from category 1 to category 10, I don't remember exactly how they differentiated the categories, but i do remember that the larger the number, the worse the planet, I also remember that of the 38 known deathworlds in existence only one rated above a category 4, the human homeworld of Terra was a category 9.  Sentient species that evolved to become dominant on such worlds are usually aggressive and militaristic, and they are ALWAYS predatory, humans added isolationist and closed off, to that list of quirks.

As a result it was considered normal that the humans did not always send delegates to alliance meetings, most of the time the topics to be discussed had little to do with them, at least from THEIR perspective.  So it came as quite a surprise when I first met one.

We were pleaing again for the Galactic alliance to send military aid and were receiving the typical nonchalant disapproval, these proceedings continued for done tine before the human delegate stood and addressed his camera.  Everyone fell silent, it was known that the human delegate was not often present, and when he was, he rarely addressed the council, I had, to that point, never heard him speak.

"What the hell is wrong with you people!?" He opened aggressively "What's even the point of a council if you're not going to act on the behalf of a member.  It wouldn't even bd all that difficult or resource intensive to help them!"

I was taken aback I had certainly not expected support to come from the absentee and isolationist human delegation.  In truth they had a reputation for not really wanting to get involved in the affairs of others, it had been the primary reason we made no attempt at diplomacy with them.  

"Perhaps for you deathworlder, but for most of us a war is a very serious affair!" Another delagate answered.

"And you believe it is not one for us?" The Human diplomat replied. "Do you think it easy having such power at our fingertips?  Do you think we wish to abandon diplomacy and turn a prestigious place like this to dust, simply because we can?  We are NOT so petty.'

At this point the Consulate rose in the center platform of the space, placing himself between the two arguing races.

"Enough with this consternation." He said "I think we all know the true reason the humans are so adamant about this.  This is about the Cithir incident, isn't it ambassador?"

The human hung his head low, he looked remorseful and defeated "yes Consulate, we have waited a long time for such an opportunity."

My spines rattled a bit at that statement, opportunity for what?  His race would not be used for some dark deathworlder experiment.  

"If that IS the case, then i suggest leaving the issue of military intervention in the hands of the humans, the ambassadors in question may hash out the details between themselves."  This was met with raucous applause.  "In the meantime!" The consulate continued silencing the crowd "we will discuss the sending of foodstuffs and supplies to the Vanai-Ashti, because if i can speak plainly ambassador Orillion had a point, we DO exist as a community to help one another, and if we are unwilling to do so in any capacity, then we will have failed as a community AND as a council, we are responsible to do at least this much, agreed!?"

Less enthusiastic applause this time, but nearly twenty ambassadors offered to sue for aid from their homeworlds.

I was nearly swallowing my own throat afterwards, I had never met any deathworlders much less the apparent worst of them.  These were predators, powerful predators, I acquainted myself with their dossier as I waited for their ambassador's arrival at our diplomatic suite.

They averaged a meter taller than us, they possessed shielded, gun covered ships, their homeworld's gravity was five times our own, and they were, apparently, nigh unkillable monsters.  Their bodies produced something called "adrenaline" under stress, it essentially reversed the function of going into shock, rather than killing them this caused them to become numb to pain and unable to feel fear, it gives a burst of energy and sharpens their senses.  This substance is the reason the Galactic alliance is able to treat shock, i single litre of it can treat over a million people, and humans trade it for information, technology, passage through territory rights etc.  It is SO potent that they can refuse to share their shield tech and still make more money than nearly any other member species.

A tapping at the door caused me to jump out of my seat, i put away the dossier and answered, as the human looked down at me i must've have done poor job of concealing my fear.  Because he knelt down to my level and assured me he meant me no harm.

"Maxwell Orillion," he said, "nice to meet you."

"Gruxalon of the house fùrl," I answered "it is likewise nice to meet you." 

"So what kind of creatures are these…" he tapped at a screen on his wrist "...Xinali?"

They are an Avian race." I answered keeping information short.

"Not to sound unhratefull, but you and Consulate Grak mentioned something called, 'the Cithir incident' and you said humanity has waited for this opportunity.  What exactly do you plan to DO with us?"

"What do you mean DO to you?" Ambassador Orillion looked genuinely confused.

"Well I don't expect you intend to save our asses with no compensation." I replied a bit indignantly.

"What…?" Orillion stared at him in bewilderment for a moment begore something clicked behind his eyes "oooooooooh, you're new, you wouldn't know yet, I'm terribly sorry I'm just so used to everyone knowing." He said.

"Knowing what?" I asked.

"Uh… hmm… this is rather delicate, understand, it's kept out of dossiers for a reason."

"Okay…" i said.

"When we tried to colonize outside our home system for the first time, we ran into and insectoid race called the Cithir, to simplify matters a bit oyr people were split in how wanted to handle the Cithir, the larger group wanted to make contact and attempt peaceful negotiations, the smaller, but more powerful, and rich group wanted to kill them off so they could divy up the planet and sell the land to the highest bidder.  That group succeeded, we eventually caught them and made them face judgment.  But the fact that humanity genocided an entire race, doesn't sit well with us and we have been looking for an opportunity to atone."

I took this all in, it was a lot… it took me a few minutes, no wonder everyone was so afraid of them. I cleared my throat.

"So if i understand this… you committed genoside and by stopping the Xinali, you see that as like… undoing that?"

"No… what we did cannot be undone." Abassador Orrilluon said, "but we hope it can be forgiven." 

INFORMATION I WAS NOT PREPARED TO LEARN. MAYBE WE *ARE* ALONE. BECAUSE WE ARE SO *EARLY*. IF THERE IS EVER GALACTIC CIVILIZATION THEY WILL NOT REMEMBER US AT ALL. BECAUSE WE ARE NOTHING. CELLS, JUST BEGINNING TO FORM LIFE. SORRY FOR SCREAMING. BUT ARE YOU LISTENING. ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT IT.