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piritskenyer · 5 years

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Human vengeance - By observations of K. X”. Khruil

We thought we had figured out the Humans by the time the attack on their homeworld happened some 200 years after the Aaraken War. We thought they had calmed down and had put aside their destructive tendecies, but we came to realise that they just is no stopping their anger given a strong enough catalyst. That catalyst came, as mentioned, 202 years after the end of the Aaraken wars. By this point, the Humans have secured the Garsen Alliance’s territories andwere solely in charge of the Alliance’s military, as they were the only warlike species out of the four of us. They have been pushing in the Alliance Council for closer integration into a sort of empire and expansion. They were arguing for it bringing logic and reason and offered some valid arguments, and the debate was still open. Until the Horic attack happened. The Horic attack (originally named the “Destruction of South-East Asia”) was an event in which an atmospheric bomb entered Earth’s atmosphere roughly over the island of Hainan and scorched the atmosphere in a radius of 1200km, and if not for the rapid response of the humans, it would have slowly burned the entire Earth atmosphere. Some 3 billion humans died in the strike.

At first, there was much confusion over what had happened; Some speculated Human extremists, some a freak accident of a capital ship exploding in high atmosphere, but it was rapidly determined that what caused the death of billions was a single-shot device launched from a far world. Using only telemetry data and deduction, the Humans reconstructed the main features of the weapon (which was travelling at such a high velocity that the quite advanced Human defensive systems could hardy track it and had no hope of intercepting it), and also reconstructed it’s trajectory, pinpointing its exact origin on the other end of the galaxy. They named it “Atmospheric Deprivation Device, Single Use” or ADDSU, and immediately got to work working out a procedure to defend against it. This consisted by putting a blocking force in the trajectory of the weapon, corrected by the rotation of the galaxy since it has been launched.

I was on a human ship (a cruiser - see technical report n°538 by SO M1. C. Kort, appendix (f)) when the news broke about the attack, and the reaction I saw made me realise that humans, despite their advancements were still very much driven by instinct. Every single human crewmember that day was enraged, all of them losing their self control to a certain extent. They described that to me as being “upset” or in “emotional distress” afterwards, but the brainwaves I captured that day were most similar to a wounded predator’s rage reaction.

We (Garsen, Thikiid and Rowdan) initially did not appreciate just what the reaction of the Humans was going to be like. We knew that military action was unavoidable at that point, but we expected something similar to the Aaraken War where the Humans subdued the Aaraken without exterminating them. We should have listened to History Research Officer Werred who was trying to warn us that the retaliation was going to be much more gruesome. He had looked into Human history (his mission was to log Human history in an unbiased way from the past all the way to the present) and has predicted that a genocide of this magnitude would repercussions way more gruesome that any of our three species could ever dream of in our worse nightmares.

The first indication of him being right came when Force M, the outermost of the extended ADDSU defensive screen intercepted a convoy of 15 huge colony ships on a trajectory pointing towards earth. Force M consisted of a medium cruiser (GAS Amsterdam), two general purpose destroyers (GAS Allen and Quinet), 5 multipurpose frigates (GAS Job, Odin, Quinlan, Roffa and Popeye) and 24 corvettes (10 heavy and 24 beam) (see relevant entries in Garsen Alliance Navy Public Technical Database) under the command of Commodore Marcus N’Gaye. Force M stopped the convoy, hailing them and asking for their purpose and their destination. For description of the events that followed I am copying the log entry of Ensign Jacques Coter serving as fleet log officer on board Amsterdam.

Hostile challenge: “Attention unknown vessels, this is the Garsen Alliance cruiser Amsterdam. Stop immediately or we will fire upon you. I repeat, stop immediately or we will fire upon you.” Hail signal recieved, positive response, vessels compliant, engaged reverse thrusters to bring speed to zero. Commanding officer (CO): Engineering, initiate telemetry scan of the ships [engineering response: Aye sir], Communications Officer! Open a channel. Communications officer (ComO): Open channel, aye sir! Communications channel established, translator module engaged. CO: Attention unknown vessels, this is Commodore N’Gaye of the Garsen Alliance Navy, please state your destination and purpose on this trajectory. Unknown vessel (UV): Greetings N’Gaye of Garsen, we are Goulf from Hoor, leader to this colony convoy bound for W20SC438 [coordinates set in another reference frame]. CO: Greetings. Terribly sorry, can you transmit your coordinates with a reference point, as these coordinates are not readable cleanly. UV: Of course, we are sending you a transmission now. Incoming transmission. Recieved by navigation station. Decoding in progress Navigating Officer (NavO): 7 minutes, sir. CO: Understood. Goulf from Hoor, please stand by while we read your data. UV: Please, take your time. Decoding finished, data projected on known database NavO (in a low voice): Communications, please mute outbound. ComO: Roger, muted. NavO (voice breaking): Sir, you will... You will want to take a look at this. CO: What the fuck is going on Mr Thompson? NavO (voice still breaking): Sir, their reference point... [takes two deep breaths, composes self, resumes in calm and professional manner] Sir, their reference point is the origin point of the ADDSU, and their target point is Earth. CO (slight shaking in his voice): Are you absolutely sure, Mr Thompson? NavO: Aye sir. Positive. CO: Engineering! Chief Engineer (CE): Engineering. CO: Scan status? CE: Almost ready. CO: How long? CE: 25 seconds give or take. CO: You heard navigation? CE: I did. CO: Are they armed? CE: Negative, no energy or mass signature suggesting weaponry. CE: Scan complete, transmitting to your screen now. CO: Recieved, checking. CO: Comms, open fleet channel. Open to the 1MC as well. Also transmit the scan readouts to the fleet, Sec5 encoding. ComO: Transmitting, aye sir, channel open. CO: Attention all hands. We have encountered vessels that originate from the same point as the weapon destroying most of South-East Asia originated from. We are transmitting scan readings to all ships now. Engagement plan is as follows: On my mark corvettes and frigates will engage the enemy’s engine modules and immobilise them. On my second mark Joachim and Mark [CO’s of Allen and Quinet respectively] will close to point defence range and puncture the enemy hulls without outright destroying them. Target their bridge and life support systems. Acknowledge! Acknowledgement signal from all 31 ships Operations officer (Also executive officer - O/XO): Sir? CO: Go ahead. O/XO: Should we check for escape pods? CO: Point. Engineering! CE: Engineering. CO: Scan indicates lifepods. Are they mechanically launched, self-propelled or what? CE: Hold on. CE: They are self-launching, electrically powered from their own power source. CO: Are the enemy ships susceptible to EMP? CE: They are unshielded beyond basic radiation shielding. CO: Comms! Reopen to fleet. ComO: Open sir. CO: Frigates and Destroyers, on my third mark hit them with EMP also, how copy. Acknowledgement signals received. CO: Action stations across the fleet! Ship to action stations. CO: Comms, keep fleetwide channel open, mute all incoming from it, unmute outgoing to... them. ComO: Go ahead sir. CO: Goulf from Hoor, may I ask weather you have a communications array to contact your homeworld? UV: Yes, we do, why? CO: Mark! First part of engagement plan execute. Corvettes and Frigates reporting targets serviced. UV: [indiscernible] You are firing on us! [indiscernible] CO: Goulf of Hoor, we have a problem. Or rather, you have a problem. Quite a serious one in fact. You belong to the race that attacked our planet and wiped out 20% of our race. That is not your problem. Your problem is that you haven’t confirmed the kill on our planet and haven’t confirmed that all of us are dead. Your problem is that you are unescorted, and your biggest problem is that you are about to die. I know you have power even if your propulsion is out, so transmit a message for me to your homeworld: Message begins: We are coming for all of you. We are inhabitants of W20SC438. Message ends. You can also tell them what happened to you. Comms! ComO: Comms. CO: Monitor for transmissions. ComO: Monitoring for transmissions. ComO: High-power outgoing from lead vessel. ComO: Outgoing finished. CO: Roger. Mark! Second part of engagement plan execute. Frigates and Destroyers report good hits. UV: You are condemning us to death! CO: I know. I know. Mark! Third part of engagement plan execute. Frigates and Destroyers report good hits. CO: Ops, recall Corvettes, strafing is authorised.

Personal notes of Ensign Coter revealed the mood of hatred that came upon the entire bridge crew (and safe to assume the entirety of the humans present) upon the revelation that the ships they were facing were from the world that almost wiped out their own. Our later investigation found that there were around 12 million colonists on the 15 colony ships. Our three species tried talking the Humans down from what was about to happen, but all we achieved in doing was to spare the Horics total extermination like the Humans originally wanted.

Still, the Humans were true to N’Gaye’s word, wiping out half of the total Horic population, making Hoor (the Horic homeworld) uninhabitable for the Horics (the GAN bombarded Hoor incessantly for a third of the planet’s cycle around its star, turning the planet’s surface into an inferno) and condemning them to live on their colonies under Garsen rule. As a final spit on the grave of the Horic Empire, they terraformed Hoor ever so slightly and settled on the planet. HRO Werred later pointed out that this pattern of behaviour was perfectly in line with what he had predicted based on his research, but even he couldn’T have predicted the scale of the carnage. This wasn’t the measured, surgical and professional warfare without any deep emotion the humans were very much capable of, this was bloody vengeance where they just wanted to make others suffer. Originally we wanted to expel the Humans from the Alliance for this, but they came to the Alliance Council and very calmly argued that they would never do such a thing to us because we were allies and friends, but if something similar to what has happened to them was to happen to any of our three species, their reaction would be similarly horrific. This made most of use feel relieved, and strangely comfortable, knowing that the most cruel of species in the Galaxy was affectionately watching over us.

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thelastangryman-blog · 7 years

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Ah! You Know What I Mean; Write?

A Three Course Meal Regarding the Current State of Converse Today

1. Definition

When it comes to the Star Trek (series) debate; I’d be partial to Voyager. Not because it’s part of the Star Wars franchise. It was just a good show.

I liked Captain Janeway and the crew; their adventures as they tried to get home. The Doctor and 7’s relationship – right in the feels that moment he confessed his love to her before the virus that was eating his programme deleted him forever. After he took his last virtual breath... the Captain asked the computer to run the back-up Doctor programme. #morto. But I digress.

One of the recurring enemies was The Borg Collective. ‘We are Borg. We are many.’

They were a human/machine hybrid with a collective hive mind. Totally badass; really got my 15 year old nihilist going, when I wasn’t masturbating to 7 or Janeway. Though as menacing as The Borg were, Species 8472 had The Borg scared.

Though we haven’t reached The Borg level of ‘resistance is futile’ yet, as if we had none of this Otherkin preferred pronouns triggers warnings would have seen the light of day. But we do have the collective hive mind – Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr: where the individual is problematic.

‘We are The Parroting Collective. We are many. And we have a thousand and one shoeboxes of identity and gender politics.’

Diluting words to the nth degree: peeling a layer off each time we place it in our shoeboxes until there’s literally nothing left of the word. Just like when Hugh Mungus raped Zarna Joshi.Intersectionalising and filibustering them into dust with no substance or taste left. Any wonder people are hesitant to speak their mind when they no longer know what words are now considered micro-aggressions. Everyone wants to start a conversation but no one wants to contribute. Individual comment is smothered by the collective’s blanket of buzzwords that bring nothing to the conversation but only make it more difficult and confusing. Words have to start meaning something again.

Arguments are now made by unlearning and rewording. As long as you submit a tomb of footnotes to confirm what you’re not saying. Predicating every statement; post and thought with a completed-abridged TL;DR A-Z of the things you stand for and don’t. All those pointless labels that first have to be seen and checked off some imaginary list so what you’re saying/asking can be allowed and only after every problematic word has been over-lapped on Venn diagrams into a black hole: finally to consult color-coded reference charts for the appropriate response. Or the more frightening reality of discourse today: being fired, doxed or handed the racist, sexist, misogyny card – a hat-trick with as much validity as the original Holy Trinity – shown so many times it’s blank at this stage; you can write whatever you want on them when their definitions change every half hour.

Language itself is in a serious state dysphoria. And what does language trans into? Emojis and hashtags. Hieroglyphics?

We’ve become so tightly wound, every word is negative-red and we charge-in-positive with hair triggers and its civil war in the comment section over an opinion: a word that is spelt with 2 eyes. I would go even further and say 4, 2 silent ones. We have to stop constructing rebuttals with our feelings. Argue the principle, the point; not the passion. All the facts and figures count for nothing if your passion speaks for you.

Ask any vegan, they’re a funny bunch. They’ve facts and figures for every sort of fact and figure and yet; they’re still a fringe-whinging minority. I sincerely admire their passion but when you share pictures of a child in a baking tray adorned with vegetables and an apple in their mouth… How can you reasonably respond to that?

I do see their point of view. I understand the argument they’re making. But their passion moots their point. Yet, I’d easily debate any meat-eater about the healthy, humane alternatives: though I’m still going to have a chop for dinner. Phss... You know that squirt you get in your mouth when you chomp into a sausage – that blast of hot delicious goodness that, that’s the essence of vegan tears.

And spare me the: you know there’s more potato in McDonald’s chips than meat in a sausage. So. Some people say abortion’s murder. Doesn’t mean they’re wrong. A true reflect of character, the individual as a whole, is not found in an opinion. Or half an argument.

And if you’re wondering what this has to do with Star Trek? Well, I think we can all agree that that prequel of an abomination can fuck right off.

2. The Other R-Word

Rape can be problematic. I’ve thought about it. I suppose a lot of us have at some point. It can be an alternative or at the very least; it can help reduce your meal costs. But you know yourself… F.C.E, %D.M.D and the other factors. And this all depends: are you fattening cattle or is it for pre-lactating ewes? Ha. Ha.

Make sure you know what you looking at before charging because sometimes son, the curtains are just blue. Whatever happened to face value? Will someone please put up some flyers or photos on milk cartons? But would we recognise it; if we saw it again? If postulating landed you in a straight jacket or the wrong side of the law, then where would we be? Still in the cave and not exploring space through the Stargate Universe. Though I think we moved back in, the cave, sometime ago. Did some renovations; got rid of the rock and replaced it with glass.

We have to become familiar again with how to listen to the words that people are using and their context in-relation to the topic been discussed: individually and not interpreted through the tone-deaf shared collective. And learn to ignore the echo-friendly conscious bias sound-byte, a hard thing to do in a cave. I’ve always enjoying climbing trees, that’s not a metaphor but this is.

There’s more to a tree than the bright topical, ignorant, leaves on display. It’s not magic that has them floating there. Look passed the red leaves; see the branches they are connected to. Sometimes that’s where the point is made or found. But leaves tend to blow away with the passing breezes. The branches stay there. If you wanted to extend that metaphor, you could say that the leaves are a result of the roots that anchor the trunk to the ground. But I’m no tree expert. However I do know that timber warms you 7 times.

Of course a words meaning, tone and context can change – I should know; I am literally a bastard, born in a country that used to take them from their mothers (Now, bastard’s the default birth cert setting) – but overtime and naturally. Simply squawking like a hen after laying an egg regarding the term Cis Privilege and how it has to mean something: aren’t you just a delightful little block of wood; Pinocchio. And speaking of intelligent design, my old friends... The Vegans, God love them. They make funny arguments claiming that A.I (Artificial Insemination) is rape because the cow can’t give consent. And please, don’t take my word for it. Look that up. I dare you; I’ve been down that rabbit hole. Which leads me to the conclusion that, in that context, of a vegan narrative, it would allow for some hilarious rape jokes. I said look it up. I’m just mining the gold I see. The gold that it is. Nobody owns the river, Nestle would disagree. But fuck them.

The books of Nietzsche and Kahlil Gibran thought me a lot about the individual but so did #197. She was an auld ewe we had years back. I would say she taught me more because she was real. The Internet doesn’t matter. Real life is more important.

3. Hocus-Pocus

Anyone who’s ever received a rejection letter – or as they are known in the biz; a PFO – will know: all the complaining won’t change a damn thing. You have to be precise with your one shot.

Here’s a classic scene from Cheers.

Sam, the ladies man, was told by one of the barmaids that no matter what her friend asked, he was to say no. And only no! She was worried her friend would be corrupted by Sam and his silver tongue. So Sam eventually agreed. The friend came in and sure enough, she asked Sam this question.

‘Would you mind coming home with me?’

We have to stop blindly building walls with wonky words then we hold everyone accountable for poor construction when they naturally fall down upon us. Meow. And please trust me when I say: trees are a pure hoor for knockin’ walls and Lady Limestone has taken all my fingernails at some point, irregardless of what I wanted.

What we hear will be an echo of what we ask and we have to stop being so outraged over basic math. If your figures don’t add up, may be you need to check your calculations then reword them up again. You’d be surprised.

I originally had ‘afraid’ instead of hesitant. (Part 1, Par 4, line 4)

We have to start taking responsibility for the words we use. They’re all we have to communicate, sincerely and properly. This P.C culture and egregious hyperbole are the 2 current threats to freedom of speech.

P.C for the obvious reasons. Now hyperbole in a piece of work; a character’s narrative – that’s what makes it funny. But everyday interactions with co-workers and strangers; a serious debate; asking out someone you fancy; accusing Hugh Mungus of sexual harassment; a national conversation. No! You have to use proper words. It’s getting to the point where people don’t know what to think, let alone say.

We’re not the Borg. We are individuals. For now, we’re allowed to hold opinions and ideas that are not your own and ask ‘Why the hell not?’ Or ‘What’s going on here?’ As for your personal experience on the subject in question, be it in-depth or non existence, it has no merit in the argument. (Part 1, 1st par, 2nd sentence) You cannot apply conditions to asking questions. I will disagree with others and not assimilate.

Holding the opinion that the term Rape Culture is akin to Cis Privilege in terms of its validity is not the same as saying ‘I condone rape.’ And I abhor the fact I have to tack on, so cheaply, that caveat. That’s how bad it’s got. We can no longer differentiate between this and that. We’ve forgotten how to separate personal from professional – Kim Davis!

Words have to start meaning something again. But for the love of every made up Deity: they’re not magic spells; uttering them won’t make it happen, so until then, and only then will word-policing be relevant, needed and necessary. And I’m so confident that that day will never come *Blesses himself* it will also be the day I become vegan.

Hopefully by then there’ll be an episode of Star Trek where they don’t break the Prime Directive.

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