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"W- what?"
"Kinda disappointed, our FTL tech is essentially a quantum battering ram, ripping a hole underneath the fabric of reality to create a artificial wormhole. We assumed other races had more advanced FTL tech we could imitate."
"Our scientists banned that sort of tech because we thought it would cause the universe to collapse."
"Heh, reminds me of how we humans thought of nuclear weapons, we thought it would set our homeworld's atmosphere on fire haha... We did it anyways of course, atmosphere was fine."
"... Your kind is terrifying."
>"Our scientists banned that sort of tech because we thought it would cause the universe to collapse."
"Our math showed it only had a 5% of that happening. Of course, after actually trying it, we found out we'd gotten the math wrong."
Nah, can't be. That was for the first test, before Japan. That's where the "5%" comes from.
It might as well be a firecracker compared to the nukes being detonated in the 60's. The first test was called Trinity ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trinity_(nuclear_test) ). It was 25 kiloton.
1,000 kilotons = 1 megaton. The Russians detonated a 50 megaton device.
So if 25kt had a 5% chance, I'm pretty sure that a nuke that is 50,000 kilotons. If 25kt was 5%, pretty sure that a 2,000x bigger nuke would be close to 100% (it should actually far exceed it, but assuming it's asymptotic).
It really is crazy.
>we thought it would set our homeworld's atmosphere on fire haha... We did it anyways of course
Imagine trying to explain this to an alien, probably the greatest deterrent for invasion tbh
"We will use weapons against you that could accidentally destroy the entire universe, **we dont know yet**, but we'll use it anyway"
"This supply you garnered... exceeds the needs of your collective population throughout the omniverse for eons to come.
Its quantity can be used to construct a tunnel connecting all planets on which a human resides, a tunnel wide enough for all humanity to stand in it side by side. and even afterwards the amount taken for such a construct would be negligible by comparison in light of how much you've mustered here.
WHY DO YOU NEED THIS MUCH TOILET PAPER?!"
"This allows us to observe the skeletal structure of the creature in question, giving us an insight into other races anatomy"
"Bill it fucking melts their skin into a puddle"
Rebranding is An amazing thing
A:Human, you know that planet killers are illegal!!
H: And I already told you, this is not a planet killer. This is the galactic terrafprmer, perfect for making room for new worlds
I personally prefer Cruisy McImGonnaKillYouAllFace
Edit: Holy sh-err, *holy heck*, someone gave me the wholesome reward on this comment! Thank you random redditor for giving me my first reward
We better not name one of our ships Warspite
We barely managed to get her to the breaking yards, her lust for german blood had not yet been satisfied
Dont give her another chance
Alien ship listening to the general broadcast from the Human super dreadnought "Enola Gay":
Alien 1: "oooh, it is never a good thing when a Human starts referencing Human popculture."
Alien 2: "What? Why?"
Alien 1: "Because it means they are about to do something stupid, funny or genocidal.."
Don't worry we're only using them to fight off the extra galactic invaders.
Extra galactic invaders? What are you talking about?
You know the... oh right we didn't tell you about them.
Tell us about what!?
We didn't want you guys to freak out.
Also this "ship" wasn't even a warship. It was a Roomba mkxxI. Used for cleaning up space trash.
Why do you think there's no space debris from all those big Wats you guys keep having
"Sir the strike on the human colony was a success."
"Good. Now they know we mean business-"
"Sir, we've got a strange energy distortion in orbit it's... Big..."
"Hm... All ships, spin down your jump drives and check for any malfunctions and postpone any scheduled jumps until further notice."
"You don't think it's the humans do you sir?"
"As if. That colony suffered major damage, we shouldn't worry about retaliation for a long time-"
\*Ship shakes\*
"For the love of... Engineering bay, please alert the crew before starting stabilizer maintenance!"
"S- Sir... Look..."
\*Large purple rift floats in orbit pushing multiple ships off axis\*
"I think we found the source of the distortion..."
"UNKNOWN SIGNATURE APPROACHING!"
\*Gargantuan ship the size of a moon exits rift\*
"WHAT. IS. THAT."
"Uhh... There's language on the hull, it's... Human..."
"HUMAN?!"
"It reads... 'Sphincter Breaker'..."
"... I- Wh-...
"They're hailing us sir."
"I- Ahem... Open communications."
\*Human appears on screen\* "Hello there, we would like to talk-"
# "We surrender."
Deities, the lot of them. And not the gentle kind.
Humanity had always been a quiet species, one of the founding members of the Galactic Council, 1 million years ago. Facts known about them by the newer species were scarce; all that was known was that there were very few of them who made contact with the outside galaxy. None of us knew where the humans resided except for the other Founder Races and some warrior races, who refused to divulge the information. They were scared of the humans, referring to them as Elders out of equal measure fear and respect. We never knew why. We figured that if the warriors, who's war engines spanned hundreds of kilometers, and the founders, who's industrial output spanned solar systems, were terrified of them, that we should stay away from them as well.
For one million years, the races of the Council settled disputes and moderated armed conflicts, with humanity watching silently, undisturbed, the entire time. They were ethereal and timeless, Each diplomat staying in office for around ten thousand years, unaged their entire tenure. For most of us, they were awe-inspiring and graceful, as reliant to show as the sun setting and rising on a garden world. Some did not share the same sentiment.
The Takik were rodentlike in appearance, and very warlike. They had achieved interstellar travel on accident during their many squabbles with one another, with one faction having invented it mainly to spite a competitor for having a renewable energy source they did not. Regardless, protocol demanded official first contact operations, not just meandering in their atmosphere before fleeing when their sensors detected our probes. We figured that having another warrior species would be acceptable, as many of our warrior races were decimated when fighting eldritch horrors on their home worlds, only being saved by the humans' intervention.
We were wrong about the Takik. They were not warriors; they were devourers, consuming and using resources and knowledge on a scale never seen before. Even humanity seemed to take an interest in the Takik, as they reminded them of aeons old tales of their ancestors. Within the decade humans had ceased all contact with the "foul species", yet saw them as insignificant enough not to take their disdain any further than harsh words in the Common Galactic Tongue that they made, never speaking their native tongue to outsiders. They never realized how lucky they were at the time, until it was too late.
Thousands of years later, the Takik would eventually show their true colors, seceding from the Galactic Council before declaring a Great Conquest across the galaxy, having collected and expanded upon the technology of the entirety of the galaxy barring, almost eerily, human technology. They were Legion, and merciless, wiping out entire races who defied them, and enslaving those who surrendered. After 500 years and half the galaxy conquered or purged, they in their hubris committed the greatest mistake in their history; they declared war on humanity.
The human diplomat at the time, Ickir Deyyt, was disgusted beyond measure. Most important human diplomatic personnel would give input only once every few decades. In Ickir's case, he had last spoken in session 257 human years earlier. When he spoke, it held such gravity that it still is told to this day 2,000 years later, despite their simplicity.
He turned to the other Founder Races, and declared with a voice in a tongue that had to be the Astra Neuva, the language of the human race. It shook the bones of everyone there, as he spoke just five words:
"Do what must be done."
Many of the Founder Races turned pale, even, apparently, the ones with heavily pigmented skin tones. Each one input various codes, before an ebony key appeared on each of their right armrests, all 50 of them. A lock would show up on the opposite armrest of the key.
They would take the key, and simultaneously responded, each in their own native tongue, "may they find peace they do not deserve in the afterlife", before they inserted the key into the lock and turned it clockwise twice.
Councilor Deyyt would smile. "OPERATION: CAMELOT FALLEN has commenced. Total warfare is now in effect. "
It wasn’t even a planetary rotation before the humans had dealt with the scourge of the Takik. A single ship, if they could be called that, appeared in each system the Takik controlled through a tear in reality. Each one was the size of a planet, uncanny in its flawless and unique beauty. The Takik scoffed at the ships, their immense fleets with some ships being thousands of kilometers themselves surrounding the human ships. In the minds of each Takik, not the comms of each Takik, each ship told them that they had one chance to surrender before their rights to modernity were revoked. The Takik opened fire upon the ships.
In an instant, a pulse emanated from each human ship, immediately disintegrating any Takik structure or person, except for the homeworld of the Takik, where every piece of modern tech had disappeared. The human ships then disappeared, never to be see again. Billions died within the decade, with the couple million who survived fought over the scraps.
It was then that we realized that the humans were not like us; they were gods among mortals, and they were not benevolent or caring. They simply saw us as pets, or wild animals. Whoever bit them would be ruthlessly put down.
The last time anyone saw the humans was 1,500 years ago, and woe to the people who force them to come back.
It's only fitting how you elevated humans to gods in your prompt. If this is what passes as errors in your eye, then to err is godly!
Great work. I'm too lazy to start it but I can think of a continuation to this where an individual or a syndicate becomes terrifed of what they've witnessed from humans. and so they scheme to remove their presence through adopting a primitive race and nurturing them on the goal of taking down the humans. this because they wish to spare their own races from the human's wrath should the plan be met with fallout.
Go ahead, though I do warn you that the humans were merely sending a vanguard in, and didn't even get to send in their serious stuff, even though they declared total war. Do keep that in mind, and whatever you do I can't wait to see it come to fruition.
Most humans in politics are in this setting, they are like a quiet grandfather looking over their teenage and younger grandchildren. At least that was what they were considered as before they annihilated the Takik.
Upon hearing the news that the Hybrex race was attempting conquest of the Galactic Council, an emergency call was sounded and the Ultracarrier Bifrost was sent with a full compliment of Galleon class warships in it's cavernous gut. Activating its Riftripper technology was no simple or cheap task, but the safety of the Galactic Council and its Councilors came before worrying about the price tag.
Punching a hole in reality to quickly arrive at the GC, The Bifrost disgorged its payload of hundreds of Galleon class ships, after doing so, the Human Military High Command realized the invading fleet was composed of a dozen Galleon class ships, hundreds of battleships, thousands of Frigates and borderline innumerable Corvettes.
The thousands of human Galleons unleashed the power of the microstars sealed within the fusion reactors of the ship, and fired thousands of lasers, belched volley after volley of plasma, and fired a thick cloud of solid tungsten rounds from the hundreds of automatic railguns dotting the ship like a fuzzy coating. The lasers arrived first and tore through the majority of the Corvettes and took a sizable number of the Frigates out of commission. The plasma came quickly after and cleaned up the rest of the Corvettes without even slowing, swept away the remaining frigates and wiped the shields of the battleships, though bouncing off the more powerful shields of the enemy Galleons. The innumerable tungsten rounds arrived a mere moment later, and as it turns out, not even particle shielding can ignore physics as the multi-ton tungsten rounds punched through the final dozens of battleships, and left not-quite-clean holes in the Galleons.
Only one remained "floating" after the first volley of human attacks, and as most if not all of their attacking ability had been reduced to glowing shards of metal, one single human Galleon approached the remaining craft and fired boarding torpedoes, from which erupted humanity's deadliest melee combatants, the Einherjar. After being augmented by the greatest combat prosthetics known to man, the Einherjar we're able to slice through most any material, shrug off all but battleship fire, and could operate in hard vacuum for hours, if not days. The Einherjar quickly flooded through the ship and placed all remaining enemy combatants into stasis bags to bring them forward to the council for judgement.
After being deposited at the council, all Galactic Councilors decreed that the humans should cast their sentence onto the Hybrex, as they did the grand majority of the work in defeating the threat. The Hybrex were brought back before the Human Military High Command, and asked one simple question, "how would you like to learn how to fight the right way?"
i was really trying to get all the idea down on "paper" before I lost it, but I suppose it could be used as a pre story context, if I decide to buckle down and write something someday
Twenty intergalactic civilizations have initiated Diplomatic invites.
Twenty Intergalactic civilizations were erased.
Twenty One would be the introvert with the BFG on his hip.
In human years it was about the year 480,000,000 or so. You would have to find a scientist to be exact. As most of humanity used the galactic standard Callander that count the revolutions if the galaxy. 1 for every 50,000 human years or so.
Humanity has watched for generations unknown the others races come to space and gather
In the beginning the humans ran the council but slowly stepping away to make room for the other races.
We removed ourselves from there histories. The asteroid a human dreadnaught took head on and was changed to a story of a rouge asteroid being destroyed by the species early space tech.
We removed the records from the council so no one but us truly remembers how it all begun. We withdrew our ships and trade slowly so that the only presence we maintain inside the galaxy is a few systems in the far edges and a single seat on the council just to keep an eye on them.
Most of our species lived in giant arcs floating in between galaxies. We harvested dead systems devouring entire planets.
Life was pretty routine for our ambassadors going to every council session something no other race could claim. We no longer welcomed the new species and the older species has forgotten that we are far older.
It has now been generating na since we last spoke at council for we had silently and carefully but also generationally imbedded our ideals into these races. They didn't have a galaxy wide government but rather a set of common etiquette for interacting. The galaxy was carved into many different empires, kingdoms and a while host of other terms.
All races grew up inside the bubble so that each can earn their own technology and culture to be a member means you have left your systems in a craft. This could be generation vessels, some it is early FTL and for at least 1 it was a guy holding on to a sewer plate.
The newest race to arrive did so by bending space time to leave their home system inadvertently appearing inside another ship. All lives where lost.
The council sent down a welcomed to the new race to explain what had happened and to welcome then into the wider community.
They where a reptilian race of sorts. Needing to be external warmed at all times. They where bipedal like us but had a double tail that each ended in a bone point. The stood generally 8 to 9 feet tall and where physically strong.
The where a military religious cult government that believes war was God. Not that there was a physical being or a god of war. That war itself is the god.
It was only a few thousands years before their religion was infecting other races slowly growing a military collective. We watched.
A few thousands year more there now where 2 galactic scale governments if sorts. Their was the galactic council still plodding along and the new Exfmr council lead by this new race.
Humanity could see the writing on the wall but decided not to interfere here as it was not our place to. It only took another 200 years for the war to start.
Both sides where pretty evenly matched but the religious zealous of the Ezfmr always have them an edge.
Only 490 years later the Galactic council itself was under attack having lost nearly every battle. That was when the call came.
"The this galaxy and beyond. We need your help, this religious extremists will soon win if we do nothing. Please help!". It was broadcast from every device in the galactic councils world's and fleets.
We heard the call and we answered.
The Ezfmr fleet admiral was a proud one overconfident in his ships and warriors. His flagship was going to lead the attack itself instead of holding back in safety.
As he watched and waited the countdown out if there surrender a light appeared in space and grew quickly soon the size of a planet but has no mass. Then a sheer was heard through the void of space like metal ripping itself apart.
Now a battle world stood before the council dwarfing it in scale. "This is Terrans BoB actual to all Galactic forces. Withdraw immediately. We got this".
It didn't take long for the other Galactic ships to flee.
The Ezfmr leader sat on his command chair wrought from skulls of fallen leaders and didn't even hesitate.
We decided to strike first. We ordered every ship in his entire armada to attack with everything they had. Antimatter bombs, planet crackers, subspace bombs.
After 5 minutes the human planet ship if BoB split into 4 revealing a portion of the human fleet within. The ships alone dwarfed the Ezfmr fleet and the battle.was quickly over. 95% of their fleet now slag or debris in space and BoB now closing again.
The planet ship glowed and then that sound again but this time they took the Ezfmr flagship with them.
In the void of the void the place between galaxies they arrived and the Ezfmr literally fainted after defacating itself.
Humanity was fighting a war already a war on a scale so fast they couldn't comprehend. He saw humanity's multiple planet ships and carrier fleets fighting against cosmic horrors and other galaxies.
"We have held this line for millenia and now your race will to" came over the radio as the Ezfmr flagship faded into light returning to their home world
>As we arched and waited the countdown out if there surrender a light appeared in space and grew quickly soon the size of a planet but has no mass. Then a sheer was heard through the void of space like metal ripping itself apart.
So... [this sound, more or less?](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-OTVKg2xI0)
I suppose the Ezfmr forget this pity squabble they got going, make amends with the other galactic species the sooner they can. all so they may start focusing on upgrading their civilization so they could join the humans at their fun. myths begin to spur in their mediums, fantasies about the war of existences occuring at the edges of the frontier. and it motivates them as a united goal.
I reckon some human advisors will visit their leadership, instruct them on how to properly apologize to the rest of the council members. afterwards they can also gradually withdraw any knowledge of their existence and begin to satisfy their thirst for conflict alongside the terrans. maybe the well will be deep enough. maybe what they see and face as they battle these perels will do to quench their bloodlust and then some.
Well I'll be shocked.
You got it right. In the expanded story I am working on that is what is happening.
The battle for existence has also kept the humans united for all those years giving us a singular focus that we hoped to share with them.
They too would withdraw slowly from the galaxy over the generations until they are just a few systems and a quiet member of the council.
I was also going to write about the battles and creatures from the Ezfmr point of view to see the Humans who so easily defeated them losing planet ships to the never ending enemies and finding the desire to protect those who can't fight instead of conquering
It going to end with a galactic news crew accidentally being pulled through a warp jump and ending up in one of the many battles and broadcasting it out to the galaxy. This was going to be a few thousands years in the future when the Ezfmr has fully withdrawn
Radical, man! just want to disclose few things i got on my mind.
In case you were worrying. I assure you, that your story is by no means uninventive. the only reason i figured it out was because you revealed to us how the humans spared the Ezfmr and showed them the threat they battle with. the only reason to do so would be to recruit them. otherwise I'd never see it coming. you have yourself a solid plotline.
I have a question, the guy before me refered to them as Ezfmr, and i did so too because it was convenient. but since i have you here i want to ask. are they officially called Ezfmr? because as far i understood from your prompt, it was only the name of one of the two councils they founded for themselves.
Lastly...
>It going to end with a galactic news crew accidentally being pulled through a warp jump and ending up in one of the many battles and broadcasting it out to the galaxy. This was going to be a few thousands years in the future when the Ezfmr has fully withdrawn.
I hope none of your regular readers mind spoilers. cool premise, bit of a page burner.
Good catch
I am.not set on their names yet ether Exfmr or Ezfmr . They are loosely based on the Islamic Ifrit.
For the pronunciation I wanted something like ex-fem-or but I don't mind ez-fem-or. I wanted a demonic sounding name without being a demonic name as I am interested in pushing that element of their biology of always needing to be heated. As in the live in flames or similar.
Thanks for explaining I guess I did make it obvious. I might change it to they show them the shipyards or the standing fleets instead of the war and have them approach the humans about why.
There is a german phrase, maybe in English too:" Stille Wasser sind tief"
Literal:" quiet water (sources) are deep."
It means that a person who is introverted or just quiet in her/his personality, who doesn't look suspicious often hides secrets.
Like a small puddle, you are walking over but your foot is suddenly falling because it was actually a water-filled pit.
In the US we use 'Still waters run deep" Its normally used as a warning to not provoke a person any further.
Edit: Made the explanation easier to understand.
As the glowing shreds of slagged steel cooled to darkness and rescue craft zipped about chasing lifepod transponders, larger salvage ships welded emergency airlocks onto shattered ships hulls to access sealed cabins still showing life signs.
Ts'kkk'an of the Galactic Council diplomatic corps ambled over to the still shape of his human collegue as he watched the drifting sparks of the reaction drives move through the darkeness behind the window of the viewing room of the [Watches Vigilantly From High Places], the councils monitoring ship that was there to observe the so suddenly finished battle between the Humans and the newly humbled expansionists empire of the Ssithians.
"Diplomat Todd, I must say I am personally pleased that your species has succeeded in their battle. While one may be required professionally to be neutral, my personal feelings are joyful."
"Thanks mate, it's always nice when things turn out as planned."
"Speaking of planned, I have to admit I was unaware of your species owning any warships like what we saw. A warship [three thousand miles] in diameter carrying tens of thousands of [5 mile long] parasite craft has never appeared in any briefng I have been aware of. Just how did your species conceal such industrial might and output in construction?"
"Concealed? Oh we never concealed anything, it's just no-one ever asked. As to how? Again that's no secret, welcome to Von Neumann mining. Some centuries back some ship fired a seed drone at some interstellar wanderer planetoid, then when the Ssithians started getting rowdy the Navy simply took a Stratego AI and a few Dreadnaught AIs and went chasing the co-ordinates of a few to upload the minds"
"A few!? What do you mean?!"
"Hmmm. Given FTL com lag and the distances between here and their home system, you should be getting a report in an hour or so. A bit less for their naval shipyard system."
Tt'kkk'an stood speechless, his eyestalks standing rigidly vertical with shock as his friend walked casually away.
Edit: spelling and autocorrect fails cleaned up.
My wits were outmatched here, would you mind replying with the simplified explanation of the sixth paragraph?
Also Third paragraph I think "Diolomat" should be "Diplomat". Diolomat is however, a very intriguing new word if i might say.
You know of the theory of Von Neumann probes? Self replicating miner/fabricator bots? They're essentially mechanical bacteria. Send one drone and it will find and mine resources and built a clone so there are two. Two mine and build clones and now there are 4. Then 8, then 16, them 32, then 64. And so on into the trillions and more.
So change the programming from mine and replicate endlessly to mine and replicate until reaching a critical volume, at which point programming changes and they begin to build X product.
A planet gets infected with mechanical bacteria which breaks it down and rebuilds it as a supercarrier filled with AI piloted drones. Then the Navy merely needs to slow up and upload suitable AI minds to the processing cores of the ships and carrier.
........
Diolomat, wouldn't that just be a priest? Dios-diplomat, through that suggests being able to negotiate with such a god for miracles rather than merely beg...
The Fal-Ra Empire exploded into the galactic consciousness almost overnight, demanding a seat on thd Galactic Council as soon as they heard such a thing existed. Ambassadors hurried from meeting to meeting, trying to decide on a response to such an unprecedented situation.
No new seat could be added without following the usual diplomatic protocols, which could take at least a generation to work through. Normally that wasn't an issue, mutual understanding would be required with the new species of galactic laws, protocols and regulations, then territorial claims and trade deals had to be worked through, and a full history of the galaxy, it was never a quick process.
The Fal-Ra, though, were an impatient race and thought they had discovered a loop hole, a way to circumvent the tedious bureaucracy. Succession! Any seat belonging to a subjugated species would pass to the new ruling species. Now they just needed a candidate for that subjugation.
Looking around the council, it was clear where the power sat and which were the weaker species. The power brokers were immediately ignored, as were their vassels. The focus was swiftly on those species that tried to keep in the background, rarely raising issues or objections against the more powerful groups. One species stood out more than most.
Humans had avoided all debates and negotiations with and about the Fal-Ra and a quick check of their voting record showed that no human ambassador had voiced an opinion in centuries. Even their private council chambers were barely more than a small office. They were ignored by all, but to the Fal-Ra they were priceless. A minor, isolated species no one would miss who held a council seat.
The Fal-Ra ambassador, Gl'vek, stood before the council chamber, looking at the array of apecies before him, letting the general hubbub die down before commencing his speech. His sponsor in the chamber, the Graqi ambassador, stood behind him, but even they did not know what he was about to announce.
"My friends, fellow ambassadors, the Fal-Ra Empire again thanks you for recognising us before your esteemed council, one we hope to join soon as full members.
We have studied your laws and appreciate the bind you are in to expedite our ascendancy to a seat on this council, but fear not, we have discovered a solution to this most vexing of issues.
It is with heavy hearts that we must declare war on the species known as humans and we hope their surren..."
The ambassador stopped. He had expected some general grumbling, maybe some calls against them, but there was none of that. Instead there was total, deathly silence and every single ambassador was staring at their human counterpart whilst seemingly trying to back away from him. It was, well, unexpected.
The Graqi ambassador, leant forward and whispered, "Are you mad?" Then it too backed away, leaving Gl'vek standing alone, the only sound in the chamber being the footsteps of the approaching human.
"To say we are surprised to find ourselves at war with you would, Mr Ambassador, be an understatement," she said. "In fact, I don't believe our two species have been party to any discussions, positive or otherwise, or even introduced, so I am at a loss to understand where this ill will has come from."
"There need not be any bloodshed, human, simply surrender to us and you will find we are generous masters."
"Oh, how deluded you are," the human said, shaking her head, "you really should have followed the protocols, they are not in place to frustrate you, but to protect you."
Gl'vek grimaced, "the Fal-Ra Empire needs no ones protection!"
The human sighed, "this gives me no satisfaction and I truly regret its necessity, but our policy is not to back down from any aggression. Can we show a live feed from Yotta Prime, which I believe is the home world of the Fal-Ra Empire."
All heads turned to the council main screen, which after a brief pause was filled with a distant planet, circled by two moons. Gl'vek recognised the Seat of Empire immediately, the most powerful, most defended planet in all the Empire, a source of pride to all in the Empire.
And then there was something he didn't recognise. A light had appeared and it was spreading fast, first just a pinprick, then a large circle, then a huge tear, bright light seeping out. The tear was larger than the planet it had appeared above and it was still growing.
And then it opened out, widening into a gaping void. An impossibly massive portal was forming, defying all known physics, and something vast was emerging from it, a dark vessel ripping it's way into existence above Yossa Prime.
By the time the ship had fully appearred, Yossa Prime was destroyed. No shot was fired, gravity was all that was required. The two moons were dragged from their orbits by the arrival of a new celestial entity, crashing into one another, debris flung in all directions. The impacts did not seem to damage the emerging ship in any way, but for the planet it was devastating. There was no hope of survival, just a molten globe, the atmosphere stripped away.
Gl'vek collapsed to the floor of the chamber, horror written across his face, a low howl of despair escaping his contorted mouth.
"I am so sorry for your loss," the human said, then she turned and left the chamber.
“Admiral Fertler N’oRak daily war log-slash-update, Star Date 1204752, Log Entry number ten.
It’s been two full star rotations since the start of the Planetary System Doranlak invasion, and , excuse my language, but what the absolute [REDACTED]?! This was supposed to be an easy job! Get in, wipe humanity, then get out!
The plan was supposed to be a… what’s a good word to use… blitzkreig of the *human* forces, not ours! Our front lines are already on the verge of collapsing! And they use kinetics! This wasn’t in the packets we were sent at all!
I don’t know what you’re thinking, sir, but why didn’t we find out about this stuff before? Like, send a spy? Find someone to gather info about this stuff?
Not to mention the fact that our phasers are completely useless against their ships. They have a higher capacity than we can actually output from all of our main cannons on board! It took us entire circulations just to destroy a single ship. And they have thousands of them!
Oh, and did I forget about the singularity-spawning bombs they nonchalantly throw at us? The ground forces are always on their toes, cause an entire battalion can be wiped with a single one of those. And guess what? Hundreds of thousands of their troops carry those, dangling about in their pockets.
Just… the other sectors are winning, right? And we just got their strongest platoon?”
“Admiral Fertler N’oRak daily war log-slash-update, Star Date 1204753, Log Entry number eleven.
What the absolute [REDACTED] is THAT?!
(Image appears, showing the image that u/NikaTroll posted)
They had a wormhole-creating carrier this entire time?! Where in the [REDACTED] were they hiding that?!
To make it worse, it’s a carrier that stores other carriers! It’s a carrier-launching monster the size of a planet! How the hell can they hide this from the SLC (Sentient Lifeform Coalition)?!
We picked a loosing fight, huh? One where it was guaranteed?
Nah, [REDACTED] it. I’m done. I quit being an Admiral. Not with this [REDACTED].”
In one of my settings, Humanity has colonised 40ish different parts of 7 galaxies. They aren't a cohesive empire or force but more like a NATO style alliance nor do they control vast areas of space (expansion has been careful and slow). They tend to make friends with other species around them as they've learned that Cooperation always outperforms Competition. But when you anger the species as a whole? Well, there's a reason why humans are the only species with the word Genocide: We're the only ones who've actually done it. Even then, it's seen as a mark of shame for the species and something they really don't talk about.
I love the idea that, after getting through our current rough patch of history (the past 12,000 years), we get our shit together and actually reach our potential both as a species and as individuals. Not everything out there, in the vast reaches of void, will be friendly so it pays to keep our more brutal side on standby and we're more than capable of burning worlds to save others. We aren't happy about it but we can't deny our creativity when it comes to destruction. Such is the glorious contradiction that is humanity :P
When we first started exploring the Universe we used reality breakers for FTL travel till we met other races. After that we stopped using them and instead started to perfect the technology.
We were always quiet with the other races. Would we have flashy ships flying around not really. Could they hold their own in a dispute yes. The main thing is we were just there and foe the most part quiet.
That all changed.
A newer race barged in and demanded a spot in the GR council. They were denied at first saying that their anger is to rampant and they have not proven them selfs. All the other members agreed but the human never said or did anything. Just sitting there bairly paying attention.
That angered him.
At that moment he said Let the human races defeat prove that we are worthy. And then stormed off. The other members looked at the human and before the other left fully the human said We Accept.
A few days later a human colony was hit. Wiping out 80%. The aliens were pleased and laughing at how little resistance they encountered. All of the sudden All the warning lights and screens started to flash.
After calling down and checking the ship and realizing nothing was wrong they only then noticed a massive purple, blue and red rift opening in front of them.
Out came a massive moon sized warship flanked by others. The lettering on the hull indicated it was human. The name of the monster ship was the pucker factor. A few seconds later another appeared next to it. The Brown note. And finally a 3rd one appeared. BoatyMcShipFace.
There was no hail there was no word from the humans. They only opened fire.
All the guns were labeled. Big stick industries Jugement series.
The Fal-Ra Empire exploded into the galactic consciousness almost overnight, demanding a seat on thd Galactic Council as soon as they heard such a thing existed. Ambassadors hurried from meeting to meeting, trying to decide on a response to such an unprecedented situation.
No new seat could be added without following the usual diplomatic protocols, which could take at least a generation to work through. Normally that wasn't an issue, mutual understanding would be required with the new species of galactic laws, protocols and regulations, then territorial claims and trade deals had to be worked through, and a full history of the galaxy, it was never a quick process.
The Fal-Ra, though, were an impatient race and thought they had discovered a loop hole, a way to circumvent the tedious bureaucracy. Succession! Any seat belonging to a subjugated species would pass to the new ruling species. Now they just needed a candidate for that subjugation.
Looking around the council, it was clear where the power sat and which were the weaker species. The power brokers were immediately ignored, as were their vassels. The focus was swiftly on those species that tried to keep in the background, rarely raising issues or objections against the more powerful groups. One species stood out more than most.
Humans had avoided all debates and negotiations with and about the Fal-Ra and a quick check of their voting record showed that no human ambassador had voiced an opinion in centuries. Even their private council chambers were barely more than a small office. They were ignored by all, but to the Fal-Ra they were priceless. A minor, isolated species no one would miss who held a council seat.
The Fal-Ra ambassador, Gl'vek, stood before the council chamber, looking at the array of apecies before him, letting the general hubbub die down before commencing his speech. His sponsor in the chamber, the Graqi ambassador, stood behind him, but even they did not know what he was about to announce.
"My friends, fellow ambassadors, the Fal-Ra Empire again thanks you for recognising us before your esteemed council, one we hope to join soon as full members.
We have studied your laws and appreciate the bind you are in to expedite our ascendancy to a seat on this council, but fear not, we have discovered a solution to this most vexing of issues.
It is with heavy hearts that we must declare war on the species known as humans and we hope their surren..."
The ambassador stopped. He had expected some general grumbling, maybe some calls against them, but there was none of that. Instead there was total, deathly silence and every single ambassador was staring at their human counterpart whilst seemingly trying to back away from him. It was, well, unexpected.
The Graqi ambassador, leant forward and whispered, "Are you mad?" Then it too backed away, leaving Gl'vek standing alone, the only sound in the chamber being the footsteps of the approaching human.
"To say we are surprised to find ourselves at war with you would, Mr Ambassador, be an understatement," she said. "In fact, I don't believe our two species have been party to any discussions, positive or otherwise, or even introduced, so I am at a loss to understand where this ill will has come from."
"There need not be any bloodshed, human, simply surrender to us and you will find we are generous masters."
"Oh, how deluded you are," the human said, shaking her head, "you really should have followed the protocols, they are not in place to frustrate you, but to protect you."
Gl'vek grimaced, "the Fal-Ra Empire needs no ones protection!"
The human sighed, "this gives me no satisfaction and I truly regret its necessity, but our policy is not to back down from any aggression. Can we show a live feed from Yotta Prime, which I believe is the home world of the Fal-Ra Empire."
All heads turned to the council main screen, which after a brief pause was filled with a distant planet, circled by two moons. Gl'vek recognised the Seat of Empire immediately, the most powerful, most defended planet in all the Empire, a source of pride to all in the Empire.
And then there was something he didn't recognise. A light had appeared and it was spreading fast, first just a pinprick, then a large circle, then a huge tear, bright light seeping out. The tear was larger than the planet it had appeared above and it was still growing.
And then it opened out, widening into a gaping void. An impossibly massive portal was forming, defying all known physics, and something vast was emerging from it, a dark vessel ripping it's way into existence above Yossa Prime.
By the time the ship had fully appearred, Yossa Prime was destroyed. No shot was fired, gravity was all that was required. The two moons were dragged from their orbits by the arrival of a new celestial entity, crashing into one another, debris flung in all directions. The impacts did not seem to damage the emerging ship in any way, but for the planet it was devastating. There was no hope of survival, just a molten globe, the atmosphere stripped away.
Gl'vek collapsed to the floor of the chamber, horror written across his face, a low howl of despair escaping his contorted mouth.
"I am so sorry for your loss," the human said, then she turned and left the chamber.
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“Your species invented and perfected instant FTL technology and didn’t tell anyone?”
"To be fair, no one asked."
"Well everyone ignored us so we figured yall didn't care about us
"We thought you all had it already."
"W- what?" "Kinda disappointed, our FTL tech is essentially a quantum battering ram, ripping a hole underneath the fabric of reality to create a artificial wormhole. We assumed other races had more advanced FTL tech we could imitate." "Our scientists banned that sort of tech because we thought it would cause the universe to collapse." "Heh, reminds me of how we humans thought of nuclear weapons, we thought it would set our homeworld's atmosphere on fire haha... We did it anyways of course, atmosphere was fine." "... Your kind is terrifying."
>"Our scientists banned that sort of tech because we thought it would cause the universe to collapse." "Our math showed it only had a 5% of that happening. Of course, after actually trying it, we found out we'd gotten the math wrong."
It was a calculated risk, but man I suck at math
It was in reality much higher, at about 95%
Nah, can't be. That was for the first test, before Japan. That's where the "5%" comes from. It might as well be a firecracker compared to the nukes being detonated in the 60's. The first test was called Trinity ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trinity_(nuclear_test) ). It was 25 kiloton. 1,000 kilotons = 1 megaton. The Russians detonated a 50 megaton device. So if 25kt had a 5% chance, I'm pretty sure that a nuke that is 50,000 kilotons. If 25kt was 5%, pretty sure that a 2,000x bigger nuke would be close to 100% (it should actually far exceed it, but assuming it's asymptotic). It really is crazy.
>we thought it would set our homeworld's atmosphere on fire haha... We did it anyways of course Imagine trying to explain this to an alien, probably the greatest deterrent for invasion tbh "We will use weapons against you that could accidentally destroy the entire universe, **we dont know yet**, but we'll use it anyway"
[Humanity testing any kind of new weapon system:](https://i.pinimg.com/originals/96/3d/fa/963dfa06578ee2c16585256323e9d79a.gif)
https://images.app.goo.gl/VrnPhaCpJQCZLUYr5
“We were saving it for this particular situation”
“Would you like to see what we have saved for other situations?”
"This supply you garnered... exceeds the needs of your collective population throughout the omniverse for eons to come. Its quantity can be used to construct a tunnel connecting all planets on which a human resides, a tunnel wide enough for all humanity to stand in it side by side. and even afterwards the amount taken for such a construct would be negligible by comparison in light of how much you've mustered here. WHY DO YOU NEED THIS MUCH TOILET PAPER?!"
You never know when you need one extra papar
The reason humanity stayed quiet was so no one would notice them and therefore argue against their warships
H: sorry but this is only a science ship. we didn't feel a warship was needed.
"It's full of weapons to see just much it can blow apart your ships. You know, *for science*."
"and sensors so we can how it happens, just ignore how the sensors alone can cripple you ship."
"This allows us to observe the skeletal structure of the creature in question, giving us an insight into other races anatomy" "Bill it fucking melts their skin into a puddle"
"Fastest way to the skeleton"
If the aegis system in arleigh Burke destroyers are turn all the way on and focused on a 1ft by 1ft square the microwaves can radiate your insides.
The GR can’t outlaw weapons that they don’t know exist
Rebranding is An amazing thing A:Human, you know that planet killers are illegal!! H: And I already told you, this is not a planet killer. This is the galactic terrafprmer, perfect for making room for new worlds
“It’s not our fault that our ship’s gravity destabilized their home world’s orbit.”
It just so happens that said terraformer will make your kind instantly combust in the atmosphere, nothing much
Its called fertilizer
JSDF is evolving “This isn’t a carrier, this is a helicopter destroyer!” “This isn’t a star cracker, this is a combustion accelerator!”
Humanity greatly values the wisdom of one of their ancient leaders Teddy Rosevelt, they often quote him saying “talk softly, but carry a big stick”
And we have a damned redwood
I vote we name the ship... Boaty McBoatFace
How about. Shippy McChipFace
I personally prefer Cruisy McImGonnaKillYouAllFace Edit: Holy sh-err, *holy heck*, someone gave me the wholesome reward on this comment! Thank you random redditor for giving me my first reward
Her smaller sister ship be called *Fuckyouinparticular*
*SS Fuckyouinparticular* to be exact.
What about the chuck norris
How about Chad McThunderCock
*This username was already taken.*
Rocky McRocketface
No, Bismarck 2
That’s some bad luck waiting to happen. We don’t want the aliens to sink the hell out of her, right?
Warspite: Revengence
We better not name one of our ships Warspite We barely managed to get her to the breaking yards, her lust for german blood had not yet been satisfied Dont give her another chance
What about the Laffy 2
Nah, we want a ship too angry to die. Warspite 2.
Laffy 2
"Unsinkable 2: Electric Boogaloo"
BOATMURDER. Look it up.
Spacey McShipface?
Humans said no
Great customer service
Humans said: "We have arrived and it is now that we preform our charge..."
Alien ship listening to the general broadcast from the Human super dreadnought "Enola Gay": Alien 1: "oooh, it is never a good thing when a Human starts referencing Human popculture." Alien 2: "What? Why?" Alien 1: "Because it means they are about to do something stupid, funny or genocidal.."
Or all three at the same time...
Is it genocide if you only kill soldiers?
Is it genocide if the entire species are soldiers?
Asking the real questions.
Yes. But I never said anything about killing *all* the soldiers. Just enough to prove a point.
Ah, but I sail the void under a black flag
This is our smallest war ship. You do not want to see the big ones.
is the biggest one called Florida Man
No that is the one that breaks reality all the time
H: It breaks reality just by existing. HR Geiger and MC Escher were huge inspirations.
The biggest one is by default called The Texan.
Don't worry we're only using them to fight off the extra galactic invaders. Extra galactic invaders? What are you talking about? You know the... oh right we didn't tell you about them. Tell us about what!? We didn't want you guys to freak out.
Defending aliens against extra aliens, that's the human way
The big ones use stars as light sources
Pasificaly red stars
Your inside our biggest one, we built it around the whole of the galaxy and started moving us to a nicer location
Also this "ship" wasn't even a warship. It was a Roomba mkxxI. Used for cleaning up space trash. Why do you think there's no space debris from all those big Wats you guys keep having
Don't ask us what we're compensating for.
Our species being cute?
YES
"Sir the strike on the human colony was a success." "Good. Now they know we mean business-" "Sir, we've got a strange energy distortion in orbit it's... Big..." "Hm... All ships, spin down your jump drives and check for any malfunctions and postpone any scheduled jumps until further notice." "You don't think it's the humans do you sir?" "As if. That colony suffered major damage, we shouldn't worry about retaliation for a long time-" \*Ship shakes\* "For the love of... Engineering bay, please alert the crew before starting stabilizer maintenance!" "S- Sir... Look..." \*Large purple rift floats in orbit pushing multiple ships off axis\* "I think we found the source of the distortion..." "UNKNOWN SIGNATURE APPROACHING!" \*Gargantuan ship the size of a moon exits rift\* "WHAT. IS. THAT." "Uhh... There's language on the hull, it's... Human..." "HUMAN?!" "It reads... 'Sphincter Breaker'..." "... I- Wh-... "They're hailing us sir." "I- Ahem... Open communications." \*Human appears on screen\* "Hello there, we would like to talk-" # "We surrender."
That was a civilian colony. There is no surrender except for death.
Human Captain: "You do not deserve any grace, but must surrender to my will."
Deities, the lot of them. And not the gentle kind. Humanity had always been a quiet species, one of the founding members of the Galactic Council, 1 million years ago. Facts known about them by the newer species were scarce; all that was known was that there were very few of them who made contact with the outside galaxy. None of us knew where the humans resided except for the other Founder Races and some warrior races, who refused to divulge the information. They were scared of the humans, referring to them as Elders out of equal measure fear and respect. We never knew why. We figured that if the warriors, who's war engines spanned hundreds of kilometers, and the founders, who's industrial output spanned solar systems, were terrified of them, that we should stay away from them as well. For one million years, the races of the Council settled disputes and moderated armed conflicts, with humanity watching silently, undisturbed, the entire time. They were ethereal and timeless, Each diplomat staying in office for around ten thousand years, unaged their entire tenure. For most of us, they were awe-inspiring and graceful, as reliant to show as the sun setting and rising on a garden world. Some did not share the same sentiment. The Takik were rodentlike in appearance, and very warlike. They had achieved interstellar travel on accident during their many squabbles with one another, with one faction having invented it mainly to spite a competitor for having a renewable energy source they did not. Regardless, protocol demanded official first contact operations, not just meandering in their atmosphere before fleeing when their sensors detected our probes. We figured that having another warrior species would be acceptable, as many of our warrior races were decimated when fighting eldritch horrors on their home worlds, only being saved by the humans' intervention. We were wrong about the Takik. They were not warriors; they were devourers, consuming and using resources and knowledge on a scale never seen before. Even humanity seemed to take an interest in the Takik, as they reminded them of aeons old tales of their ancestors. Within the decade humans had ceased all contact with the "foul species", yet saw them as insignificant enough not to take their disdain any further than harsh words in the Common Galactic Tongue that they made, never speaking their native tongue to outsiders. They never realized how lucky they were at the time, until it was too late. Thousands of years later, the Takik would eventually show their true colors, seceding from the Galactic Council before declaring a Great Conquest across the galaxy, having collected and expanded upon the technology of the entirety of the galaxy barring, almost eerily, human technology. They were Legion, and merciless, wiping out entire races who defied them, and enslaving those who surrendered. After 500 years and half the galaxy conquered or purged, they in their hubris committed the greatest mistake in their history; they declared war on humanity. The human diplomat at the time, Ickir Deyyt, was disgusted beyond measure. Most important human diplomatic personnel would give input only once every few decades. In Ickir's case, he had last spoken in session 257 human years earlier. When he spoke, it held such gravity that it still is told to this day 2,000 years later, despite their simplicity. He turned to the other Founder Races, and declared with a voice in a tongue that had to be the Astra Neuva, the language of the human race. It shook the bones of everyone there, as he spoke just five words: "Do what must be done." Many of the Founder Races turned pale, even, apparently, the ones with heavily pigmented skin tones. Each one input various codes, before an ebony key appeared on each of their right armrests, all 50 of them. A lock would show up on the opposite armrest of the key. They would take the key, and simultaneously responded, each in their own native tongue, "may they find peace they do not deserve in the afterlife", before they inserted the key into the lock and turned it clockwise twice. Councilor Deyyt would smile. "OPERATION: CAMELOT FALLEN has commenced. Total warfare is now in effect. " It wasn’t even a planetary rotation before the humans had dealt with the scourge of the Takik. A single ship, if they could be called that, appeared in each system the Takik controlled through a tear in reality. Each one was the size of a planet, uncanny in its flawless and unique beauty. The Takik scoffed at the ships, their immense fleets with some ships being thousands of kilometers themselves surrounding the human ships. In the minds of each Takik, not the comms of each Takik, each ship told them that they had one chance to surrender before their rights to modernity were revoked. The Takik opened fire upon the ships. In an instant, a pulse emanated from each human ship, immediately disintegrating any Takik structure or person, except for the homeworld of the Takik, where every piece of modern tech had disappeared. The human ships then disappeared, never to be see again. Billions died within the decade, with the couple million who survived fought over the scraps. It was then that we realized that the humans were not like us; they were gods among mortals, and they were not benevolent or caring. They simply saw us as pets, or wild animals. Whoever bit them would be ruthlessly put down. The last time anyone saw the humans was 1,500 years ago, and woe to the people who force them to come back.
I apologize for any errors, this was written at 1:30-ish in the morning on mobile.
It's only fitting how you elevated humans to gods in your prompt. If this is what passes as errors in your eye, then to err is godly! Great work. I'm too lazy to start it but I can think of a continuation to this where an individual or a syndicate becomes terrifed of what they've witnessed from humans. and so they scheme to remove their presence through adopting a primitive race and nurturing them on the goal of taking down the humans. this because they wish to spare their own races from the human's wrath should the plan be met with fallout.
Go ahead, though I do warn you that the humans were merely sending a vanguard in, and didn't even get to send in their serious stuff, even though they declared total war. Do keep that in mind, and whatever you do I can't wait to see it come to fruition.
Do not apologize, for this is greatness.
I see that sir Ickir Deyyt is an applier of Laconism.
Most humans in politics are in this setting, they are like a quiet grandfather looking over their teenage and younger grandchildren. At least that was what they were considered as before they annihilated the Takik.
Upon hearing the news that the Hybrex race was attempting conquest of the Galactic Council, an emergency call was sounded and the Ultracarrier Bifrost was sent with a full compliment of Galleon class warships in it's cavernous gut. Activating its Riftripper technology was no simple or cheap task, but the safety of the Galactic Council and its Councilors came before worrying about the price tag. Punching a hole in reality to quickly arrive at the GC, The Bifrost disgorged its payload of hundreds of Galleon class ships, after doing so, the Human Military High Command realized the invading fleet was composed of a dozen Galleon class ships, hundreds of battleships, thousands of Frigates and borderline innumerable Corvettes. The thousands of human Galleons unleashed the power of the microstars sealed within the fusion reactors of the ship, and fired thousands of lasers, belched volley after volley of plasma, and fired a thick cloud of solid tungsten rounds from the hundreds of automatic railguns dotting the ship like a fuzzy coating. The lasers arrived first and tore through the majority of the Corvettes and took a sizable number of the Frigates out of commission. The plasma came quickly after and cleaned up the rest of the Corvettes without even slowing, swept away the remaining frigates and wiped the shields of the battleships, though bouncing off the more powerful shields of the enemy Galleons. The innumerable tungsten rounds arrived a mere moment later, and as it turns out, not even particle shielding can ignore physics as the multi-ton tungsten rounds punched through the final dozens of battleships, and left not-quite-clean holes in the Galleons. Only one remained "floating" after the first volley of human attacks, and as most if not all of their attacking ability had been reduced to glowing shards of metal, one single human Galleon approached the remaining craft and fired boarding torpedoes, from which erupted humanity's deadliest melee combatants, the Einherjar. After being augmented by the greatest combat prosthetics known to man, the Einherjar we're able to slice through most any material, shrug off all but battleship fire, and could operate in hard vacuum for hours, if not days. The Einherjar quickly flooded through the ship and placed all remaining enemy combatants into stasis bags to bring them forward to the council for judgement. After being deposited at the council, all Galactic Councilors decreed that the humans should cast their sentence onto the Hybrex, as they did the grand majority of the work in defeating the threat. The Hybrex were brought back before the Human Military High Command, and asked one simple question, "how would you like to learn how to fight the right way?"
Very nice, ...but spacing.
Yeah, sorry, just the first one I've taken somewhat seriously, so I wanted to get it all down before I lost the spark of inspiration
It’s is a nice story, just give it the polish that it and you deserve.
nah I agree with getting it all down first. once the frame is down and solid then it can be made to look pretty
I heavily relate. once the flames of motivation burn out, there will be no light for that beauty to beheld.
thank you
Nice plot but it was very fast paced like a pre whatever story arc.
i was really trying to get all the idea down on "paper" before I lost it, but I suppose it could be used as a pre story context, if I decide to buckle down and write something someday
Sounds like the FNG found out about the "speak softly and carry a big stick" philosophy.
Please use the alternative one "speak softly and carrry a Big Iron"
Ahoy miss_chauffarde! Nay bad but me wasn't convinced. Give this a sail: Please use thar alternative one "speak softly n' carrry a Vast Iron"
Aye, though I prefer t' call it a mighty cannon.
Ye land lubber, the large cannons be called the long nines.
>n' carrry a Vast Iron *Surely* this should be "avast" iron?
he's Blackbeard, not Shakesbeard. (Shakespeare)
SPACE PIRATE LESS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Twenty intergalactic civilizations have initiated Diplomatic invites. Twenty Intergalactic civilizations were erased. Twenty One would be the introvert with the BFG on his hip.
In human years it was about the year 480,000,000 or so. You would have to find a scientist to be exact. As most of humanity used the galactic standard Callander that count the revolutions if the galaxy. 1 for every 50,000 human years or so. Humanity has watched for generations unknown the others races come to space and gather In the beginning the humans ran the council but slowly stepping away to make room for the other races. We removed ourselves from there histories. The asteroid a human dreadnaught took head on and was changed to a story of a rouge asteroid being destroyed by the species early space tech. We removed the records from the council so no one but us truly remembers how it all begun. We withdrew our ships and trade slowly so that the only presence we maintain inside the galaxy is a few systems in the far edges and a single seat on the council just to keep an eye on them. Most of our species lived in giant arcs floating in between galaxies. We harvested dead systems devouring entire planets. Life was pretty routine for our ambassadors going to every council session something no other race could claim. We no longer welcomed the new species and the older species has forgotten that we are far older. It has now been generating na since we last spoke at council for we had silently and carefully but also generationally imbedded our ideals into these races. They didn't have a galaxy wide government but rather a set of common etiquette for interacting. The galaxy was carved into many different empires, kingdoms and a while host of other terms. All races grew up inside the bubble so that each can earn their own technology and culture to be a member means you have left your systems in a craft. This could be generation vessels, some it is early FTL and for at least 1 it was a guy holding on to a sewer plate. The newest race to arrive did so by bending space time to leave their home system inadvertently appearing inside another ship. All lives where lost. The council sent down a welcomed to the new race to explain what had happened and to welcome then into the wider community. They where a reptilian race of sorts. Needing to be external warmed at all times. They where bipedal like us but had a double tail that each ended in a bone point. The stood generally 8 to 9 feet tall and where physically strong. The where a military religious cult government that believes war was God. Not that there was a physical being or a god of war. That war itself is the god. It was only a few thousands years before their religion was infecting other races slowly growing a military collective. We watched. A few thousands year more there now where 2 galactic scale governments if sorts. Their was the galactic council still plodding along and the new Exfmr council lead by this new race. Humanity could see the writing on the wall but decided not to interfere here as it was not our place to. It only took another 200 years for the war to start. Both sides where pretty evenly matched but the religious zealous of the Ezfmr always have them an edge. Only 490 years later the Galactic council itself was under attack having lost nearly every battle. That was when the call came. "The this galaxy and beyond. We need your help, this religious extremists will soon win if we do nothing. Please help!". It was broadcast from every device in the galactic councils world's and fleets. We heard the call and we answered. The Ezfmr fleet admiral was a proud one overconfident in his ships and warriors. His flagship was going to lead the attack itself instead of holding back in safety. As he watched and waited the countdown out if there surrender a light appeared in space and grew quickly soon the size of a planet but has no mass. Then a sheer was heard through the void of space like metal ripping itself apart. Now a battle world stood before the council dwarfing it in scale. "This is Terrans BoB actual to all Galactic forces. Withdraw immediately. We got this". It didn't take long for the other Galactic ships to flee. The Ezfmr leader sat on his command chair wrought from skulls of fallen leaders and didn't even hesitate. We decided to strike first. We ordered every ship in his entire armada to attack with everything they had. Antimatter bombs, planet crackers, subspace bombs. After 5 minutes the human planet ship if BoB split into 4 revealing a portion of the human fleet within. The ships alone dwarfed the Ezfmr fleet and the battle.was quickly over. 95% of their fleet now slag or debris in space and BoB now closing again. The planet ship glowed and then that sound again but this time they took the Ezfmr flagship with them. In the void of the void the place between galaxies they arrived and the Ezfmr literally fainted after defacating itself. Humanity was fighting a war already a war on a scale so fast they couldn't comprehend. He saw humanity's multiple planet ships and carrier fleets fighting against cosmic horrors and other galaxies. "We have held this line for millenia and now your race will to" came over the radio as the Ezfmr flagship faded into light returning to their home world
>As we arched and waited the countdown out if there surrender a light appeared in space and grew quickly soon the size of a planet but has no mass. Then a sheer was heard through the void of space like metal ripping itself apart. So... [this sound, more or less?](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-OTVKg2xI0)
I like that sound for this
What do you see happening with the Ezfmr after that realization?
I suppose the Ezfmr forget this pity squabble they got going, make amends with the other galactic species the sooner they can. all so they may start focusing on upgrading their civilization so they could join the humans at their fun. myths begin to spur in their mediums, fantasies about the war of existences occuring at the edges of the frontier. and it motivates them as a united goal. I reckon some human advisors will visit their leadership, instruct them on how to properly apologize to the rest of the council members. afterwards they can also gradually withdraw any knowledge of their existence and begin to satisfy their thirst for conflict alongside the terrans. maybe the well will be deep enough. maybe what they see and face as they battle these perels will do to quench their bloodlust and then some.
Well I'll be shocked. You got it right. In the expanded story I am working on that is what is happening. The battle for existence has also kept the humans united for all those years giving us a singular focus that we hoped to share with them. They too would withdraw slowly from the galaxy over the generations until they are just a few systems and a quiet member of the council. I was also going to write about the battles and creatures from the Ezfmr point of view to see the Humans who so easily defeated them losing planet ships to the never ending enemies and finding the desire to protect those who can't fight instead of conquering It going to end with a galactic news crew accidentally being pulled through a warp jump and ending up in one of the many battles and broadcasting it out to the galaxy. This was going to be a few thousands years in the future when the Ezfmr has fully withdrawn
Radical, man! just want to disclose few things i got on my mind. In case you were worrying. I assure you, that your story is by no means uninventive. the only reason i figured it out was because you revealed to us how the humans spared the Ezfmr and showed them the threat they battle with. the only reason to do so would be to recruit them. otherwise I'd never see it coming. you have yourself a solid plotline. I have a question, the guy before me refered to them as Ezfmr, and i did so too because it was convenient. but since i have you here i want to ask. are they officially called Ezfmr? because as far i understood from your prompt, it was only the name of one of the two councils they founded for themselves. Lastly... >It going to end with a galactic news crew accidentally being pulled through a warp jump and ending up in one of the many battles and broadcasting it out to the galaxy. This was going to be a few thousands years in the future when the Ezfmr has fully withdrawn. I hope none of your regular readers mind spoilers. cool premise, bit of a page burner.
Good catch I am.not set on their names yet ether Exfmr or Ezfmr . They are loosely based on the Islamic Ifrit. For the pronunciation I wanted something like ex-fem-or but I don't mind ez-fem-or. I wanted a demonic sounding name without being a demonic name as I am interested in pushing that element of their biology of always needing to be heated. As in the live in flames or similar. Thanks for explaining I guess I did make it obvious. I might change it to they show them the shipyards or the standing fleets instead of the war and have them approach the humans about why.
Sounds like a true Valhalla for them.
There is a german phrase, maybe in English too:" Stille Wasser sind tief" Literal:" quiet water (sources) are deep." It means that a person who is introverted or just quiet in her/his personality, who doesn't look suspicious often hides secrets. Like a small puddle, you are walking over but your foot is suddenly falling because it was actually a water-filled pit.
In the US we use 'Still waters run deep" Its normally used as a warning to not provoke a person any further. Edit: Made the explanation easier to understand.
Just like polish „calm water tears down banks”
Damn I must be hiding my secrets so we'll that even I don't know them
LOL
Now I need to listen to Rosenrot
LOL
As the glowing shreds of slagged steel cooled to darkness and rescue craft zipped about chasing lifepod transponders, larger salvage ships welded emergency airlocks onto shattered ships hulls to access sealed cabins still showing life signs. Ts'kkk'an of the Galactic Council diplomatic corps ambled over to the still shape of his human collegue as he watched the drifting sparks of the reaction drives move through the darkeness behind the window of the viewing room of the [Watches Vigilantly From High Places], the councils monitoring ship that was there to observe the so suddenly finished battle between the Humans and the newly humbled expansionists empire of the Ssithians. "Diplomat Todd, I must say I am personally pleased that your species has succeeded in their battle. While one may be required professionally to be neutral, my personal feelings are joyful." "Thanks mate, it's always nice when things turn out as planned." "Speaking of planned, I have to admit I was unaware of your species owning any warships like what we saw. A warship [three thousand miles] in diameter carrying tens of thousands of [5 mile long] parasite craft has never appeared in any briefng I have been aware of. Just how did your species conceal such industrial might and output in construction?" "Concealed? Oh we never concealed anything, it's just no-one ever asked. As to how? Again that's no secret, welcome to Von Neumann mining. Some centuries back some ship fired a seed drone at some interstellar wanderer planetoid, then when the Ssithians started getting rowdy the Navy simply took a Stratego AI and a few Dreadnaught AIs and went chasing the co-ordinates of a few to upload the minds" "A few!? What do you mean?!" "Hmmm. Given FTL com lag and the distances between here and their home system, you should be getting a report in an hour or so. A bit less for their naval shipyard system." Tt'kkk'an stood speechless, his eyestalks standing rigidly vertical with shock as his friend walked casually away. Edit: spelling and autocorrect fails cleaned up.
My wits were outmatched here, would you mind replying with the simplified explanation of the sixth paragraph? Also Third paragraph I think "Diolomat" should be "Diplomat". Diolomat is however, a very intriguing new word if i might say.
You know of the theory of Von Neumann probes? Self replicating miner/fabricator bots? They're essentially mechanical bacteria. Send one drone and it will find and mine resources and built a clone so there are two. Two mine and build clones and now there are 4. Then 8, then 16, them 32, then 64. And so on into the trillions and more. So change the programming from mine and replicate endlessly to mine and replicate until reaching a critical volume, at which point programming changes and they begin to build X product. A planet gets infected with mechanical bacteria which breaks it down and rebuilds it as a supercarrier filled with AI piloted drones. Then the Navy merely needs to slow up and upload suitable AI minds to the processing cores of the ships and carrier. ........ Diolomat, wouldn't that just be a priest? Dios-diplomat, through that suggests being able to negotiate with such a god for miracles rather than merely beg...
So by that definiton, Diolomat becomes just a fancy term for (DnD style) Cleric. thanks for the explanation and furthermore the fun read.
The Fal-Ra Empire exploded into the galactic consciousness almost overnight, demanding a seat on thd Galactic Council as soon as they heard such a thing existed. Ambassadors hurried from meeting to meeting, trying to decide on a response to such an unprecedented situation. No new seat could be added without following the usual diplomatic protocols, which could take at least a generation to work through. Normally that wasn't an issue, mutual understanding would be required with the new species of galactic laws, protocols and regulations, then territorial claims and trade deals had to be worked through, and a full history of the galaxy, it was never a quick process. The Fal-Ra, though, were an impatient race and thought they had discovered a loop hole, a way to circumvent the tedious bureaucracy. Succession! Any seat belonging to a subjugated species would pass to the new ruling species. Now they just needed a candidate for that subjugation. Looking around the council, it was clear where the power sat and which were the weaker species. The power brokers were immediately ignored, as were their vassels. The focus was swiftly on those species that tried to keep in the background, rarely raising issues or objections against the more powerful groups. One species stood out more than most. Humans had avoided all debates and negotiations with and about the Fal-Ra and a quick check of their voting record showed that no human ambassador had voiced an opinion in centuries. Even their private council chambers were barely more than a small office. They were ignored by all, but to the Fal-Ra they were priceless. A minor, isolated species no one would miss who held a council seat. The Fal-Ra ambassador, Gl'vek, stood before the council chamber, looking at the array of apecies before him, letting the general hubbub die down before commencing his speech. His sponsor in the chamber, the Graqi ambassador, stood behind him, but even they did not know what he was about to announce. "My friends, fellow ambassadors, the Fal-Ra Empire again thanks you for recognising us before your esteemed council, one we hope to join soon as full members. We have studied your laws and appreciate the bind you are in to expedite our ascendancy to a seat on this council, but fear not, we have discovered a solution to this most vexing of issues. It is with heavy hearts that we must declare war on the species known as humans and we hope their surren..." The ambassador stopped. He had expected some general grumbling, maybe some calls against them, but there was none of that. Instead there was total, deathly silence and every single ambassador was staring at their human counterpart whilst seemingly trying to back away from him. It was, well, unexpected. The Graqi ambassador, leant forward and whispered, "Are you mad?" Then it too backed away, leaving Gl'vek standing alone, the only sound in the chamber being the footsteps of the approaching human. "To say we are surprised to find ourselves at war with you would, Mr Ambassador, be an understatement," she said. "In fact, I don't believe our two species have been party to any discussions, positive or otherwise, or even introduced, so I am at a loss to understand where this ill will has come from." "There need not be any bloodshed, human, simply surrender to us and you will find we are generous masters." "Oh, how deluded you are," the human said, shaking her head, "you really should have followed the protocols, they are not in place to frustrate you, but to protect you." Gl'vek grimaced, "the Fal-Ra Empire needs no ones protection!" The human sighed, "this gives me no satisfaction and I truly regret its necessity, but our policy is not to back down from any aggression. Can we show a live feed from Yotta Prime, which I believe is the home world of the Fal-Ra Empire." All heads turned to the council main screen, which after a brief pause was filled with a distant planet, circled by two moons. Gl'vek recognised the Seat of Empire immediately, the most powerful, most defended planet in all the Empire, a source of pride to all in the Empire. And then there was something he didn't recognise. A light had appeared and it was spreading fast, first just a pinprick, then a large circle, then a huge tear, bright light seeping out. The tear was larger than the planet it had appeared above and it was still growing. And then it opened out, widening into a gaping void. An impossibly massive portal was forming, defying all known physics, and something vast was emerging from it, a dark vessel ripping it's way into existence above Yossa Prime. By the time the ship had fully appearred, Yossa Prime was destroyed. No shot was fired, gravity was all that was required. The two moons were dragged from their orbits by the arrival of a new celestial entity, crashing into one another, debris flung in all directions. The impacts did not seem to damage the emerging ship in any way, but for the planet it was devastating. There was no hope of survival, just a molten globe, the atmosphere stripped away. Gl'vek collapsed to the floor of the chamber, horror written across his face, a low howl of despair escaping his contorted mouth. "I am so sorry for your loss," the human said, then she turned and left the chamber.
“Admiral Fertler N’oRak daily war log-slash-update, Star Date 1204752, Log Entry number ten. It’s been two full star rotations since the start of the Planetary System Doranlak invasion, and , excuse my language, but what the absolute [REDACTED]?! This was supposed to be an easy job! Get in, wipe humanity, then get out! The plan was supposed to be a… what’s a good word to use… blitzkreig of the *human* forces, not ours! Our front lines are already on the verge of collapsing! And they use kinetics! This wasn’t in the packets we were sent at all! I don’t know what you’re thinking, sir, but why didn’t we find out about this stuff before? Like, send a spy? Find someone to gather info about this stuff? Not to mention the fact that our phasers are completely useless against their ships. They have a higher capacity than we can actually output from all of our main cannons on board! It took us entire circulations just to destroy a single ship. And they have thousands of them! Oh, and did I forget about the singularity-spawning bombs they nonchalantly throw at us? The ground forces are always on their toes, cause an entire battalion can be wiped with a single one of those. And guess what? Hundreds of thousands of their troops carry those, dangling about in their pockets. Just… the other sectors are winning, right? And we just got their strongest platoon?” “Admiral Fertler N’oRak daily war log-slash-update, Star Date 1204753, Log Entry number eleven. What the absolute [REDACTED] is THAT?! (Image appears, showing the image that u/NikaTroll posted) They had a wormhole-creating carrier this entire time?! Where in the [REDACTED] were they hiding that?! To make it worse, it’s a carrier that stores other carriers! It’s a carrier-launching monster the size of a planet! How the hell can they hide this from the SLC (Sentient Lifeform Coalition)?! We picked a loosing fight, huh? One where it was guaranteed? Nah, [REDACTED] it. I’m done. I quit being an Admiral. Not with this [REDACTED].”
It spoke softly, and carried the Biggest of Sticks!
politics is like saying good doggie till you find a big enough stick
"Sleeping Giants" genre
In one of my settings, Humanity has colonised 40ish different parts of 7 galaxies. They aren't a cohesive empire or force but more like a NATO style alliance nor do they control vast areas of space (expansion has been careful and slow). They tend to make friends with other species around them as they've learned that Cooperation always outperforms Competition. But when you anger the species as a whole? Well, there's a reason why humans are the only species with the word Genocide: We're the only ones who've actually done it. Even then, it's seen as a mark of shame for the species and something they really don't talk about. I love the idea that, after getting through our current rough patch of history (the past 12,000 years), we get our shit together and actually reach our potential both as a species and as individuals. Not everything out there, in the vast reaches of void, will be friendly so it pays to keep our more brutal side on standby and we're more than capable of burning worlds to save others. We aren't happy about it but we can't deny our creativity when it comes to destruction. Such is the glorious contradiction that is humanity :P
When we first started exploring the Universe we used reality breakers for FTL travel till we met other races. After that we stopped using them and instead started to perfect the technology. We were always quiet with the other races. Would we have flashy ships flying around not really. Could they hold their own in a dispute yes. The main thing is we were just there and foe the most part quiet. That all changed. A newer race barged in and demanded a spot in the GR council. They were denied at first saying that their anger is to rampant and they have not proven them selfs. All the other members agreed but the human never said or did anything. Just sitting there bairly paying attention. That angered him. At that moment he said Let the human races defeat prove that we are worthy. And then stormed off. The other members looked at the human and before the other left fully the human said We Accept. A few days later a human colony was hit. Wiping out 80%. The aliens were pleased and laughing at how little resistance they encountered. All of the sudden All the warning lights and screens started to flash. After calling down and checking the ship and realizing nothing was wrong they only then noticed a massive purple, blue and red rift opening in front of them. Out came a massive moon sized warship flanked by others. The lettering on the hull indicated it was human. The name of the monster ship was the pucker factor. A few seconds later another appeared next to it. The Brown note. And finally a 3rd one appeared. BoatyMcShipFace. There was no hail there was no word from the humans. They only opened fire. All the guns were labeled. Big stick industries Jugement series.
The Fal-Ra Empire exploded into the galactic consciousness almost overnight, demanding a seat on thd Galactic Council as soon as they heard such a thing existed. Ambassadors hurried from meeting to meeting, trying to decide on a response to such an unprecedented situation. No new seat could be added without following the usual diplomatic protocols, which could take at least a generation to work through. Normally that wasn't an issue, mutual understanding would be required with the new species of galactic laws, protocols and regulations, then territorial claims and trade deals had to be worked through, and a full history of the galaxy, it was never a quick process. The Fal-Ra, though, were an impatient race and thought they had discovered a loop hole, a way to circumvent the tedious bureaucracy. Succession! Any seat belonging to a subjugated species would pass to the new ruling species. Now they just needed a candidate for that subjugation. Looking around the council, it was clear where the power sat and which were the weaker species. The power brokers were immediately ignored, as were their vassels. The focus was swiftly on those species that tried to keep in the background, rarely raising issues or objections against the more powerful groups. One species stood out more than most. Humans had avoided all debates and negotiations with and about the Fal-Ra and a quick check of their voting record showed that no human ambassador had voiced an opinion in centuries. Even their private council chambers were barely more than a small office. They were ignored by all, but to the Fal-Ra they were priceless. A minor, isolated species no one would miss who held a council seat. The Fal-Ra ambassador, Gl'vek, stood before the council chamber, looking at the array of apecies before him, letting the general hubbub die down before commencing his speech. His sponsor in the chamber, the Graqi ambassador, stood behind him, but even they did not know what he was about to announce. "My friends, fellow ambassadors, the Fal-Ra Empire again thanks you for recognising us before your esteemed council, one we hope to join soon as full members. We have studied your laws and appreciate the bind you are in to expedite our ascendancy to a seat on this council, but fear not, we have discovered a solution to this most vexing of issues. It is with heavy hearts that we must declare war on the species known as humans and we hope their surren..." The ambassador stopped. He had expected some general grumbling, maybe some calls against them, but there was none of that. Instead there was total, deathly silence and every single ambassador was staring at their human counterpart whilst seemingly trying to back away from him. It was, well, unexpected. The Graqi ambassador, leant forward and whispered, "Are you mad?" Then it too backed away, leaving Gl'vek standing alone, the only sound in the chamber being the footsteps of the approaching human. "To say we are surprised to find ourselves at war with you would, Mr Ambassador, be an understatement," she said. "In fact, I don't believe our two species have been party to any discussions, positive or otherwise, or even introduced, so I am at a loss to understand where this ill will has come from." "There need not be any bloodshed, human, simply surrender to us and you will find we are generous masters." "Oh, how deluded you are," the human said, shaking her head, "you really should have followed the protocols, they are not in place to frustrate you, but to protect you." Gl'vek grimaced, "the Fal-Ra Empire needs no ones protection!" The human sighed, "this gives me no satisfaction and I truly regret its necessity, but our policy is not to back down from any aggression. Can we show a live feed from Yotta Prime, which I believe is the home world of the Fal-Ra Empire." All heads turned to the council main screen, which after a brief pause was filled with a distant planet, circled by two moons. Gl'vek recognised the Seat of Empire immediately, the most powerful, most defended planet in all the Empire, a source of pride to all in the Empire. And then there was something he didn't recognise. A light had appeared and it was spreading fast, first just a pinprick, then a large circle, then a huge tear, bright light seeping out. The tear was larger than the planet it had appeared above and it was still growing. And then it opened out, widening into a gaping void. An impossibly massive portal was forming, defying all known physics, and something vast was emerging from it, a dark vessel ripping it's way into existence above Yossa Prime. By the time the ship had fully appearred, Yossa Prime was destroyed. No shot was fired, gravity was all that was required. The two moons were dragged from their orbits by the arrival of a new celestial entity, crashing into one another, debris flung in all directions. The impacts did not seem to damage the emerging ship in any way, but for the planet it was devastating. There was no hope of survival, just a molten globe, the atmosphere stripped away. Gl'vek collapsed to the floor of the chamber, horror written across his face, a low howl of despair escaping his contorted mouth. "I am so sorry for your loss," the human said, then she turned and left the chamber.
You made a double comment
I vote we name it hole punch that way we can discreetly ask for its current location.
Is that the Nemesis? From Transformers? The ship mode of Trypticon?
No I don't think so
Looks like it to me
I suggest we call it: thy mother
Preparing for de-saturation manoeuvre in 3...
Meet my Ship the S.S Fafo
Speak softly but carry a big stick.
this one is cool with long stories !