Humans are Wierd Tale
“The planet Txar has been on civil war since long before the Galactic Union discovered their existence. The Txarian sentient species, Ky.rroc are hermaphrodites around two hundred fifty centimeter high and a hundred thirty kilograms heavy. Their skin is even thicker than steel, almost an exoskeleton, and their musculature so strong they are able to carry twice their own weight. The first commandant to ever see one described xe as a kill machine.”
As Commandant Lou’tt spoke about my own species all I could see was fear on the eyes of the various aliens around. By pure luck my ancestors have reached the G.U. before the Kishemern. As soon as the commander called my people kill machines a tiny creature, using a spacesuit, “for safety purposes”, raised xis hand.
- Human Gabriel, for the hundredth time. - The Commandant spoke with impatience - If you want to ask something, you can just talk. No need to wait to a officer allow you to.
- Right, Lou. - The “human” looked to xir superior - That commandant has ever been on Terra? I mean, do you really call those kill machines?
I looked into the tiny creature eyes. I could see the predator within, although it was hidden behind childish laughter, fake peace and self hatred. The thing the G.U. never found out about the Ky.rroc was how extreme are our predatory senses, barely mind reading.
- How many generations have passed since your kind last seen war, Human? - I saw the crew shaking out of fear again, but the human retributed my look, showing xis teeth, not as sharp as mine, far from threatening, but a clear challenge. - I guess your kind have outcame hunt, halfway mutated into herbivores. How you dare calling the proud Jug.dymak of the Kr.rroc not a killing machine.
- Yrillis-6, Txar is called a Death World by the Union, I’ll give you that. - The human howled that offense - A Class Two Death World. - Xis voice had no fear, xis eyes started glowing with excitement - I am from Sol-3, Terra the only Class Six Death World that is inhibited.
“I can survive temperatures below freezing, and halfway boiling. Most poison are ineffective against my kind, and many of those that are we use for fun. We are able to mimic any species cries or languages. Humans are know for bonding with any living thing, and many non-living to. You ask how many generations we have since we last saw war? There are some happening right now, using titanium piercing ammo, incendiary cluster bombs, nuclear friction grenades
“And you wonder why ain’t I afraid of the Ky.rroc? My own body is a lethal bioweapon to your species. My breath carries microorganisms that can kill you, not to talk about those that live only inside of me, my fluids are acid to your skin. You may kill me, but my corpse alone can slay one of your cities.”
- I am a proud child of Sol-3, a son of Terra. - Xis eyes sparkled, predatory, as no being ever was - I was named Gabriel Thanatos, names that symbolize the guardian angel and the death. As my father said, what Humanity are.
I felt then what those crew members did. Fear, an emotion I only knew throughout my prey. I fell for my knees, impotent as I understood why that monster had so much laughter, fake peace and self hatred. Xe was preventing xiself from feeling power hunger, megalomania and bloodlust.
- Always keep a Terran around, Ky.rooc Jug.dymak. - The commandment said as the human walked away to the battlefield, unplugging his suit - After all, they are hard to kill, and harder not to love after a while.
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Every time i go into Tumblr, I see this. This isn’t my main blog, that one is dead, long before I ever even MADE this one, and yet I can’t answer as @i-like-roleplay. So I’ll Just make a new blog! and then i log in, thinking about erasing this... and I aways have new notes, new Reblogs.
I Wrote this so long ago. There are many gramatical and science errors. Linguistic errors. And yet, it went past one and a half thousand notes. Can you imagine yourself speaking to one and a half tousand people ate once? Let alone they actually liking what you said? How am I able to just cease this blog from existance, cease the existance of my OG teenager tumblr blog that i so desperatly wish i never had separated from this one having the knowledge that if I do I’ll never get another notification of this post that reached hights i never even thought possible?
I am abandoning this blog, I mean it was abandonned for YEARS before this because of the shameful teenager mentality “hohoho @i-like-roleplay has pride and won’t submit to change” that i carried with me to the mid-twennies. And yet, even though i will be creating another main blog, with another e-mail and everything, I cannot bring myself to delete this blog. I thank you for your notes, for the rebblogs and comments, for every laugh this may have caused to anyone that read it. Thank You for your additions and for taking inspiration in something I made.
For all mutuals of @i-like-roleplay, maybe one day we shall meet again, under another name, you may not know it, but I will, and I appreciate you.
For all followers I did never follow back, I Thank You for liking what I did, and apologies for not being more active with my content.
For every Tumblr.com user that may come in contact with this without ever even knowing me, I hope you liked my writing and thank you for reading to the end.
From one proud child of Sol-3 (as MANY of you corrected me along the years) to another, Thank You, and Goodbye!
















