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He did not respond (Space Orks)

It had been some five decades since we had made contact with humanity, which to my people may well have been centuries. Our race are born and pass in quick succession our lifespans are short roughly 7 to 10 earth years. I personally had hatched from a small sector on the outer edge of our designated space. One the first and only human I had met was an old man who personally helped the founders of the village break ground. An old man by the name of Jacob he served as surrogate grandfather to all the children whom were born. Beloved by the village as children we would watch from cracked door as he partook in an old hobby of his: "blacksmithing." According to him it was one of the first acts of creation before fabricators and metal printers; despite the simplicity of how he described it merely hitting something to shape while it was not and malleable from the fire we the children and even our fathers and grandfathers admitted to finding the process somehow breathtaking. We watched as the muscles of man contracted with every swing of the hammer outlined in the fire that served as the cornerstone for their evolution. Jacob was old when I first asked he had paused for some time a wry look in his eyes while a stricken look on his face formed.

"Hmm, I do believe I've forgotten let's see...", as he did so he would pretend to count his time on his fingers, and stroking his graying beard with ash covered hand, before turning and mocking "wait what was I doing again ... who are you young man." I would laugh as he pretended to chase me bout of his shop and into the town center with the warm looks of the watching parents, and joked cries of the other children who joined.

And...

I remember the day it happened, the they came.

We where a small outpost as it was we had all the conveniences of modern technology we remained somewhat isolated. The first thing he yey took was the communications tower. They took It with missiles and it soon snapped under it's own weight and the softening of the flames. Jacob was first to respond telling for everyone to head to the designated safety encampment as he burst from his shop hammer clutched in his fist. His voice carried around and as it did every one was roused into action. He broke open doors and hurried children out alongside their parents.

My house had been caught in the initial bout of fire that had erupted from the fallen tower. I remember as me and my parents huddled by the floor slowly losing strength as a great angry slamming began to hit the door and my dad shakingly told us to close our eyes. The banging grew louder like the steps of an angry giant before finally being ripped of its hinges. I could not see what it was that walked through but I could imagine I fully expected to here the firing of a rifle.

But it never came I felt sudden weightlessness as a great something scooped my family and carried us through the smoke to the blinding outside and fresh air. I finally opened my eyes to quickly moving graven underneath me and the large shoulders I knew and began to weep. When we had finally been set down we were swarmed by those around us making sure everything on us was fully functioning. I could but see Jacob's back as he walked towards the outpost through the crowd, soot staining his clothing.

Minutes later I heard screaming and turned to see the pirates walking toward us. They aimed at the crowd demanding us to obey or perish. I began once again to cry quietly covered by my parents. The leader i assumed to be stepped forth demanding us to all step forth into the small boarding ship we could see move and land nearby us.

We were to be turned to slaves, I seeped harder. As we lined up one us Ka'je a pregnant mother of the outpost resisted them not wanting her unborn to be hatched in slavery. She resisted the mb as they forced her towards the shuttle. She managed to break free of them and ran back to the outpost. Despite her plight the pirates merely chuckled to themselves before one raised his rifle and fired.

She was struck down and fell into the dirt motionless. I watched the shattered remains of the unborn's eggshell crack onto the ground from the now gaping hole in her stomach. Everyone grew silent but the pirates. Their roars of laughter only drowned by the deafening silence and sorrow in our heads. Expressionless we were ushered into the shuttle numb. As the end of the line grew ever closer a roar from behind caused all to gaze back at the body.

There Jacob knelt cradling Ka'je's body.

The pirates quick to act demanded us into the shuttle to await the same fate.

He did not respond.

They demanded louder for him to follow.

He did not respond.

The threatened to rip him away from the body and burn them both, and finally he moved.

Holding the body his frame walked to the watching crowd. He walked to her mother and laid down the body by her feet before standing up. Mother cradled her fallen blood in her outstretched arms cold tears trickling down her face. All mourned for the mother, but I looked at the face of the one who carried her. The sorrow of the mother could be imagined butwhat of the one who watched her mother mature, like he had her mother before , and grandmother before. Never before had I realized how a long life could lead to longer suffering. We would pass in the blink of an eye but he would persist for longer. As I gazed at the face in the shadow of the flickering yellowed lights.

I felt nothing from him, no rage , no sadness, his eyes seemed to look on and I questioned where his heart was that he could watch with no emotion at a grieving mother and her dead child whom he had both raised.

It felt like some time though it was likely only moments before Jacob turned and walked out of the open cargo door towards the pirates. They trained their guns on him as he approached.

I more sensed it than saw it.

Each step he took he seemed to grow until halfway towards them he was twice their height. As he grew so too did my feelings of apprehension. A primal fear spoke inside me as he grew farther until it screamed at me to run, to hide ,DEAR MAKER HIDE, WE ARE GOING TO DIE, ITS GOING TO KILL US.

I knew not what "IT" my instincts told me to hide from as it surely couldn't be Jacob I believed. Looking around it seemed all shared my unknown apprehension other than knowing something was happening. I turned to look back at Jacob's back. His every step caused an unseen pressure over my body and those around me, our legs shook, vision grew blurry, and breathing grew labored.

It was as good had descended to judge the sins of the past and deeds of the future, however we are not the guilty sinners. The pirates suffered hundred fold and drew great labored long fouls of air and wobbled to and fro like paper at the mercy of a great storm.

He reached them and the could not stand nor breathe lying flat on the gravel choking for beath.

He grabbed them by their heads his thick calloused fingers covering all but their eyes.

They screamed their throats ragged until with deafennign and sickening crunch he crushed them, throwing them to the side flicking gore from his fingers.

The rest of the crew where quick to arrive and the captain barked orders for them to fire as they turned the corner.

Jacob is an old man by his races standards.

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Old men do not make noise to rival engines or war.

He let loose a roar that deafened us and charged into the incoming fire. Hammer in hand he brought it down upon them as he had metal dozens of times. Muscles swelled with blood and eyes bloodshot he wadded through their corpses as they fell at his feet like a fisherman through water. Bullets flew through his body becoming part of his crusade for blood.

He splintered their bones with his hands smashed their rifles with his hammer, and deafened their senses with his roars.

He dropped his hammer and swung his fists into them like mightymallets of their own. The carnage continued as his cried grew full of pain and sorrow. He had raised everyone in the outpost to him we are family I remember him saying. As this continued the shuttle began revving up ready to take off.

He heard our panicked cries for help and turned sprinting to the closing door as it closed.

I only know what the outpost cameras saw after the event. He sprinted to the door as it closed and banged on it unable to open he yanked the back facing tow cable and sprinted to a cable that fell loose from the tower.

As the shuttle took off he held a cable on each hand and did not allow it to move farther from home. He did not let us leave against our will. The shuttle cable ran out of slack as his figure was jerked violently towards it.

Yet still he held.

Through the heavy door above the din of the engines I recall the roar.

He yanked us back to the ground as he kicked a body into the engines and we fell.

After all was done the attempted escaping pirate was dealt with all the same as his comrades. Though we should feel joy we watched as Jacob stumbled away into the nearby forest.

It was five hours before anyone found the courage to follow him. Not one but a great many of us followed the trail of blood to a riverbed and his figure sitting on a stump overlooking it.

I was first to call his name.

He did not respond.

I shook him from behind.

He did not respond.

I cried tears trickling down my scales onto his face , peacefully smiling with eyes closed.

He did not respond.

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There's a monster aboard(Humans are Space orks)

Tav'urn had been at his job for well over 50 years after the universe at large, had met humanity. With humans came a sudden insource of issues for the republic especially due to the complex nature of humans. Before hand the largest issues that his district had to deal with was the overflowing reports of pirates boarding vessels and often leaving nothing behind. When humanity had joined alongside the other races as crew these attacks now often had survivors which before was a rarity at best. After all this was said and done he had never seen a case quite like this. The ship in question the "Tyurn" had returned looking somewhat beaten but still functional had docked and been sentenced to repair work, while it's crew had been taken for questioning on the space pirates that had invaded as per standard procedure.

The issue was the state that the crew was in, now normally the crew of an attacked vessel would be on edge due to the notorious legacy of the space pirates for leaving none alive. But the crew where in fact all alive. But, they looked like victims of an unspeakable atrocity.Tav'urn had seen the same look only on torture victims from a war long passed as they were liberated, having at him with hollow eyes. Each of the crew merely looked at their hands or similarly functioning appendage clenching and unclenching them repeatedly paying him no mind as his questions fell on their deaf ears. Tav'urn simply wrote down as the last one to question walked in sat down and finnally met his gaze. The captain of the vessel in question was far more composed somewhat.

"In better shape than the rest of the crew I see," Tav'urn remarked.

"Don't make light of them if I hadn't had better training I would be no better," the captain snapped.

"ok, ok let's calm down, now"Tav'urn breathed, " can you tell me exactly what happened on your ship and why your crew is in various stages of catalepsy?" The captains gaze grew cloudy and dark as he closed his eyes shuddering slightly.

"We where attacked as you can see by the damages. They used the boarding pods to hit our side and boarded us within seconds. Within minutes they had rounded all of us up into the bridge." His eyes opened but looked through Tav'urn as he spoke, peering past I'm into the past as he retold the story.

"At least all but our single human on board by the name of John, who in the chaos had managed to escape capture. Now a few things you should know John is... Our Chief of Security. He monitors things to make sure nothing harmful to us such as space pirates would make it very far."

" I take it he didn't do his job very well," Tav'urn spoke at the muted captain. The captain froze for a second before a low rumbling built up in his throat soon he was laughing harder than any human Tav'urn had ever seen any human laugh. But there was something wrong there as the laugher wasn't happening it had no feeling of joy or warmth rather than that the caption clutched at his head like he was in pain. The madening laughter scared Tav'urn, he could not help but shrink slightly in fear as the voice grew rugged and more demented until it was little more than a hoarse wheeze puntuated with a violent coughing fit.

"No you fool it's precisely because, he did his job that my crew look like souless husks of their former selves!" Fear entered his eyes as he spoke his hoarse voice making him sound all the more scared and afraid.

"John has been in some wars that had been occurring between himans. I-i knew that he told me but... Nothing could have prepared me. He kept some old full body armer and ballistic weapons in his cabin, "just in case he told us" you see John is a bit special. Towards the beginning of when we first began to make contact humanity had dabbled in genetic modifications. And they used them most often on soldiers of a special category of their ranks." The captain wispered to nothing in particular as Tav'urn listened.

"What I didn't know was how he fought or his war record."

"I know now, and I wish I didn't. He donned his old armor that he had left so long ago and a helmet that hid his face from us.... Probably for the better because he wasn't human when it was on and I fear the THING that hid under that armor. It was less than human without a shred of remorse or mercy that we knew humans where capable of."

"IT woke up, long dormant and thirsty for it's next victim as it rose once more. Those in the bridge myself included HEARD it come before we saw it. The panicked screams of the pirates cut short with a deafening boom," the captain grew fervent as he spoke rocking slightly in his chair like a madman. Tav'urn couldn't help but lean back away fearfully himself fearing for what would come next, regardless if he was prepared.

"We saw a space pirates easily twice the height of a human being thrown into the wall denting it and as it tried to get up and run we finally saw it. The demon whose sounds we had been hearing for the past half our each explosion cutting off the screams for help as it made its way slower to us." The captain was nearly foaming at the mouth madness in his eyes clutching at the edges of the table as if fearing something would pull him away.

"I-it didn't look at us n-not yet it's gaze followed the pirate as it pitifully tried crawling away. It stepped on its back the sound of bones crunching reaching all in the bridge leaving most without their meals in their stomach. It aimed the old ballistic scattergun at the shaking head of the space pirate, as it screamed for help that would never come."

"And it pulled the trigger." The captain grew still as his iris' vibrated transfixed at a point on the sealing his grip falling slack and arms hanging down at his sides before he covered his face with them and his unblinking fearful eye peered through his fingers at Tav'urn.

"It's target dead it lowered the gun before turning to face us. Fear it a reaction all races have... It's natural that in the face of danger fear tells us to run but... Fear told none of us to run."

"It told us to wait for we couldn't run from this."

" Years passed as the unmoving visor stared down our direction. I could not tell wether it was going to kill us or the pirates... And I suppose neither could they. I felt cold, so cold... Colder than I've ever been and now ? Now I know why."

"Because death came that day, and decided it was not yet my time."

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Humans are space orks (Men of Iron)

I got to thinking about what would happen if Aliens waged war in humanity but didn’t know what they looked like. Like they couldn’t see humanity through the atmosphere, their instruments just pulled up blurry images, and decide we look harmless enough to curb-stomp into submission with little effort. So I sat for 10 minutes and the following is what I came up with.

Our instruments couldn’t see through the atmosphere that was always a problem in war, not being able to see the enemy, not knowing what you were supposed to be firing on. Our very best scanners managed to find blurry distorted images of a simple race with only four limbs, not much larger than 1 vur(2meters roughly)and the higher-ups had decided that we should kick over this rock and see what crawled out.

I was one of the first to enter orbit and nearly immediately we heard sirens blare as we dropped our payload onto the ground below.“Softening up the area for the ground troops to land” as it was called. Our sirens turned to alarms as we detected a object approaching our force of 4 large bombers.

Our craft barely made it out and the rest where not fortunate enough to have a whole body left to send home.

We sent in troops roughly 1 earth rotation later I had been tasked with transport to the surface. As we came in to land we came under heavy fire and “Landed” shortly thereafter. I took up arms against humanity after being stranded alongside my fellow soldiers. We were bombarded with primitive ballistics, and explosives by an enemy we could not see for the dirt, debris, and bombshells flying in the clouded sky.

They fell upon us like waves to a shore and we finally caught our first glance of a human. It stood tall indistinguishable from those who stood beside it. Our calculations had been off what we had mistaken as a weak figure had a shell tough as our ships and weapons that fired similar metals at our skins.

Humanity stood tall and we watched as the silently staring figures simply walked through our lines executing any who tried resist, cowing us into submission as they punched holes into the offenders with the limbs we had deemed weak.

They stood one and a half vur tall easily surpassing us in height as they stared down at us with eyes that didn’t blink. We had lost as soon as we had begun to fight. It was long after that we realized humanity had created something called Armor because while their normal builds could still rip our heads from our bodies. Once augmented with suits that stopped plasma and allowed them to easily lift a small cruiser they became unstoppable.

Humanity are not the natural apex predator.

They do not run the fastest or hit the hardest.

But they have bested those who have and imitated their strengths. For that any race should fear the humans.

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(this post was slightly based off this quote “I have no fangs or claws for I am only man. So I built them of fire and iron.” I butchered it but that’s the gist of it.)

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Humans are space orks (Men of Iron)

I got to thinking about what would happen if Aliens waged war in humanity but didn't know what they looked like. Like they couldn't see humanity through the atmosphere, their instruments just pulled up blurry images, and decide we look harmless enough to curb-stomp into submission with little effort. So I sat for 10 minutes and the following is what I came up with.

Our instruments couldn't see through the atmosphere that was always a problem in war, not being able to see the enemy, not knowing what you were supposed to be firing on. Our very best scanners managed to find blurry distorted images of a simple race with only four limbs, not much larger than 1 vur(2meters roughly)and the higher-ups had decided that we should kick over this rock and see what crawled out.

I was one of the first to enter orbit and nearly immediately we heard sirens blare as we dropped our payload onto the ground below."Softening up the area for the ground troops to land" as it was called. Our sirens turned to alarms as we detected a object approaching our force of 4 large bombers.

Our craft barely made it out and the rest where not fortunate enough to have a whole body left to send home.

We sent in troops roughly 1 earth rotation later I had been tasked with transport to the surface. As we came in to land we came under heavy fire and "Landed" shortly thereafter. I took up arms against humanity after being stranded alongside my fellow soldiers. We were bombarded with primitive ballistics, and explosives by an enemy we could not see for the dirt, debris, and bombshells flying in the clouded sky.

They fell upon us like waves to a shore and we finally caught our first glance of a human. It stood tall indistinguishable from those who stood beside it. Our calculations had been off what we had mistaken as a weak figure had a shell tough as our ships and weapons that fired similar metals at our skins.

Humanity stood tall and we watched as the silently staring figures simply walked through our lines executing any who tried resist, cowing us into submission as they punched holes into the offenders with the limbs we had deemed weak.

They stood one and a half vur tall easily surpassing us in height as they stared down at us with eyes that didn't blink. We had lost as soon as we had begun to fight. It was long after that we realized humanity had created something called Armor because while their normal builds could still rip our heads from our bodies. Once augmented with suits that stopped plasma and allowed them to easily lift a small cruiser they became unstoppable.

Humanity are not the natural apex predator.

They do not run the fastest or hit the hardest.

But they have bested those who have and imitated their strengths. For that any race should fear the humans.

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(this post was slightly based off this quote "I have no fangs or claws for I am only man. So I built them of fire and iron." I butchered it but that's the gist of it.)

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Seriously where did you all come from?! 0_0

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Human Nature(Space orks)

Humanity is not a very kind bunch, at least not at first. Not when you would first meet them, we would be rude, primitive, and knowing us Incredibly loud and obnoxious.

But.

We are a fascinating race to be sure. Who other than humans would send primitive cameras massive in size, and manpower to seek others? Who else would be so focused on progress that they can, unknowingly, toil away for hours, days with little or no sleep? Who else seeks the answers to questions both unasked, out of reach, and that those don't wish to know for fear of the answer? No other race on our planet sports such a drive to learn, and know everything about anything.

While others looked to everything around them, one looked to the stars and grew captivated by their mysterious beauty. When he passed another took up his work and explored more, dug deeper than his predicessor, unearthing more of the beauty outside our small blue marble. Eventually when we could go no farther, we built robots with a single giant eye to see what we could not. We sent smaller ones to visit the red desert nearest to us. We named them Spirit, Curiosity,Opportunity, and Pathfinder over what drove us humans to where we are.

Humanity is not a timid race. We don't fear the unknown. Rather, it seems to fill us with a burning drive to experience. Our curiosity knows no bounds, our spirit is bountiful and willing to drive us, our first people to step into that which we do not know we're the pioneers, the Pathfinders, for those to come will become the same for the next to push past where they have retired.

And at the end of the tunnel that was dug by so many before us, through the tough rocks that attempted to stop us and the shifting sands of sudden discovery, we will find our answer.

And we will rejoice for a long lived question has been answered and with Glee we dig the next tunnel.

And answer that question.

And the next.

And the next.

For we are humanity, and we need no opportunity to start, we have yet to stop, through the sleepless long nights, we have continued.

We are humanity we will pursue what we always have.

And pray for those poor rocks who attempt to stop us for we will cut through them.

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Humans are space orks: Rage & Wrath

I've seen a lot of posts on humans when angered getting really quiet, focused, and detached turning into silent death machines. What if however they got used to this and assumed it to be the most extreme form of rage that humans we're capable of? Now what if however, they saw what happens when you break a human?

[Transmission from hostile race Designation: Qit'arl]

The fleet commander stared at the prompt on screen along with trillions of others that this was being broadcast to. The alliance of Unified Planets had discovered a race of conquers from several galaxies over warped into our galaxy some 2 decades ago and initially had extended the hand of friendship to them as they had to every race currently flying the alliance's banner.

This race the Qit'arl had responded instead with explosive rounds demanding that all submit to them and serve under them. We responded in kind. The captain ran his three clawed hand over his chitinous head closing his large eyes and letting out a hissing sigh, something he had picked up from humans he noticed.

Humans, he remarked to himself, humans had played the biggest part in there campaign to stop them. They fought the hardest and sacrificed the most in this war. Their numbers dwindled somewhat but due to the extreme resilience they often followed the motto " It doesn't matter how you die, only that you take as many with you as you can."

And that's exactly what they did, to the point that the Qit'arl began to focus only on crippling humanity. They destroyed or attempted to, a number of humanities world's in an effort to reduce their losses and send humans back out of this war licking their wounds allowing them victory. But humanity was stubborn and persisted. 2 decades of blood shed had shown the other races the steely rage humanity had and at first it terrified them, but like all human habits it was eventually accepted as their nature.

"Answer there call, let's see what they want." A communications officer nodded bringing the face of their enemy on screen.

"You and all those that are being broadcast this message across your entire, PITIFUL, STAR SYSTEM will stand down," the creature chirped much like he did but far more brutal and savage. The admiral sighed again, knowing well he was being transmitted to the rest of the galaxy, yet unable to hold in his fatigue.

"I am Admiral Ta'kan of the 23rd fleet, you have not right to make demands of us," he spoke somewhat dryly knowing well that diplomatic peace was never an option with them.

"Then we will show you what he have learned," the creature stepped aside showing a grey room with a human strapped to an metal throne looking rather bored and apathetic despite being behind enemy lines. The admiral straightened a bit gaining a great deal more focus as the Qit'arl approached the tied down human. The human himself despite looking rather bored and somewhat "roughed up" seemed to be fine. Admittedly the human even for his species was somewhat large and well built, A soldier he mused from the dirty ripped military fatigues he wore.

The creature rasped, " This race the Huuumon is the only of your army that presents us trouble, however, the trait you pride them on their "Pack bonding" as you call is a horrible weakness to us and we shall now show it to you."

The frame shifted slightly to show the entire room and the single metal door that served at the entrance and exit. The door opened and a Qit'arl holding a member of the admiral very own species was escorted in causing him and the tied up human, to tense up . Through the door more came each escorted by one Qit'arl soldier.

"We captured the ship containing this humans allies with whom he has "bonded" too for some time." "Now watch what we have learned" he nodded to the last guard who promptly shut the door. The admiral watched as the Qit'arl produced from a corner of the room a tray that he wheeled in front of the human. The tray contained all manner of things to inflict pain and suffering, even sending a shiver down his spine.

The Qit'arl lined the some hundred and twenty of the humans bonded friends and picked one from the line, throwing him to the ground in from of him causing him to strain with hate in his eyes against the restrains holding him in place desperate to help his friend. The leader walked to the now coughing xilankt whom he grabbed with one curved pincer reaching for the tray and randomly plucking a vial of unknown clear substance off of it. He then tried to force it down the appendage that served as it's throat before dropping it and standing to the side watching it as it retched and sputtered to get the liquid out before large boils appeared on it's flesh and engulfed it and a sickening pop was heard by the trillions watching in horror.

The human man strained harder against the bindings as the admiral watched each of the prisoners be tortured and killed in front of him . The people of the alliance knew what humans would do for those they were bonded to, what ends they would go to to save those rather than preserve their own life they risked it gladly for others. That same concept was being used against them now, a lone man unable to save those he held dear. He fought as hard as he could until he was scratched and bleeding the hatred being replaced with despair as he could do nothing.

The Qit'arl killed all of them in 3 hours with the most excruciating methods available to them.

And the Man watched.

Now he drooped against his bonds face hidden from those that could only watch like the admiral, as his last bonded friend was pulled in front of him. Fighting agains the Qit'arl he looked at his human friend not with pity or sadness but with the same steely glare that humanity had shown everyone during war. He spoke one word the the man many assumed broken long ago during the death of his bond friends.

"Human John" he spoke causing the man in question to raise his head slightly.

"Fight" and with that he succumbed to the torture designated for him. "John" went limp against his restrains blood and sweat flowing from the cuts on his hands from the restraints.

"Humans," the Qit'arl spoke again after the many hours of killing and torture, " Humans and their bonding are weak. The beings whom fight the most with are not without their flaws. Now you have seen them," the Qit'arl spoke producing a weapon from the dreaded tray again held it up to the slumped over head of John, " And now" rasped the leader. "We will show you more," and fired the weapon into the chest of the man causing small convulsions as they impacted.

For a moment, the galaxy was silent save for the still smoking weapon and the leader walking to the camera.

"Despite all you think, your humans are not infalable. They will die and-" the leader was interrupted as the guards that had stood silently in the room trained their weapons once again at the humans corpse. The leader turned around and watched with so many others as the limp hand of the once-thought-to-be-dead human slowly ever so slowly clasped into a palm as his breathing returned from an immovable breath to a roaring intake.

Once again John strained against the bonds causing his muscle to ripple through his skin and veins to bulge like tendrals through his body. The throne of suffering and hall of bodies that laid around him began to groan as it echoed through the room. Nobody did anything but stare incredulously at the man bending metal. The Qit'arl awoke from their stupor first and ordered the guards in the room to fire, and as he did.

The bonds broke.

The man chained forced to watch those close to him was free. And maker help whoever got in his way.

He ran into the wall of weapons and roared. He howled as he broke their ranks, one against many. He spashed their bodies and ripped off their limbs. The Admiral watched unable to looks away from the slaughter that one human was creating, mystified then horrified as a thought crept slowly then broke into his mind.

Humanity. Held. Back.

With that though he remembered all he had seen humanity do he remembered the sharp cutting eyes of man as they recovered from an atrocity some stupid fool had wrought on them. He remembered them marching all those races into near extinction like the monsterous predators they are.

He remembered them picking said race up from the brink of extinction and rebuilding their world with them. Humanity then was acting civilized they extended mercy and forgiveness even when an ultimatum had landed and cause d disaster against them, still they forgave.

Ta'kan watched on as a human broken by the only fate worse than death to a human screamed. His voice became raw and ugly, cracked with rage and the immensity of his wrath.

His bare fists pound down on them, over and over, shaking the camera and the chamber with the force of their impact. The galaxy watches as rounds are fired into him shearing of chunks of flesh as he continues. Humanity had now shown the darkness that they were fully capable of as one man fought with tooth, nail, and raw wrath against an army.

And that army fell, and shuddered, and squawked, beneath something that was to animalistic to be called human by any who dared say they knew what humans were capable of.

It took one Qit'arl 3 hours to do what 1 human did, in more brutal fashion, barely 20 earth minutes.

The being stood with holes through it's body and injuries beyond saving upon a pile of dead, mangled bodies. The eyes once full of controlled rage and endless despair now shone only with brutal fiery wrath. The man opened the door and more death was heard out of view before eventually 30 earth minutes later the view switched to the bridge of the ship the man holding the controls and everything caked in Gore of the bodies fallen around him.

He smiled at the camera as he was now caked and covered in entrails and blood that mixed with his. His raw voice managed one last phrase before shutting the video. One that stuck with any being that watched this vidcall in the millennia that followed after the war. After one man defeated an entire enemy ship and rammed it into the very home world of the enemy that stole the lives of his friends and transmitted the coordinates of the homeworld he had then rammed into.

"Humans aren't so fragile."