Everyone knows about the Humans.
The first into space because, too reckless and impatient to wait until they had the science perfected, they threw people and resources into their atmosphere repeatedly until they had enough data to refine their systems and create a working space travel system that allowed them to leave their planet alive, frightening beings that thrive on violence and fight each other for fun and heal stronger and more dangerous every time they are injured if they don’t die of their injury.
They made first contact while other worlds were still struggling with getting out of their planet’s atmosphere without liquefying in the process. And, by some miracle, this species of violence had “contact protocols”, by which their first words to all other intelligent life was “we come in peace”. Qur’th’nol wasn’t there on the fateful day, but xe didn’t mind. Xe has seen holovids of the events, with the looming ships touching down slowly in the middle of a thankfully barren rock clearing, stopped from a deadly descent only by crude, yet precise firings of the combustion-based propulsion systems so the force of landing didn’t splatter their small and squishy bodies inside their own ship. The humans themselves, small, in suits with special atmosphere for them to breathe inside brought from their home planet.
And the Alpha of the group- what humans called the “Captain”, their Leader- taking off the helmet to call in formal, stilted Aglarian, “We wish to help. Where is the disaster?”
The recent tremors in the planet’s surface, caused by an erratic wobble in the planet’s orbit, had brought down buildings, buried people, and left rubble and trauma behind. Once they were shown where the remaining rubble and mess was, the Humans performed feats of strength the Aglars did not know were possible! They had wondrous tools that they could use to lift enormous sections of rubble off trapped people that had been written off as lost, dug with strength and persistence long after any Aglar would have been forced to stop and regrow their hands after breaking them off, and only after getting out all the bodies and all the living did they stop. They worked for almost sixteen lunar cycles without stopping!
Even then, after a mere five cycles resting and allowing their tools to recharge on their ship, the Human team returned, and with the Aglar’s help cleared the remaining rubble, even helpfully depositing it right to the material re-use bins to be returned to it’s base minerals and liquids so they could use it to build the new buildings. Qur’th’nol xerself had the honor of receiving the Sacred Blueprints, that outlined how to build structures that could withstand further tremors, even ones of such high magnitude any Aglar in the area would have turned to shattered shards and have to reform from their base components!
And when it was all cleared up, the new building underway, the Captain had given “contact information” to the Alpha of Qur’th’nol’s societal grouping with a formal request to be sent cultural information and ‘updates’ in case of any further disaster.
Since then, Humans had become a common sight in the three galaxies closest to their home planet. Those who challenged them quickly learned their folly, and submission was achieved quickly; the Humans laid fierce claim to those who had fought them, possessing them if not their planets for daring to aggress against them in the first place, but other than placing humans on these ‘colonies’ seemed uninterested in abusing their victories over these planets, instead opening trade. The rest of the galaxies learned from these examples.
Even now, if a trading ship finds itself out of fuel in dead space, they use the human ‘contact information’ to request aid; if an exploratory group on a dangerous planet needs to leave in such a hurry they are left short of supplies, they call the humans; if another planet is threatening war, you want to call for a Human negotiator if you’re on good enough terms with Terra, their home planet.
Everybody knows about the Humans.
They’re guardians: they will defend you unto death, and their comrades will fight on to protect you, but oh, all who stand against them will be razed to ashes and iron dust.
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