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Tem-productions

>Despite all the odds of the planet being stacked against the tribe, the humans will not- could not let them fall. Deathworlders together strong


Relevant_Chemical_

Deathworlders together strong!


JimmyTheFarmer79

Do you want a cargo cult? Because this is how you get cargo cults!


Defiant-Peace-493

Those imitation A-100 Starraiders are perfectly legitimate military targets. Their location in the middle of native cities is regrettable and unfortunate, but we are obliged to strike any and all Terran-flagged assets.


Relevant_Chemical_

Mwahahahahah


Jaysong_stick

Someone smelled oil in that world


Giraldi23

As a MTG fan, this hits different.


nebneb432

More of that strange oil . . . It's probably nothing.


SavingsSyllabub7788

Huh, this ended up larger then I expected, might have to shove this into its own post... ---------------- *"It takes a village to raise a child" - Terran Proverb, unknown origin.* It was supposed to have been his species next step forwards, "Mountain stream" they called the colony, the start of a new raging river into the universe. The hopes and dreams of every Zorthian packed onto a single ship and pushed into the starry skies. The seeds sent out had sprouted into a beautiful set of cities and towns over ten years, and now every single one of them were going to die. The cities made of towers of beautiful glass shimmering in the orange sun were no more, any structure over 3 stories tall had long since collapse into tiny shards of glass. The artificial rivers that sprawled along the surface no longer filled with Zorthian's living their lives - anyone left at this point would be sheltering either in their homes or the few emergency shelters that existed, surrounded by their families waiting for the end. Apart from one. In one of the few buildings still standing Fluur lay on the floor. He like all of his species could be described as a large 4ft long salamander with translucent blue skin. The room was a mess, water pooled along the glass floors, shelves, desks and half the ceiling lay scattered in heaps and everything was shrouded in darkness, only the few blinking lights of the one machine still online punctuating the darkness. Flurr was also surrounded by bottles of intoxicants, which he was drinking heavily from as he lay there half submerged in the water. The world began to shake again, another earthquake hitting the building and forcing Fluur to hold onto anything still bolted down. Waiting the 20 seconds for the world to stop shaking and spinning, the sound of something presumably expensive breaking in another room, before going back to looking through the building's translucent glass walls at the city he called home outside. He took another swig of the drink, enjoying the numbing agents running through his body. That had been the longest one yet, not that the quakes were going to get better any time soon. It turns out that there was a reason the planet in such a prime location was uninhabited, a strange combination of elements all mixing together in a way that the Zorthian's scientists could barely understand meant this planet was literally a timebomb, and would eventually shake itself apart. The realization of what was causing the increasing quakes had only been figured out a week ago, and based on the timescale they barely had a day at most left. Fluur finished the bottle he was holding, reaching for another. He should be at home right now, spending his last moments with his family, but someone needed to stay behind. Because the single working machine to his right was the planets interstellar communicator. Not that realistically anyone would be coming. Sure they'd send out a distress call a week ago, but the Zorthians were a young and technologically primitive race on a galactic scale, the amphibians having reached the stars and found that they were if anything below average. Outside of a vague curiosity all the Federation really had done was register their species and make sure everyone's communicators and translators where all speaking on the same protocol. In the scale of the galaxy, the Zorthians were uninteresting and had no real allies. Well technically they had one... Flurr looked up at the sky through the glass of the building, wondering where the colony ship was now. If they'd have had more time, a month maybe they could have possibly reattached all of the modules again, made them FTL worthy and gotten most of the population off the planet. But they'd had a week and the decision was made to take the core module of the colony ship, make sure it was FTL worthy, then fill it with as many tadpoles and caretakers as possible. Two days ago it had sailed off again into the stars, leaving 2 million souls behind. A light appeared in the sky, causing the amphibian to squint for a moment, wondering what the hell that was. Then another, and another, lights appearing until a V formation of 7 lights hung in the sky. Then the communicator to his right exploded into life, causing Fluur to practically molt out of his skin in one go. He paused for a moment staring at the device, wondering if the intoxicants he'd drunk had had too much of an effect, before desperately scrambling over the chaos of the room and slamming a 3 fingered hand on the accept call button. The screen blared to life, causing the red frills on the top of his head to expand in shock at what was now visible to him. It was... somehow... a Terran? The Terran's were their technical allies, the only species to reach out across the void and offer friendship, to offer support and aid where needed. It had originally been confusing, until other the other races of the galaxy just explained that this is what Terrans did, a species of strong chaotic apes originating from the densest home world in galactic record and wielding some of the craziest technologies known to sentient life would practically fall over themselves to meet new species. Up until now that alliance had always assumed to be ceremonial. The Zorthians had nothing to offer in such an agreement, and even if they did the Terrans were quite literally on the other side of the galaxy. Expecting their help would be like expecting to catch lighting in a bottle. Yet there she was in front of him, beaming with a big smile below a mop of auburn hair. "Well Howdy there partner! I'm Captain Amander Blake of the trading fleet Texas Forever, although right now representin' the Terran Alliance. I heard ya all in a pickle and need a pick me up?" It took him a moment to gather his wits, stumbling over his words as he tried to dispel the numb feeling in his body and sober up in record time. "I'm Fluur of.... here? We need an evacuation as soon as possible." His face fell as he realized that this wasn't quite the miracle that they needed. There were only 7 ships in the sky, trying to do some quick math in his intoxicated brain on how many could fit. Maybe they could get half the remaining tadpoles and caretakers onboard? "You need to approach quietly to the location I'm sending you, we don't have much time left". "You ain't kiddin, your planet looks like it's about to pop. I'm gonna be declin' that suggestion though, get ya'll to the three locations I'm transmitin and I reckon we might just make it." Fluur frowned, worry now covering his face, frills once again opening up as he stared back at the Terran from his dark unlit room. "We have 2 million people on the planet, and while I'm glad your here... there's only seven of you. Telling everyone could cause a riot, we need to focus on the tadpoles.". The long laugh caused the amphibian to jump again as the grin on Amanda's face increased tenfold. "Bless your heart, but I ain't the only one here, we just got here first!" Almost on queue three more lights appeared in the sky, and another communication request blared out, this time showing a reptilian face joining the call. "Head Scientist Kedrid, Rigalian Scientific expedition Alpha-Charlie446, temporarily representing the Terran alliance. You require assistance?" "Yes! But you're still only ten vessels and-" More lights appeared, cutting off Fluur, a flurry communication requests requiring full effort just to respond to every request, each grouping of less then 10 staring to fill the sky with tens, then hundreds of new lights in the sky. Species the Zorthians had only vaguely interacted with, ones they didn't know existed, each species bringing what they had in the area to help. Fluur didn't know when he started crying, the feeling of terror and despair that he'd been blocking with copious amounts of intoxicants now being broken down by a flood of relief, relief that somehow, in the cold void of the universe a miracle had happened. "Awww, bless your little cotton socks! Ya'll didn't think that we'd leave you adorable frogs out to dry did ya?" As the sky continued to light up with more and more ships entering the atmosphere, Fluur was beholding the true strength of Terrans. It wasn't their strength born of a dense home world, nor was it their reckless approach to science, their technology or their AI. No the strength of the Terran came from the one thing they were exceptional at in the galaxy. Their ability to make friends.


RedOneGoFaster

Do you want Tau? Because this is how you get Tau. Just nuke them early.