Primitive.
-Last words of a fuck ton of races that underestimate humanity. They were taught by ‘have rock’ and ‘fuck your evolutionary pinnacle of a body, let’s see how pinnacle you are after meeting this bullet’.
POV: Charmand.
After the ghost of genocide last was gone, it was time for present. (I’m ain’t saying anything modern modern yknow?)
”I am the ghost of genocide present, and here I am to show you true visions of recent and current genocide.”(No 2000’s onwards Earth genocide for political reasons.) the specter howled, “This world. Current, the orcish genocide. Genocide is killing of a people based on their culture, heritage, religion, or similar ideals. What your people are doing to the orcs is nothing short of genocide. Sure, a few orc raiders may have attacked your outskirts villages, but they weren’t in full support of their people. There is a saying, that a society can be judged by how they treat their weakest members. And your people genocide those too, via ‘culling’ disgusts me.”
”The orcs are, believe it not, or were a largely peaceful people. But you elves, in all your arrogance kept pushing, taking more and more land, expecting them to lay down and wait for death. The majority did, actually, until you lot began wholesale slaughtering women, children, the elderly. Truly despicable acts. The way you try to frame the orcs makes it even worse, victimizing yourself as you burn orcish families as if they were animals over an open spit. You elves are mostly the same, as a matter of fact. Either too prideful to take any kind of challenge, or some master race bullshit. Sure, the rest of the world mostly hate your guts, but the governments put on a nice face to not hear your yapping. Ever wonder how the orcs get so many weapons without forges? That’s right. The other races supply them with aid because they actually have this thing called ‘morals.’”
The ghost sighed.
“War. It never changes. Sure the faces, cause, weapons and numbers change, but in the end it all boils down to 3 primary reasons. Greed, hatred, and both. You could argue another, a war to distract citizens from an economy and country that may as well be made out of cardboard. If it were that durable. Greed is a simple one. More this, more that, being land, wealth or power. Simple enough, right? Hatred, however is harder to explain.”
The incorporeal being took a deep breath with non existent lungs, “Hatred is a very simple concept at first, or so it seems. It’s not just like hate at first sight, it runs deeper. One example is an old rivalry dating back a few hundred years, but mostly gone as of this moment. The hatred between England and France. The two hated each other because of multiple wars, slaughters, breaches on antique honor codes and much more. True hate is generational, not the amateurish ‘hate’ and ‘total war’ spouted by dumbasses every few decades. Total war as a concept is extremely flawed, for 5 reasons. One, a high percentage of a population may support war, but there will always be objectors to the war, to the regime. Two, if a person sleeps, is that a ‘snooze for victory’ or if someone has a piss ‘a yellow river for victory?’ No. That’s the answer. Third, a large amount of people the majority of the time may work, but the thing is, humans have needs, and working people to death is not a thing you want to do to your own people.”
The old poltergeist shut its non existent eyes for a while.
“Not that there weren’t countries like that. 4th, aside from the objectors, there are some too young or old to work, or the disabled. For example, you can’t expect a newborn to take up a hammer and start building a house, just as much you can’t expect the elderly to do physical work of any kind. Fifth, morale is a major factor. Living being are not robots, and if they are treated like shit, they will rebel and protest. Propaganda is a very powerful tool to use during war. ‘The first 2 casualties of war are the innocent and the truth.’ This couldn’t be more true, as genocide targets everyone, wholesale massacring entire populations, for stupid reasons. That’s enough for today, elf. Rest up a bit, and I’ll continue tomorrow, digest my words.”
As I watched the ghost disappear I contemplated the words. My people portrayed the orcs as roasting babies over a fire (WW1 propaganda), savages, brutes who only exit to kill, and hearing what could be the truth was enlightening. Knowing my people are slaughtering those that dare defend their homes and families is very… dickish to say the least, us elves wouldn’t like it if an orc showed up to our house door and said ‘hey knife ear, this house belongs to the orc people now, fuck off or die’ at spell point was probably what we did do to a lot of orcs, chasing and murdering those that resisted being chased off from their ancestral home was something that happen often in our war of genocide. Fireballing hospitals, assassinating doctors, blocking food. The more I think of it the sicker I felt, and it wasn’t going away. This is going to be a long day.
Might as well see if anything changed with my status.
Status…
Race: light elves. (Deceased, current form, elven spectre.)
Name: Charmand Winters.
Class: Elven shadow stalker. (Class invalid, as dead. As long as you are dead, the class ‘ghost’ has been mandatorily equipped.)
Level: 41
Evolutions: 2
Traits: 5/12
(Eleven heritage: Gain an affinity for ranged and magic based attacks. 50 percent more damage dealt and 50 percent damage less taken from these two, however, deal 50 percent less damage with melee and take 200 percent more damage from it.
Magic junkie: if you do not have at least one magic based skill, you will start losing 5 percent maximum health per day until you have one. Having any more than that and you will make debuffs 50 percent less potent and buffs 200 percent more potent.
Children of the forest: You can speak to nature based lifeforms, be it trees or wolves. These are not hostile to you, rather quite friendly. Nature based attacks refuse to damage you, but fire based attacks do 400 percent more damage.) Cancelled until return to life, replaced by:
Ethereal: Since you’re a ghost, no physical damage can effect you, only magic can effect you. After all, an arrow can’t hit something that ain’t there. Negate all physical damage. Double magic damage taken, effected by skills, traits and artifacts, as well as debuffs and buffs.
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Incorpreal: As you’re a fucking ghost, gain the ability to phase through any solid object not coated with rust. When you will it, become invisible to all non-magical ways of observation.
Everyone pays their debt: you are able to punish people who break contracts by sapping one percent of their strength per day. This stops when they fulfill said contract. This also works in reverse, even if people do not have said trait.
Creature of the night. You are weakened when the sun is up, having a 33 percent universal debuff, can be negated by going to a dark place, but have a 50 percent universal buff at night. Can be negated by light.
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Skills 8/8
(B tier) Stalker: when unnoticed by your mark, everything short from talking can not be heard by them.
(C tier) Ambush: deal quadruple damage to unaware enemies.
(S tier) Back from the dead: return from the dead if killed with one hp. One week cooldown. Respawn at pre determined point.
(D tier) Critical hit: active ability, deals double damage to target if hit. Cooldown: 15 minutes.
(No tier, mandatory for elves.) Eye of the forest: see through the eyes of nearby nature based animals, in a one km radius.
(B tier) Translation: use 1000 mp to make a permanent translation spell in a 10 metre radius. A must have for diplomats and interrogations.
(E tier) Imbuement: turn one of your attacks into a certain element, basic ones only. (Earth, fire, water, ice and lighting.)
((No tier, mandatory for elves.) Life sense: senses living organisms within a 100 metre radius for living beings that are not camouflaged.) Replaced by:
I am a creature off the night!: Double all positive effects at night, while h doubling all negative effects at day. If activated, can not be turned off for a period of 72 standard hours.
POV: Alpha.
It was time. The people of this planet were no longer fun to genocide, the races way too familiar to enjoy. It was time to move on to more populated pastures, and make them less populated. Besides, grass looks better red! Or whatever these calimari looking alien fuckers may have for blood.
”Hey system, I’m ready, send me a shuttle!” I broadcasted to the system A.I in L3 form, ready to into space. It was now or never, and now sounded much more appealing than never, as I took a deep not-breath, I saw a streak of red and yellow come from space.
One step for me, one great leap for robot kind, I thought, misquoting the famous phrase. If only my parents could see me now, they’d surely be proud of me!
”Alpha, shuttle ETA is 1 minute 30 seconds, prepare yourself for the retro thruster radiation, plasma powered rockets aren’t much better than fusion torches… System out.” System called out.
”Affirmative, will be waiting.”
A second for an A.I feels like a day, while a day feels like a second. This couldn’t be more true, as I felt mind numbing boredom for the first time in my life, as I am not actively seeking or killing anyone. Boredom really does get the best of us, after what felt like an eternity, I could finally see the shuttle with my naked camera in all of its glory. Chemical rockets would be cooler though. Eh, sci-fi bullshit I guess.
The plasma thrummed into the ground, accidentally glassing the portions of ground they were over, what much looked like if a pelican from halo and a giant tungsten cube fucked, with a spirit drop-ship being the un-official 3rd donar, was whatever the fuck the monstrosity of a dropship was. Not like I had much experience on dropships, but this ugly ass thing looked like a fifth generation inbred of a thing. No elegance is fine, but the thing just has the bare minimum possible coated with a metric fuck ton of tungsten, and what absolutely disgusted me wer the lack of weapons. Any good arms manufacturer knows that you have to put as many guns in the smallest place possible while still having room for organic to breathe in. Time to teach aliens that the best policy is overwhelming might in the form of weapons and people to wield them.
It’s War crime Wednesday and I’m all out of fucks to give.
(Cue doom music)
Pov: Ult’oops. (The alien guy)
Yet another day.
Slaving away, have no pay.
Execs have no shame.
There! A haiku about my life. Depressing, yes. True, yes. Having to work as near slavery conditions due to unfair amounts of debt, as well as a corrupt xenospecies leading it all that I can’t hope to topple it. At least I’m out of the shelters, putting me another few days wage in debt did not sit well with my wife. She’s pregnant and expecting, and I would be dead if I were a soldier. Thank Zork I’m not.
”Hey! Oops! How are ya doing mate? Having a g’day?” One of my friends, if you could call it that, exclaimed as he came running up to me, by the name of Brixton. (Space Aussies?)
”What do you think? I’m sorry if i seem a little pissed but today they still haven’t paid us! I’ve got a hungry wife at home yknow?” I sighed, before continuing, “Don’t worry about it though, don’t let it gettcha, ya hear me? So how’s life for you?”
“Normally I’d say a preggers lady is a recipe for disaster, butcha never know, life’s been as always. Working hard just to make ends exist. Not even meet anymore, just exist. The workers get power while the rich get richer simply by lazing around, snorting whatever the new narco product is. I would say rebel, but with that, and to who? We can’t even afford anything beyond crayons and glue (yes, a marine joke. But we’ve all ate crayons before.) let alone anything that can kill anyone!” Brixton teetered on the edge of hollering. Unjust yes, but what we could do about it was another thing entirely.
”It’s always been like this, it always will. Just as much as how energy weapons are better than projectile ones, (this, dear readers, is what we call ‘foreshadowing’) we always have been slaves, always will be, unless some kind of hero comes and saves us all from this shitty life, but a man can hope, no?” I replied, having heard this a million times before. “Just accept it, turn off your brain.”
Brix sighed, before whispering, “Come here at this location tonight, it says on the card where and when, and why. We never had this conversation.”
”What conversation?” I asked.
”The one about oppression? You can’t have forgotten already?”
Sometimes I wonder if Brix was the reason shampoo has instructions, and toilets have a sign that say ‘not drinking water’.
“Dumbass, you said we never had this conversation so I obliged!” I teetered on the edge of shouting.
After looking at me for a few more seconds, he left. Some cloak and dagger bullshit, I thought. At least before I read the card. The abandoned warehouse midnight? Are they trying to murder me? Before the reason came up. ‘Rogue AI needs help to topple the federation government.’
Fuck it, we ball.
POV: System. (If you came here for lit rpg, don’t worry! We still have 2 POV characters on üňæměð planet. And Alpha’s still going to genocide and litrpg his way through aliens now.)
After Alpha got onto the frigate that I had so helpfully moved myself to, there was only one thing left to do. Blast off towards the nearest inhabited planet, and link Alpha up to the mainframe- that way, if he died, he could come back in a copy of his body, and the latest data scan on him, making him functionally immortal. Funny how Alpha has a gender, and managed to convince me to take one. Knowing biologicals have cross gender relationships to reproduce, I decided I would go the female way, hopefully increasing Alpha’s efficiency. Same gender relationships do exist, but cannot biologically procreate without technological help, (Will i write romance between AI? Maybe in an interlude. Smut? No. How can there even be AI smut?) so I decided my ‘gender’.
The Apollo centauri arm ain’t ready for what’s coming.
Arc one complete.