The classroom on Illinitria was a large circular room with small tables all around; at each table sat a child and an adult.

"Welcome, everyone. And thank you to all our guests for coming to our fourth-grade class's parents' day." The female Guanit said, and all the children cheered. "So let's get started."

One by one, the children would get up and introduce their parent, or parents, and then the parents would explain what they did for a living. Finally, it was the turn of the single human girl in the class; she stood and walked with an older-looking human man to the front of the class. 

"This is my grandpa; he raises me, his name is Fredric Galnix, but I call him Papa." The little girl said.

"Very good, Jannet." The teacher said, then asked Fredric, "Mr. Galnix, what do you do?"

"Well, I am not as interesting as all these other folks, I am retired, and my only job is raising this little girl," Fredric said. "Prior to..."

Fredric was interrupted by an alarm, followed by a message that the colony was under attack. For the galaxy, the colony on Illinitria was a new thing. It was a planet owned equally by all races, and as such, the colony there was open to any to live there; it focused on cultural exchange and development. Due to the peaceful nature of the colony, it ended up being a place where many would come to live a quiet life.

There were, of course, groups of radicals that did not like this idea. Nothing could be worse for these radical members of their race and other races living in harmony and sharing culture. Almost immediately, the sound of pulse rifles could be heard coming down the hall. Fredric picked up Jannet and walked to the teacher. "Ma'am, would you mind looking after Jannet for a bit?"

In a daze, the teacher nodded as other parents huddled into corners. Fredric smiled and thanked her, then kissed Jannet on the forehead. "You listen to your teacher; Papa will return shortly." Jannet nodded and hugged his leg when he set her down, then stepped over to take the teacher's hand. 

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"Don't worry, folks; I'm just going to go talk with them," Fredric said, walking to the door and stepping out, closing the door behind him.

Standing in the hall were six Vendriq, a species that looked as close to goblins as anything most humans had ever seen. "Hello, gentlemen," Fredric said, stepping forward and rolling his shoulders, his neck popping. "I think you have the wrong address, as this is my granddaughter's school, not a war zone."

"Human, this place represents everything that has made the Vendriq weak; we will purge it from the galaxy. Starting with you." One of the Vendriq said, raising his pulse rifle and firing a shot at Fredric. The sound of the rifle firing was heard, and the beam of light left the weapon and struck Fredric, who didn't even flinch.

"Fun fact about humans, you see, the star around the world that we originated from emits an insane amount of radiation. Much of it is more lethal than the radiation you just fired at me." Fredric was still stretching. "Yeah, it turns out that our skin is naturally impervious to pulse-rife fire. So I will ask you nicely, please leave, and don't come back."

"Qev'Lo, Nok Rem!" The Vendriq who had fired said, reverting to his native language rather than the Common used between races. All the Vendriq dropped their rifles and pulled forth Vibro-blades that vibrated at a high enough frequency to allow them to cut steel.

"Very well, have it your way then," Fredric said and moved. 

Before any of the Vendriq could move, Fredric was standing amongst them, snatching the Vibro blade from the one who had shot him and making quick work of the five still holding their blades; three ended up without their heads, one was cut cleanly in half at the waist, and the fifth lost both arms and a leg.

The final Vendriq fell back, trying to push himself away from the specter of death that had appeared before him. "What are you?" The Vendriq asked in Common, fear quivering through its voice.

"The Legion of the Damned says hello," Fredric said, his voice carrying an icy tone. 

The Vendriq's eyes widened as it recognized the name of the human force that had decimated the Vendriq homeworld, a single legion of a thousand humans that had killed millions of Vendriq after the Vendriq had blown up a peaceful research station holding a thousand humans. Fredric saw the recognition of the name in the Vendriq's eyes and then thrust the blade through the skull of the alien cowering before him.

Fredric took a moment then, closing his eyes. Letting go once more of the rage he felt. Rage at the Vendriq for killing his daughter and her husband at their research station. Rage at the Vendriq for leaving his granddaughter without her parents. Rage, unlike anything that the other races of the galaxy could understand. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He checked himself over, seeing some orange blood on his shirt, but other than that, he was a little the worse for wear.

Fredric walked back into the classroom where his granddaughter waited. When he entered, the parents, children, and teacher were all staring at him. Fredric could see that the teacher had pulled up the camera feed used for monitoring the halls, and they had seen the whole thing. Jannet ran up to him, and he scooped her up, holding her close, as she hugged him.

"Who... Who are you?" The teacher asked.

"Fredric Galnix, retired commander of the Legion of the Damned and former member of the United Earth combat special forces," Fredric said and turned, walking from the stunned silence of the room, taking his granddaughter, his reason for living, to get some ice cream.