Chapter twenty three

They also have a very strange sense of duty. They will routinely go out of their way to help another sapient, or even a pet, just because “it was the right thing to do”. -extract from “Terran psychology: A look inside the mind of a human”

“What do you mean, we have no information on them? What has the intelligence department been doing, sitting back and relaxing? Get me the head of the department on the phone!” Selene irritably demanded from her aide. The aide nervously complied.

“Hello? What do you mean, we don’t know anything about them? I need info!”

“Sorry, but we really know nothing. Every single one of our agents has been captured and delivered back to us with no recollection of what happened. Just the week before I found one of my agents naked, bound, and gagged sitting on my desk! All the intelligence agencies of the other races report the same things happening to them.”

“So we have this new race, with tech way beyond our own, with completely unknown capabilities, and no info on them whatsoever?”

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“I’m afraid so, mam.”

“Okay then. Keep trying to get info but stop sending agents into their bases. Try and gather more information from their public. Dismissed.”

Selene sighed as she put down the phone. These “terrans” were driving her crazy! They had popped up out of the Dead Zone one day, with more secrets than the rest of them had put together.

Their weapons were completely crazy, from the few times they had been seen used in. Their weapons all fired what looked to be metal rounds covered with a layer of plasma. How they did that was beyond her. The best the Union had were plasma shotguns, which shot out sprays of plasma packets that dissipated seconds after leaving the barrel.

Their plasma seemed to stick to the rounds basically forever. One of their sniper rounds had gone for miles, and the impact crater still showed plasma scars. Their weapons themselves were also insanely powerful. Their standard-issue rifles could punch through starship-grade alloys a meter thick, while one of their sniper rifles had been seen bringing down a shuttle by going through the hull, both engines, a few bulkheads, the pilot, and then out the other end.

Worst of all were their shields. Their personal shields were very powerful, and an extreme hassle to deal with. It would take a heavy bolt cannon less time to destroy a tank than the shields of a human soldier, while their armour could hold up for another second or two. Whereas it would take hundreds of soldiers and armoured support for the Union to destroy a heavy bolt cannon, a mere squad of terrans could do the same with ease, not to mention their special forces.

All in all, it would be extremely difficult for the Union to defeat the humans, even if it used all its resources, which would never happen. It would be best for the Union to leave humanity alone unless something very major happened.

Selene sighed again. This new race was full of mysteries, and full of even more headaches for her.