I have traveled through the alliance to find stories of the liberators. The unparalleled weavers. The humans. Ever since their home world was colonized, they have become the talk of the alliance. More so after they forced the Ul’nigic off of their world. Then the declaration of war in the alliance’s Grand Hall of Governance on the Swe’hen home world of Boldais. However, tracking the humans down has been difficult. Their home solar system no longer shows on any star map. Nor does it appear when you physically approach where it was last seen.
I have gathered stories from freed species on hundreds of worlds, including mine. They are whispered about in awe and fear. Becoming the very thing they manifest, legends. I will start this documentary writing with my tale.
As a note to any who dare to read this, if it is found in your possession by the Ul’nigic, you will be killed. I write this to bring hope to those who are hopeless. To live by the immortal words of the Goddess of Death, liberation, and rebirth, Laila of Earth; “To all who suffer under the rule of the Ul’nigic, rise. Raise your limbs and voices. Sing and have hope. We will soon be there. We will liberate you.”
Let’s start with when the humans came into the alliance’s collective mind. The testimony of Fleet Chief Captain Tkchik’ Oot Noye Skth Lopin and the resulting incident.
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“The Divine Alliance meeting on 1236.59.2678 is now in session.” The Ul’nigic Minister says. It takes several minutes for the murmuring to die down. The ever patient Prime Minister takes the time to clean their antenna. A nervous tick that only invites more soft murmurs across the hall.
The Prime Minister calls out once more, “Order, Order, Order. By the call of the gathered will.” The hall falls into silence. “We are here today to hear testimony on Incident UL2563:4289:25682:12024 regarding case SS12659-3-Homosapien. That occurred on the central date of 1236.36.1892. Civil Fleet Chief Captain Tkchik’ Oot Noye Skth Lopin, please advised the gathered on what has happened.”
A quadrupedal creature covered in fur and scales stands up. It uses its dorsal and ventral limbs to make a circular salute. It approaches a illuminated circle at the center of the hall. It steps in and winces as metallic cables lift from the floor and connect to various points along its body. Forcing the captain to relive the incident. The raspy, multi-layered voice of Captain Lopin echoes throughout the hall as a hologram fills the space.
“I was sent to investigate a planet covered mostly in, and comprising, dihydrogen monoxide. It had produced carbon based life forms of untold variety. However, we were there to investigate a species that had broken the quantum barrier, Homosapien, or, as the natives called it, Humans. They were on the cusp of entering the quantum stage. As per tradition and divine right, I was sent to domesticate and civilize these savages. To make sure they integrated into the Alliance per its divine tenets.”
“When my fleet arrived in the orbit of their planet. We noticed a disturbing lack of planetary defenses and orbital stations. We only found three primitive stations. They could not produce artificial gravity or replicate matter. It had confused our exobiologist and anthropologists. The representative of the Bureau of Native Integration and Assimilation, BNIA, Nol’ic of Veyok, was very confused and concerned. She believed we did not have enough agents and officers to bring these hairless prime apes up to code for subjects of the Alliance.”
“I recited the first Ul’nigic tenet: learn, act, see, and live like the Ul’nigic. ‘You are a perfect example of what savages can become. You have risen above the falsehoods of your primitive mind. Rising to enlightenment through our teachings and guidance. I hope these humans will realize and rise to the occasion.’”
“She bowed deeply to the floor. ‘You honor me with such kind words.’ I waved her off in acceptance. I ordered the fleet to encompass this tiny planet and monitor the primitive, guttural languages they used. In order to find the most compatible language that we could stoop to use.”
“Our ascension officers of the BNIA found one in a government city state of Ba’zil. I did not commit the unclean language name to memory. It was the closest to our divine tongue. So that other less evolved species could learn it without undoing BNIA’s work. I had the fleet follow procedure and stayed in orbit for three solar periods. Sending one-way communications expressing our intent and desire to help. We did not interfere with the primitive world’s so-called civilizations. We merely returned the ones that were in orbit to the planet and gently dissuaded the inhabitants from sending any more of their kind to space.”
“It was a long three solar periods as their rotations are 235 planetary periods more than ours. However, we did not waste that time. We found out that the Humans had 195 distinct tribes comprising over 3800 cultures. The BNIA worked tirelessly to tailor the education program for each tribe and culture. We downloaded and studied their history, culture, and depths of their information networks. We studied their primitive militaries and their tactics. We watched as the fought over resources and alliances were made and broken. They scrambled to build a defense against us. We allowed them to send probes to get scans. To show our superiority. They did their best to build bunkers and civilian safe houses. Their media changed as we naturally became front and center of their minds. As it should be.”
“When the time came to civilize this savage species, we thought ourselves prepared. Our officers ran drills to re-hone their skills with the Weaver Quantum Nanites version 204.9 system. BNIA prepared primitive plant cellulose based education materials. They had readied the drop ships for re-education centers and camps. We were at the peak of readiness for C-Day.”
“My fleet performed their duties with efficiency and professionalism. I recommend that all members of my fleet receive medals for valor, effectiveness, and duties becoming of Ul’nigic. I recommend all enlighten crew members for full citizenship. Letters of commendation to be filed for their respective species.”
The captain pauses for a moment as the memory dive beeps and whirls. “Then the moment came. We launched operation SS12659-3-Homosapien. Our ships descended to their assigned landing zones. Wading through primitive kinetic, plasma, electro-magnetic, and thermal nuclear weapons. We had to deploy radiation scrubbers because those savages did not know the damage they were doing to their home.”
“After we landed and established our cities, we began the education and ascension protocols. We neutralized their warrior classes and tribes within six planetary periods. However, not without heavy losses to our enlightened and mechanized ranks. The savages fought with a bravery that would make any Ul’nigic proud. Their every changing tactics and styles of warfare kept us on our toes. But ultimately they could not prevail against the Divine Alliance military, nor the superiority of the Ul’nigic way.”
The hall erupts in cheers. The patriotic spirit fills every being in attendance. The Prime Minister allows everyone their moment of joy. The captain stands quietly. Members notice the somber look on the captain’s face. They quiet down. Cheers give way to small conversations, to murmurs, to silence. The captain waits uncomfortably long before continuing.
“We killed all their storytellers, cultural content creators, authors, and songwriters. Anyone who can visualize the world’s connections and shape them. Per the second tenet of Ul’nigic. ‘Only the Ul’nigic are true weavers of the universe. All other only contaminate the weave.’ This was the first mistake. The second was assuming that the warrior caste was limited to their military.”
“After we established our rule on the planet. We removed all juveniles from their parents and brought them to the education centers as per procedure. Any resistance was deemed as inferior traits and was eliminated from the populace. We began the long-term domestication procedures. As we have done on all enlightened worlds. We assumed it would be easy as humans have done it with lesser fauna before. We assumed they would welcome being domesticated by the Ul’nigic. This was our third mistake.”
“Resistance cells cropped up in futile attempts to defeat our superior forces. Every male and female of the species fought our forces at every turn. Day or night. Hot or cold. Nothing stopped their attacks. We had to change our guard rotations to accommodate the persistent attacks on our cities and education centers. We thought we had prevailed when the attacks slowed down. We assumed we had broken the spirit of the species. Making them prime for subjugation. We were wrong. They had changed their tacts again.”
“The weaver was more in-tune with their young. Our tests were not designed to detect such high levels of looming. The adolescents allowed us to bring them in and teach them. They did their best to fit in and serve us. We could not believe their progress within the education system. No doubt thanks to the rigorous education system that the humans had employed throughout their world. We were complacent. Assured of our superiority. The adolescents were prepared to give us anything we wanted. Their minds and their bodies for us to do with as we wished. But not their spirits. They took abuse after abuse. They fulfilled every request, just like their precious canines. Lulling us into a false sense of security. They even killed their own to win favor.”
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“Unknowingly, the humans hacked our databases during those three solar rotations and discovered our plans. They had trained their children and adolescents to forgo their own futures and paths to become sleeper agents, spies, and soldiers. These children gave up everything to defeat us. I cannot express the awe I have for their dedication. They spent the first five solar periods being the most obedient savage race we had ever ‘enlightened’. They took over positions of other races. Becoming assistants, guards, personal companions, concubines, anything we asked of them. Never betraying their true intentions.”
The captain shutters as the memory dive whirls again. Forcing the Lopin’s mind to move forward in time. “Then it began. It was slow at first. A warehouse of Weaver QN-204.9 disappeared, then another and another. They masked their absence with hit-and-run tactics and computer warfare. They spaced out and timed it with natural disasters and large storms. It was always portrayed as the planet’s weaver’s desire. Their adolescents, now young adults, would reassure our various leaders that it was common to have large storms sweep away coastal cities and villages.”
“This caused us to move our settlements to the interior of the larger land masses. Away from the oceans and off the small islands. This played right into the human’s plans. When the tenth solar period dawned, the humans were ready. They had reverse engineered our technology. Disseminating it throughout their resistance cells. Which included the humans in our settlements. The ones that served our daily meals, entertained us, took care of our children, and worked in our factories. Our rule ended in a whisper. To be more precise, a text message. ‘Remember the stories and songs of our ancestors. Remember the games, legends, movies, shows, plays, and books of the past. Teach these colonialists the meaning of fear. Give no mercy. Today we are not people, we are not animals, we are not death. We are vengeance.’”
Fear induced silence grips everyone. Only the soft patter of tears is heard. Lopin weeps at the memories that he is being forced to live again. He takes deep breaths through his dorsal vents and continues. “At first it was slow. In the area that used to be called Europe. Citizens began to disappear at night. Reports of creatures of fur and teeth standing over six meters tall. The mutilated corpses were found the next day. Reformed and strung up on poles. Soft blue lights would lead citizens to their deaths. Headless riders on equine species would be seen visiting house holds. Leaving carnage in their wake.”
“We sent patrol after patrol. Restricted movement of the humans. Removed them from all positions of power or close to any Ul’nigic of power. We instated marshal law. Executed all criminals. Nothing worked.”
“Then, in former Africa, creatures that seemed to be enormous prime apes of the lesser evolved branch of the Hominid line would rampage through our settlements. Then retreat and disappear into the dense forests and jungles. Ethereal creatures would possess our citizens. Causing them to have seizures so violent that it would break internal and external skeletons. Then we would find others that seemed to have slept well, only to have small bite marks. Their bodies were drained of all liquids. In the colder regions, their dead would not stay dead. We would kill them over and over. We could cut them up and their individual parts would keep moving. Seeking to tear us apart and feast on our innards.”
“This continued in every region. Our scientists could not find any flora or fauna that matched the descriptions in the reports that the central governances was receiving. It was an anthropologist from one of the lesser enlightened species that figured it out. All the descriptions were of creatures from the Human’s legends. We were fighting the weave of the human race. We sent out warnings to our military units, authorizing index 3 weapons.” The gathering gasps and murmured.
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For those who do not know, index 3 weapons were only for internal conflict and dealing with alien forces on par with the Ul’nigic. They never had to authorize such an advanced weaponry to be used on a ‘lesser’ species.
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The captain coughs and resumes. “We found one of their strongholds in catacombs of the former seat of the Vatican government. We raided it only to find them mass producing our technology, especially the Weaver QN-204.9. In those dark tunnels, our valiant soldiers fought off creatures known as devils and demons. Along with winged humanoids known as angels. We performed an orbital bombardment of the surrounding land. Sinking the peninsula into the sea.”
The captain took a long breath. “That was the ‘dinner bell’, as the humans would say. Every media channel was filled with the media from before our arrival. Showing what the humans called anime, movies, tv shows, and video games. Not a planetary period later. Large mechanized humans emerged from the former country of Japan. Along with reptiles, insects, and prime apes. Kaiju, I believe one of the lesser called them. Along with humans with tails covered in various colored energy fields. That could lift tanks, shoot plasma and fly at speeds reserved for space travel.”
“From the Russian region came a myriad of horrific creatures. Including humans standing three meters tall in mechanical suits with guns that would rip through our armor. They called them kosmicheskiy desantnik. The same came out of each region. Male and females of the species growing and becoming these monsters of soldiers. Then there were the flying reptiles that could breathe fire, ice, acid, lighting, and many other elemental forces. They were aided by creatures with multiple eyes that could shoot beams of death. I do not have the time nor the memory to describe the whole of what attacked us that day. To say, they killed all of my troops, settlers, servants, and anyone who defended us.”
“That was not the worse of it. Those children and adolescent humans we took in, taught, cared for, and trusted. Each took their time ripping their ‘families’ apart. Defining my definition of horror after seeing the aftermath.”
“I lost my entire clan to the three I had considered my own family. Juan, who turned into a three meter tall emaciated human with a skull for a face and a large ornate headdress of blue and red. Feathers and disembodied human limbs worn as decoration. He killed the guards and servants.”
“Laila, a quiet and obedient female who was in charge of my broodings. Who had hand raised them from eggs. She was like their second mother. She turned into a blue skinned human with countless arms and carried severed heads of humans and citizens alike. She ate all the broodings and my various mates. She even killed and ate the ones that she and I sired.”
“Finally, there was Mùchén. A studious male that helped me manage my days. I did not know what I would do without him. He did not transform. Instead, his clothing changed into that of his culture’s past.”
“He did not move from his desk. He just pulled out a scroll from thin air and listed those who died because of my rule over earth. Etching the last moments of each human into my mind.”
“The weight of his presence and his piercing gaze kept me locked in place. My own weave was no match for his. After he was done, he judged me and gave me my punishment. To see the death of each of my citizens in my empire, as he put it. How they died and what they felt. For those memories to never fade. To remain fresh in my mind. The worst part was when he said I would live. I would live a long life. Longer than most. He gave me the human will and resolve to survive.”
The hall remains silent. The Minister bangs his fist out of habit. Before noticing that not a single member in attendance had made a noise. They clear their throat. “I am having a hard time believing you. A species with a greater weave than ours. We who were given the divine right to change the weave in our minds and force the universe to bend to it. We who move the galaxy forward. Bringing civilized rule to worlds. We who advance technology, art, and science. We who can tell stories that move mountains. We who sing songs that make the heavens weep. We have lost to a savage species who had not even moved off their home world.”
“I am telling you, you have already lost. You ended your reign when you darkened our skies. You weave, we imagine. You change, we create. You bring nature to heel. We force it to change. Our stories inspire. Our songs make souls shutter and weep. We can and will make any species sore on the wings of hope. What you gave us is the ability to make our imaginations real. To change the universe to our liking. To change the fundamental rules of reality. For that, we thank you.” A blue female human says as she strides out of a portal in space. Followed by a skeletal human with a headdress and a human in flowing garments and armor. The captain cowers in the circle. He croaks out, “These are the chosen judges of our species.”
The gathering erupts in chaos. Every creature attempting to escape the hall. Mùchén looks at the gathering and gives a firm but soft command, “Sit.” Everyone sits where they once stood. More portals open up. Humans of various builds, ethereal beings, and creatures of every color and form appear.
Laila moves to the large towering dais on which the Prime Minister presides. She leaps up to it. In one smooth motion, separating the minister’s head from its body. Throwing the rest to the floor. She holds it up all to see. Her voice rings out, “We are humanity’s stolen generation. The generation you took. You abused. You attempted to strip down and tame through violence of the body and mind.”
“We will be your judges. The Ul’nigic will face the judgement of thousands of years and millions of worlds. Our past had humans that acted like you. Treated others like you do. Those civilizations are gone. We evolved past it. We will take this gift that you forced on us and make the universe better. Starting with the Ul’nigic and all who supported, aided, or even joined them. You will be wiped from the galaxy. Your history will be preserved as a warning to others. You came to domesticate us. We come to free the universe from you. To all who suffer under the rule of the Ul’nigic, rise. Raise your limbs and voices. Sing and have hope. We will soon be there. We will liberate you.”
There is a bright flash causing the transmission to shutter. Then it cuts to the Divine Alliance Central Media symbol stating that there have been technical difficulties.