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Grand Admiral Xoth couldn´t understand what he was seeing. It just didn´t made sense.
His people, the Krey, were still newcomers to the galactic community, but they were a warlike race and had already built a formidable fleet even before making first contact. Naturally, they sought to conquer other planets for their resources and labor. The Krey had always followed this path, using the spoils of war to fuel their economy.
And the galactic community didn’t object. Everyone did the same. This was just how life worked everywhere. Each species weighed the resources a war would cost against the potential gains. If a war promised a net profit, you declared war. Simple as that.
So, of course, we set our sights on the humans. They had lush green planets, systems rich in resources, and no real fleet to speak of. At first, we were skeptical. We expected some hidden fleet or a powerful weapon. After all, nobody else seemed even remotely interested in attacking the humans, which was odd.
We scouted the human star systems over and over. It wasn’t difficult, since the humans welcomed everyone. As long as you didn’t attack or steal, you could go anywhere and do whatever you pleased. But we found no sign of a hidden military fleet. The humans were simply peaceful diplomats and traders. They talked, they traded, and that was it.
They had only diplomatic ships, trade vessels, and some strange humanitarian relief fleets. We didn’t understand the purpose of the latter, but since they had no weapons, we didn’t give them much thought. Maybe we should have.
We assembled our fleet and set course for the human systems. At first, it was easy. The civilians couldn’t put up a fight and civilians were all they had. But soon, ships started arriving from all directions. They weren’t human ships; they came in every design imaginable, from species across the galaxy.
And now, Grand Admiral Xoth stood on the bridge of his flagship, staring at the strangest fleet he had ever seen. All the ships hailed the Krey and delivered the same message, each in their own tongue: „Prepare to die!”
He opened a channel, hoping for an explanation. „But why? The humans are weak, and your fleet consists of mortal enemies. Some of you were literally fighting each other just before you arrived.”
„Yes,” came the reply, „and soon, we will go back to our battles. We’ll count to ten and then start killing each other again. But for now, we’ve come together to destroy your fleet, all your fleets, and your planets.”
„But why?“
„Because they are the humans. They don´t care who you are. They are kind and helpful to everyone,“ came another voice.
„But why does that matter? No one cares about that.”
„Every single human ship will come to the aid of anyone in distress, any wounded, any child. They all do this. For large-scale disasters, they even have entire designated humanitarian relief fleets. We all owe them big times,” said yet another voice.
„So there are only two rules in this universe,” said the first voice again.
„1. The strong take from the weak.
- DON´T TOUCH THE HUMANS!“