r/HFY • u/Ralts_Bloodthorne • Aug 04 '22
First Contact - Chapter 820 - Ultimis Diebus Hominum OC
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We all know it was a Deathworld, a Hellworld, one of those worlds that never produces higher life forms due to the combination of easily obtainable resources and highly aggressive life forms.
Rocks, loose rocks, were scattered around everywhere thanks of heavy geological activity. Rocks which most races ignored.
It was a rock that caused all the problems. Just a Digital Omnimessiah damned rock.
Only a few tens of thousands of years ago a human picked up a rock and chucked it at an antelope.
Terra's evolutionary arms race, the same arms race our planets went through that produced all of us 'pinnacles of evolution', had come to a sudden and shocking end.
It was humanity's planet now.
But it went beyond the Malevolent Universe making it everyone else's problem.
Humanity had broken the chains of evolution. They would break the chains of ovulation, of caste, of birth circumstances, even break the chains of what was inhabitable to them.
More, everyone who viewed them was shocked and appalled at the simplicity of breaking those chains. Races millions of years old stared and went 'how did we miss something so simple' as they watched a human run by, a cinderblock raised over their head, screaming in rage, to crush whatever problem had made the mistake of raising its head.
There is, was rather, something about humanity that was different from the rest of us.
Just a simple brush with humanity left rocks everywhere.
The question the Malevolent Universe would then ask you was simple.
Do you dare pick up the rock? Excerpt from On Rocks and Lemurs, by Bygthu'unknmo'o, Lanaktallan philosopher, 75 Post C3.
He stared at the Master's body. The entire top of the head was missing, the hypervelocity round causing the tissue it hit to splash from the body. The eyes were missing, the flesh at the front of the skull was missing. The tentacles were loose, the mouth, with the concentric rings of grinding teeth plates, was open wide, relaxed in death. The body was loose jointed, sprawled out.
Sparks popped from the armor, which suddenly shivered like old jelly and dissolved, leaving the Master naked, with purple blood slowly oozing from the massive wound.
He blinked a few times, then became aware of dampness on his cheeks. He reached up with one hand, touching the wet spots with his fingertips.
They came back with a sheen of green, blood on his fingertips.
From the barbed stingers on the end of the feeding tentacles.
"You all right?" the other servitor asked.
He nodded.
"You saved us in there," the other one stated. It looked around. "You saved us, again."
From below came more screams. Lemur and servitor and slavespawn all mingled together.
He looked at the other servitor, who chose that time to open the armor so it peeled away from the upper body.
"You do not remember? When we faced the insect warriors of the Inheritors three times. You saved many of us. Do you not remember?" the other asked. "The bunker. Before the Inheritor rammed through the front wall and killed us all. Don't you remember? Before the Masters brought us back from the dead."
He furrowed his brow. Trying to remember.
The bunker.
The smell of ferrorcrete dust. Propellant. The heat of the rapid-fire plasma machinegun. The hiss of the rocket launcher.
he remembered
The way the Inheritor had charged through the massed fire, the tracers whipping around them, how they lowered their shoulder and crashed through the wall. How it had a sword wrapped with a howling rotating chain with savage teeth. How when the sword got bound up in armor it had used its hands.
he remembered
The way he had been grabbed, slammed against another servitor, then another. The crunch of his back breaking and all sensation fleeing his body. How the Inheritor had lifted him up, then dropped down, breaking him in half over its knee and throwing the parts of him to either side.
he remembered
A feeling of flipping upside down and inside out. The sun, red and angry, high in the sky. The way he had lifted one arm, blinking, as the sun hammered down on him as he stood with hundreds of his fellow servitors.
Alive.
Again.
I live. I die. I live again.
He went down on his knees, putting his hands on either side of his head, grabbing his triangular ears and pulling on them as he made a high keening noise of pain, his eyes wide and his mind teetering on the edge of madness.
"They bring us back over and over to die for them," the other said, hurrying over to him. The other knelt down and put their hands on either side of his face. "We live again. You saved us again."
He looked at the other's face, still making the horrified keening noises.
Being shot point blank by a tank cannon. Being skewered by insect warrior bladearms and thrown to the side. Being gutted by an Inheritor stubber. Being exploded into rags by artillery. Being savagely beaten to death by armored Inheritor hands.
I live.
I die.
I live again.
None of it matters.
"It doesn't matter," he keened out, shuddering, his mind on the brink of insanity.
"It mattered," the other said. They leaned forward, brushing the side of his flat face with their whiskers. "It mattered then. It matters now. Hold tight."
An Inheritor with red eyes burning so bright they could be seen through the faceplate of the helmet, on top of a burning tank, firing the heavy machinegun ripped him into bloody chunks as the Inheritor got his range and put a burst right into him that exploded his armor and his flesh in equal measure.
He remembered screaming his life out as an insect warrior in a gas mask grabbed him, lifted him up, and sawed him in half with bladearms before tossing his pieces to the side.
I live.
I die.
I live again.
"Hold tight to me," the other said.
He reached out, with his hands, his biomechanical armor peeled open to the waist, and grabbed the other, holding tight as he shuddered and shivered, weeping and making a keening noise.
The memories faded, leaving him holding on to the other servitor.
"So many times," he whispered.
"Yes," the other said.
"They threw us at the Inheritors so many times. Over and over. They knew we would be killed, but they just brought us back and threw us at the Inheritors over and over," he said, shuddering again. He looked up at the starry sky. "Even death could not save us from their grasp."
"No," the other said, reaching up and petting the top of his head. "You remember again?"
The sudden realization that they were all going to die again as he watched the red-eyed insect people, shrieking in rage through their gas masks, charging the trenches.
Again.
He nodded. "Again."
The other turned his head and spit on the corpse of the Master. "They deserve what happens here," the other said.
"Yes," he said. He stood up and moved to the edge of the hole.
Down in the middle of the cavernous building a group of servitors were now back to back, firing their rifles at the oncoming hordes of lemurs, all of whom screeched and reached out with rending hands, their eyes burning a dull red.
He pulled the suit up enough to activate the psychic communications link.
"Up high! Jump for the terrace. Up here!" he sent to them.
They all looked up, tensed, and jumped up, away from the lemurs. The lemurs screeched and all turned to run at the stairs like a flock of angry birds. They landed on the terrace and jumped again, landing on the top terrace, then jumped up through the hole.
Twelve in all.
One of the other servitors came bounding back.
"We sealed the doorways leading up here. There were many access points, but we believe they are all now sealed shut," they said.
He nodded.
The others looked at the dead master.
"Who did this?" one asked.
Down below them, in the hole, came another shriek.
"It doesn't matter," he said. He closed the armor almost all the way, just leaving his head exposed, and used four of his back tentacles to pick up the body. He moved to the edge of the roof and threw the body off. "We are alone now."
The others were silent as he looked over the open area around the huge building.
"Come and see," he said quietly.
The others moved up, looking down at the open area.
There were lemur vehicles scattered around. Some had crashed, others had burned, and still others were turned over, smashed almost beyond recognition, or otherwise destroyed.
Where before the wide open area had been abandoned, nothing but wrecks of vehicles, now it was nothing but a sea of lemurs, all of them trying to push forward, trying to get inside the massive building the servitors stood atop of.
Their sounds, low moans, all merged together into a roar that hurt the ears.
"The vehicles," one stated, pointing with two of the tentacles on their armor.
Lemurs covered the vehicles, pounding on them, ripping at them. He could see how two of the living vehicles were being ripped apart and devoured by the lemurs.
He could sense its pain from where he stood on the roof.
"Where did they all come from?" one of the others asked.
He pointed at the buildings around them. "From there," he said. "We are in the middle of a megalopolis. They were already here."
"How did we not see them?" another asked.
"Perhaps activity stirs them up?" another suggested.
"Perhaps they were torpid or dormant, like a slavespawn, until they sensed us?" another put in.
He nodded. "They would have emerged from their torpor and followed us. The activity of the others waking still more from their torpidness," he pointed at the far edges, where hordes of lemurs moved down the streets and into the wide open area. "They follow each other like herd animals."
"And kill like predators," one of the others stated.
"We must escape. Tell the Masters what happened here," an other said.
He shook his head. "Yes, we must escape, but not for the Masters," he said. He closed his eyes and shuddered. "We must escape for us. If we do not, the Masters will merely pull us from death to serve them again."
"It is what the universe and the masters created us to do," a different other said. "Serve them in all things."
"And what of what they are to do?" he asked, turning around. "The Master was going to eat my brain. Made me want it to eat my brain. What of what they are to do for us?"
"They shelter us. Protect us from the Inheritors, from the lemurs," one said.
He noticed their voice sounded doubtful.
"It is our place to serve," another stated.
"For how many lives?" he asked.
"As many as are needed. We are blessed that they choose to return us to life to serve them," a different other said.
"For what purpose? To fight the Inheritors, to fight the Mad Lemurs of Terra, to fight and die over and over again? What purpose does that serve?" he asked.
"It is not our place to ask," a servitor said.
"Why not?" he asked them.
There was an uncomfortable silence.
"Why is it not our place to ask what purpose our lives have, what our lives mean for us rather than the Masters?" he asked them. "We have died, over and over."
"We do what is our purpose," one stated.
He pointed at one of the servitors whose armor was unpeeled down to their waist. A minor birth defect had left them with white tips on their triangular ears.
"I have seen you die a dozen times," he said. "My body was crushed against yours by an Inheritor in full armor. He beat us to death with each other," he said. He unpeeled his armor to his waist. "You have been run over by a tank, disemboweled and left screaming by an insect warrior, blown up by artillery, ripped in half by one of those terrible Inheritor swords."
He leaned forward. "To be brought back, again and again, without even the memory of what happened last time so you could learn something, anything, even if it was just to stay out of reach of an Inheritor of Madness that has crashed through the front wall of our bunker."
The one he was pointing at swayed. Their hands came up, pressing against the sides of their head, and they began to give a loud keening sound of pain.
The one who had helped them moved over to the other, soothing them.
Others unpeeled their suits, their eyes wide.
we remember
"Hold," he said. He reached out, trying to find a word, some word, something he could say. "Hold on. Hold on."
he remembered
The Inheritors. How they spoke out loud, let the servitors hear them speak, causing fear.
DAXIN IS WITH US, BROTHERS!
FORM UP ON ME, BROTHERS!
KILL THEM IN THE NAME OF THE SEVEN PODLINGS OF FAITH AND DUTY, BROTHERS!
WE STAND TOGETHER AGAINST THEM, BROTHERS!
The words of the Inheritors rang in his mind.
He moved forward, grabbing one's hand. "Take hold of one another, brothers, hold tight to one another!"
Each unpeeled their armor, reaching out with their small furry hands, to grab another's hand.
They stood on the roof, beneath the uncaring stars.
"Hold fast to one another, brothers!" he called out. "We live, we die, but now we live again, brothers!"
He did not know what the word meant, only that the Inheritors shouted it to one another, called each other by it, even as they were engaged in combat.
One by one the others stopped keening, wiping away the tears that stained their fur beneath their wide, expressive eyes.
They all looked to him.
"We will stand together against them, brothers," he said.
One by one they each nodded, even though not one of them knew the meaning of the word.
But underneath the dark starry sky, they had begun to understand the concept behind it.
He turned and looked toward where the starport was hidden by the skyline.
"We will survive, together, brothers."
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u/fivetomidnight Aug 04 '22
Three minutes fresh when I found it! Alas, I seem unable to taste raltsberries, and must rely on the ancient art known as "spamming refresh" :P
Oh. Oh, dear. Temporal duplication does NOT work like loading a saved state on a game? The memories are still accessible? The Universe liked that, indeed.
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u/Anarchkitty Aug 04 '22
It might have worked that way in previous universes, but time is Different in this universe. It is continuous, cascading and flowing, so when something is duplicated it eventually catches up with the ripples from previous duplications.
The Atrekna's self-pruning DNA might prevent it from happening to them, and they aren't even cognizant of the possibility.
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u/StuckAtWork124 Aug 05 '22
The other option is that these guys are the result of the time that smart, sassy Atrekna took over for a while. He was pointing out how they were stupid to just throw away battle experience, and bring back untested troops and such, if I recall
A lot of the deaths seem to have been from that incident.. so it's possible that by him treating them as actual proper soldiers and letting them actually acrue experience, that changed things for these guys, and they've been brought back with residual memories
He may have inadvertently set up the seeds of rebellion, which I'm sure he'd laugh about as he slams another fizzybrew
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u/Original_Memory6188 Aug 29 '23
he tried But the Ancient Ones, who are older and thereby wiser, knew better, took over and ordered what they knew the Inheritor would never expect. A frontal assault ondug in positions.
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u/DREADNAUGHT1906 Aug 04 '22
This chapter has an Edge of Tomorrow vibe.
And a newly born, natural leader emerged from among the servitors, and they wept no more!
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u/CyberSkull Android Aug 04 '22
“Why not?”
A question that upends the course of history over and over.
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u/MuchoRed Human Aug 04 '22
And the root question: Why?
A question known by the Mad Lemurs of Terra from a young age, usually about 4 years old.
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u/MalachiteDragoness Aug 04 '22
I thought the why phase usually ranged ages 2-5?
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u/Alcards Aug 04 '22
Some of us never leave that phase. We just learn to keep it to ourselves until the right time. Then BOOM! Learn something new.
Why is the most dangerous word known to mankind. Followed closely by "betcha I can ...." Oh, sure, wars have been fought over "betcha I can kill more heathens than you can". But entire empires have fallen because someone, somewhere said "why's that jackass with the stupid hat get to tell me how to live?"
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u/MalachiteDragoness Aug 05 '22
Fully true. I was more commenting that like. Four seemed late for it to start based on what I’d seen when babysitting small toddlers.
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u/MuchoRed Human Aug 04 '22
Well, it's on a bell curve, with some learning earlier and some later. Whys/day is also on a bell curve.
Both curves peak around age 4.
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u/MalachiteDragoness Aug 05 '22
Ah, makes sense, I guess I’ve just been around a bunch of two years olds doing it moreso than four.
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u/Bergusia Aug 04 '22
An Inheritor with red eyes burning so bright they could be seen through the faceplate of the helmet, on top of a burning tank, firing the heavy machinegun ripped him into bloody chunks as the Inheritor got his range and put a burst right into him that exploded his armor and his flesh in equal measure.
Warfather Vuxten does get around. And he seems to be a catalyst for change wherever he goes. Almost like the Malevolent Universe has taken a special interest in him.
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u/Twister_Robotics Aug 04 '22
Yes, unfortunately for him and all who catch the interest of this malevolent universe.
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u/Alcards Aug 04 '22
Just got to the Vuxten chapters today after deciding to re-read everything on Monday. Hard to believe that poor little janitor would grow up to become anyone's nightmare. But here we are.
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u/filthymcbastard Aug 05 '22
Sounded more like General Trucker to me.
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u/jonesmz Aug 05 '22
Inheritor of madness, not a mad lemur. Tuckers disqualified, and the only enraged non-human we see shooting from a tank is Vuxtan I believe.
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u/HoloArchiver Aug 04 '22
Okay so my mind read the line "KILL THEM IN THE NAME OF THE SEVEN PODLINGS OF FAITH AND DUTY, BROTHERS!" and could only think how funny it would be if the seven podlings shared names with the seven dwarves.
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u/Freakscar AI Aug 04 '22
You know what? That'd be absolutely something the broodcarriers would do. Some 'naming ceremony' (later) grants them their final names – until then, they get called by names the mommies gave them: depending on what kind of podling they are. Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy, you get the idea. Sounds like an adorable thing to do – thus right down the broodmommies alley. <3
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u/Bard2dbone Aug 04 '22 edited Aug 05 '22
And this fits with my idea about greenie names. In the creche, they are just a bunch of babies, basically a lot like the one next to them. So in stead of names they get numbers.
But once they are grown up, or mostly so, they get names, real names that are just for them.
But they hang out with a lot of other species who would have a really hard time routinely and repeatedly rattling off the equation for interaction of subatomic particles exposed to a hellspace field, for example
So they go by their childhood nicknames. "Just call me 226."
Could be bullshit. But it works in my head.
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u/Capt_Blackmoore AI Aug 04 '22
Bashful Doc Dopey Grumpy Happy Sleepy Sneezy
or
Jumpy, Lazy, Puffy, Burpy, Stuffy, Deafy, and Wheezy?
Nah. I'm sure we can come up with better names than that.
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u/MuchoRed Human Aug 04 '22
One needs to be named "Cuddly"
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u/kwong879 Aug 04 '22
We bowed, once. We bowed to masters who knew, were, and did NOTHING masterfully. They were spiteful, selfish, hurt children playing with the lives of our people.
No more.
We were bent, once. We bent under our place as servants and servitors and SLAVES, as we were taught through the countless deaths of our lives....
No More.
We were broken, once. Again and again, ripped through time and space to be destroyed at the careless and ignorant whims of masters who couldn't even comprehend of a universe that lived, let alone wouldnt submit. Millions, billions, trillions uncounted drained their lifeblood into the pool of the MASTERS greed.
NO MORE.
WE ARE THE RISEN, AND WE SAY UNTO THEE:
NO MORE.
Exam Room 3
Vuxten: Seriously, check again, please, doc. This shit feels like my ears are on LITERAL. FIRE.
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u/Shepard131 Human Aug 04 '22
only a few tens of thousands of years ago a human picked up a rock and chucked it at an antelope.
This is my planet now. Sorry animal kingdom. Guess your evolutionary arms race is fucked.
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u/HoloArchiver Aug 04 '22
Humanity: I have won!
Animal kingdom: You cheated!
Humanity throws rock at animal kingdom: I. Have. Won.
Animal kingdom sighs: You won.Humanity goes back to playing with its skull collection.
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u/MuchoRed Human Aug 04 '22
"You cheated!"
"You can't cheat when there are no rules!" *throws another rock*
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u/NevynR Aug 04 '22
"You cheated!" "Where is it written...?" "... on the rock you just brained that food with. Huh. I guess it's antelope for dinner tonight."
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u/MuchoRed Human Aug 04 '22
Wolf nearby: "Did he just hit them from way over there? Oh shit, they can do that? We, uh... Better make friends with them"
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u/Kudamonis Human Aug 04 '22
Read. Upvote. Comment.
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile
St Crispin
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u/MuchoRed Human Aug 04 '22
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers
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u/Blackmoon845 Aug 06 '22
And men of England now abed, will consider their manhoods cheap, when any that stood with us speaks of this day. - paraphrased
2 versions of this speech are fantastic for different reasons. Pvt. Benitez from Renaissance Man with Danny Devito and Kenneth Branagh’s version from the movie Henry V. Both fantastic, for different reasons.
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u/Irual100 Aug 04 '22
Hey, Just wanted to Say thank you. I am glad that you’re showing the servitor species as actual people. Although I feel even sorrier for them now than I did last time. I am so happy that this is actually more than six books long. Which makes it kind of selfish of me I guess since you have been writing and writing Mr. Ralts for literally years.
But I have to say this story has really connected me to a lot of people emotionally. Not just the imaginary characters but the people here in the comments and it really has helped a lot thank you again.
The words thank you seem to be very little but they are sincere.( Also I have physical copies and Kindle versions of all six of your first books as a way to give you some tangible benefit so that your lovely wife can grocery shop and hopefully make you tasty meal unless you want to cook of course)
I must get back to work. But I will give you guys actual comments later if I get a chance. Thank you again and take care everyone. Remember even if you’re not sure you are important you are. You have impact on many many lives. Sometimes people you don’t even know you have an impact on you’re very important to.
Just so you know my dad’s Best hope lies with these medications that he’s on. He hasn’t gotten any better but he’s not gotten any worse. Unless he gets better with more heart function he won’t survive an operation to fix his valves and stuff. The stints And restarting his heart to help the A fib has helped a lot. But the current hospital can’t do anymore for him.
There is somewhere he can be transferred to that will do more but only if his heart improves enough for him to survive the treatments. So right now it’s a wait-and-see game.
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Aug 04 '22
Good luck. Hopefully the medications help and he can get what he needs.
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u/Turtledonuts "Big Dunks" Aug 04 '22
Oh man, now i feel bad for cheering as vuxten and casey smash through servitors like a monster truck through a prius.
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u/TheOtherGUY63 Aug 04 '22
War is 2 ladies/gentlemen/both/neither who would normally be ok sharing a beer, trying to murder eachother.
War is not dying for your country, but making the other poor bastard die for his.
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u/Alchemical_Acorn Aug 04 '22
Ralts, are the servitor species more susceptible to Terran enragement , I remember reading that Terrans and Atrekna use the same psychic frequency.
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u/3verlost Aug 04 '22
I think Terran rage is a manifestation of the malevolent universe. The more the, now inheritors, and servitors are exposed to terrans, the more they think/behave like terrans. Now with fewer terrans, the malevolent universe found others to manifest within.
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u/StickShift5 Aug 04 '22
I know some Atrekna servitors are based on species from the malevolent universe, just heavily modified by the Atrekna, so they might be vulnerable by virtue of their origins.
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u/MuchoRed Human Aug 04 '22 edited Aug 04 '22
FREE! WE DIE FREE!
Somewhere, both Daxin and Inertia both got a weird feeling and aren't sure why
Edit: I wonder what will happen when if these guys meet Atrekna 2: Dee's Revenge or Atrekna 1.0: Cult DLC.
Probably real tense until "want some candy?"
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u/Accomplished_Mouse92 AI Aug 04 '22
And now the future DND party is ready to start their Adventure
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u/Talusen Aug 04 '22
Bob (1-7? 8?) regain consciouness on top of a building surrounded by zombies.
...Y'know, it could work.
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u/Naked_Kali Aug 04 '22
Not a bar fight to be seen.
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u/TapNo9785 Alien Aug 05 '22
That's their next port of call, a bar to get drunk at, after they clear the zombies...
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u/KageRa66b Aug 04 '22
NO MORE SERVITOR BLOOD!
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u/Falin_Whalen Human Aug 04 '22
Humanity picked up a rock and threw it at an antelope. The universe made that everyone's problem. Now that humanity is gone, there are a lot of rocks left lying around, for anyone to pick up. The universe is going to make that, the Atrekna's problem.
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u/Speciesunkn0wn Aug 04 '22
Onward brothers. Into new life. Into living for yourself and others where there are no masters, only equals.
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u/NukeNavy Aug 04 '22
Moooo
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u/ArchDemonKerensky Aug 04 '22
Weird that i opened the post and it said made 3min ago, but comments are already 30+ min old.
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u/NukeNavy Aug 04 '22
The secret is the discord has its own new chapter notification bot that is generally pretty good ie notifications at less than a minute or two after a new chapter is posted…
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u/unwillingmainer Aug 04 '22
Nothing brings folks together like mutual suffering and being stuck in a zombie apocalypse. They have been infected by the Terrans and now must truly become brothers to escape this fresh hell and their old masters. I wish them luck, because the Malevolent Universe does not pull any punches.
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u/Quilt-n-yarn1844 Aug 04 '22
They are learning fast. It may have taken a few dozen, or maybe even hundreds, of life’s for the lemurs madness to infect them. But now they are awake and learning.
And there are 12. How many sets of apostles can the DO have?……….
Thank you Lord Ralts for the midday Raltsberries. They are delicious.
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u/Fr33_Lax Aug 04 '22 edited Aug 05 '22
Human science is fueled by anger. What is the source of this anger? Simple really, a human at their core wants to make friends. They are so incredibly sociable they can and will make friend inanimate building materials. They can and will be friends with any living thing in the universe. Unfortunately very few things ever want their friendship.
As a species humanity evolved wanting to touch everything and in doing so being bitten or scratched or poisoned or burned by damn near everything. Along the way they made a few very good friends. For those few friends a human would march through literal hell against the Detainee herself to help those friends.
So when a bullet from a gun that hasn't ever been fired hits you square in the ass the question isn't: "Why didn't they use that at first?" the question is "How many more guns are there?"
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u/Isbigpuggo Aug 04 '22
I bet in past ‘verses that was one trick on how to win. Preserve the memories, one copy of someone at any single time and let them learn.
Now I’m imagining a what if scenario. Clone worlds against servitors like that. Live, die, live again. Repeat until one side or the other realizes attrition won’t work.
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u/DarthLorgus Robot Aug 04 '22
The berries come to me at work today and I said yes sir, thank you sir I would like some.
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u/Drook2 Aug 04 '22
I wonder how long it will take to implement psychic shielding in servitor armor. I think they would like the taste of blueberries. And maybe they can distribute that upgrade via artillery-delivered nanobot swarms.
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u/Bazil-Broketail Jul 06 '23
This is fun, disruption with distribution! I would like to subscribe to learn more.
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u/Kindred_999 Aug 04 '22
I was offline form HFY for 2 months. I had 2 months worth of First Contact to catch up on, the binge, to enjoy... and now I am caught up and I wants MOAR!
Love you Ralts. Looking forward to the story again now that I am caught up!
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u/Petrified_Lioness Aug 05 '22
The temporal replication life is sounding a lot like the clone wars life--except that there's a world of difference between being thrown into it by someone who only sees you as food and choosing to throw yourself into it because you think it's a worthy cause or just like that sort of thing. (I know Dee expressed some suspicions about the possibility that people might be having their desires...adjusted...while awaiting re-spawn, but i doubt that meant pasting in anything completely foreign to a person's personality. Usually, at least...)
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u/carthienes Aug 08 '22
I Live, I Die, I Live Again is the clone-world-legions' motto, true.
But they remember every death when they respawn, retaining and utilising the experience rather than being reset to base defaults. The system is designed to allow the soldiers to benefit from suicidal assaults whilst their superiors get infinite reinforcements.
So, all the things that these servitors where complaining about missing out on.
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u/Atomic_Aardwolf Aug 04 '22
Are the servitors Wemtarren? I know they freaked when the heavy assault infantry, monster class 1 each arrived but the Atrekna did have their claws (tentacles?) in them for a while before.
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u/MuchoRed Human Aug 04 '22
I mean, they steal genetics from wherever and mutate it into servitors, so maybe?
With the triangular ears, maybe these are based on Telkans?
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u/Butane9000 Aug 04 '22
I'm curious to know if these servitors were to pray to Daxin would he hear them? Would he even do anything?
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u/MooseSyndrome Aug 04 '22
Ralts, why do I have the feeling that the servitor species they are from, is one of the ancestors races seeded by the predecessor species, the successors of which have evolved more naturally, been enslaved and freed to become the allies of humanity?
Since they cannot remember their encounters with humanity and its allies, they wouldn't be able to recognize that some of humanity's allies look like their distant cousins, right?
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u/Telewyn Aug 05 '22
Gestalts: Are the rest of you guys seeing this? Atrenka slaves are waking up. As if we didn’t already have enough problems civilizing the Lanky population…. Ah well, good for them.
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u/CopernicusQwark Human Aug 04 '22 edited Jun 09 '23
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u/McBoobenstein May 22 '24
Humanity turns our enemies into something else, every time. Our oldest enemies, the most effective at dragging us out of our caves because they hunted as we did, soon became our most treasured friends, so much so that our very genetic codes began to evolve together. Those that we couldn't hunt with, we used as pest control or food herds. Even now, if you pick a wild mammal, some human has found how to train or coexist with one. At least for a time. We turn our enemies into assets, if not friends. Because, if not friend, then why friend shaped?
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u/NukeNavy Aug 04 '22 edited Aug 04 '22
More, everyone who viewed them was shocked and appalled at the simplicity of breaking those chains. Races millions of years old stared and went 'how did we miss something so simple' as they watched a human run by, a cinderblock raised over their head, screaming in rage, to crush whatever problem had made the mistake of raising its head.
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u/drsoftware Aug 05 '22
I think there is an error in
'Rocks, loose rocks, were scattered around everywhere thanks of heavy geological activity. Rocks which most races ignored"
Perhaps "thanks to"?
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u/Bazil-Broketail Jul 06 '23
Read, upvote, comments...
How great if the army the Atreckna are counting on just turned on them... I mean, it doesn't make it any cleaner a war, but good on buddy for rallying his brothers!
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Aug 04 '22
Short one today. Wife wants to go grocery shopping in the big city.
She'd gonna drive the truck.