Thoughts race through your head. Options? Why am i here? Where am i actually? what are they doing to me?
After what seems like an hour, Ala-Shar returns. You quickly open up a barrage of questions.
I'm guessing I am being operated on but the question is why? You wouldn't need a super-solider especially a human one since they could do it with their own people. A lab rat, maybe. No, it would be more effective for me not be aware of your existence or for you to even talking to me. Some type of sleeper agent then but you wouldn't be giving me "options" then.
What are these options?
"You make many assumptions, human." She purrs mildly, her mind obviously elsewhere. "Although you are half right about you current state being a type of surgery. You are not lab rat, you are far more advanced and precious to us, just like your sisters. And you are quite right, if we wanted sleeper agents, you wouldn't be here, at least, not for long....." She falls silent and turns to her side.
"I think it would be apt to start from the beginning.
Brace yourselves, long story is coming
My race, the matriarchal Moray, are an old and powerful race, yet there are enemies even we will not antagonise blindly.
There are 4 such factions. Each with their own strengths and weaknesses.
The capricious Slinkar are the most insidious, an insectoid race hailing from the Fortus galaxy. I will not speak more of them. they make my blood boil.
The Abridan, a race of brave warriors who are a hybrid of avian and mamallian, famed amongst the lesser races for their stubborn yet honourable ways.
The Torun are a cunning and sly race of creatures, given to bouts of vanity and lust. They have caused us no end of problems both politically and militarily.
and finally, the secretive Vanguard......"
her face falls when she mentions the last one, casting a glimpse your way, seemingly to gauge your reaction to the name.
After it becomes apparent you don't know that name, as far as you can remember, she continues.
"The Vanguard, as they are known to us, are not technically a race, yet they are different from what their origins suggest. They are tall, powerful and highly resilient, even without access to their technology. Brave, uncorruptable and loyal to the last. and...." she pauses, again glimpsing at you "...they are human".
Your mouth hangs agape. Humans? in space? But its only 2013! at least, you think so. how is this possible?
Nodding at your reaction, seeming to confirm her suspicions. "I thought so. Even the people of their home-world don't know about them. The fact is, they have been warring with the non-human civilisations of the universe for almost 14 Earth years, paying special attention and eradicating when they can the non-humanoid ones. They need to be halted. Six races have already been banished to the sands of time by them."
"However this is easier said than done. As i have said before, their technology is extraordinarily advanced. And it only works, as far as we can tell, on a 100% human anatomy and it is very hard to reverse engineer it for anyone else. Too much tampering and it self destructs." A wry grin tickles her face "Still think you haven't been chosen as a soldier?"
"How do you know all this?" You ask.
"We managed to down a Vanguard frigate which was performing various missions on the fringe of Morey territory. We salvaged some of their more primitive equipment, as well as the bodies of the crew. Using what we managed to reverse engineer, we set in motion the current project...."
As she is about to continue, her head suddenly jerks to the left. She frowns and quickly disappears, leaving you on your own.
What do you do?
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Topic: (SG) Starfire: War and Politics - Enemies Old and New - UPDATE 03/07/2014 (Read 82602 times)