[OC]Empire sol - I
This all takes place after the Every road leads to Space arc, so read that first!
(Note: TBHDS = Torpedo-based Human delivery system)
It was an outrage
That these... primitives, these... humans had the Gall to do something like this.
Chancellor G'latki stood beside the corpse of his brood-sister. The humans had executed her, and then sent her body back for proof.
Oh, sweet little G'tarrin, you will be avenged.
He turned and marches out of the viewing room.
at least he thought the primitives had given her body back undefiled
Angron strode through the halls of the new parliament created for the unification proceedings. His new Metal-self, forged in the image of their new allies, inspired awe in humans he passed, and he responded to their salutes and smiles with dignified nods.
The technicians hadn't quite been able to create facial motors to accurately replicate the facial expressions of the Humans, and research had shown that humans reacted poorly to things that looked too human, and yet not.
Sources on the human extra-net had referred to this as "the uncanny valley.
For this reason, Angron had chosen to make his metal-self clad in flexible metallica instead of artificial skin.
Plus, the shiny surfaces made him look propper dashing.
Due to the fact that he had been the one to perform the first contact and his actions had been quite solidifying to the relationship, he had been selected by the emperor himself to represent the Demiossians at the meetings held on the capital planet of the newly-unified Sol alliance.
This in turn meant that he spent most of his time on the human homeworld, it had also meant that he was in more contact with the emperor than any of the other highlords now present in the sol system.
It is one of the greatest honors he has been given.
The past year had been quite productive. The remnants of the Demiossian empire, now totaling four tomb-ships and the grand necropolis itself, had entered the Sol system. They set up shipyards in the orbit of the local gas-giant, Jupiter, and harvested the meteors in orbit for resources to build a navy.
For the first time since construction of the Tomb-ships, the Demiossians were building.
This time not just for themselves, but for the Humans.
For the first time since they had awoken to find their systems plundered, and the arcs which were made to house the fifteen billion souls of the Demiossians salvaged for scrap and technology by species that had been in their infancy while the Demiossians had still walked in bodies of flesh.
billions lost to greed
Now, with the numbers of the humans being trained to fight beside them, the Demiossians might just be able to stand their ground once more.
We'll teach you for classifying us as salvage Angron thought to himself. And if he would have had facial motors installed, he would have smiled
He entered the chamber where the elected representatives of Earth were waiting.
Gordon had been thrilled when the negotiations with the Demiossians had resulted in not only the sharing of resources between them and Humanity, but also in the Demiossians becoming a co-member in the newly formed Sol alliance.
He was then struck by surprise when the polls had gone through.
He had been chosen to represent Earth in the new parliament.
He was seated at the round table across from the representative of mars, the leader of the MMA spokesperson Sasha Gray, when the Demiossian entered.
Angron seated himself at the table, and Gordon looks over the data screen in front of him.
"Welcome, High-lord Angron." Gordon started.
The stern metal face of the Demiossian turns towards Gordon "Thank you, Representative Gordon." the metallic voice of the alien responded.
Gordon looks at the first topic of discussion for the meeting.
"So, Is the orbital station for the Dwillian refugees finally habitable?"
Sasha nods affirmatively.
"Yes, the final tweaks bringing gravity down from .75g to .50g have been made, and the station is now ready to begin inhabitation."
Gordon smiles slightly. "Good, we can now move the Dwillians from their temporary residences on Luna. Now, to the reason we're meeting here today."
He turns to Angron.
"Are the TBHDS-frigates finished?"
The Demiossian nods.
"Yes, the fleet is fully constructed and ready to be set in use, as long as you have candidates mad enough to sign up for it."
Gordon Smiles.
"Trust me, my friend. We've got no shortage of volunteers.
A lot of people lost families in the battle. We all want revenge."
Angron wasn't surprised. These humans' nigh-suicidal dedication to avenging their fallen exceeded that of even his own people.
And he admired them for it.
"Well then. It's time to make ourselves known to the galaxy. We're ready."
After the body of G'tarrin had been sent to the Fa'lan homeworld, and news had reached the galactic senate, there had been a state of chaos.
A routine Fa'lan subjugation of a primitive half-sentient species in a backwater system had ended in catastrophe.
The half-sentients had apparently activated the automated systems aboard a ancient ship that had been dormant in space for eons, and convinced the on-board AI systems to assist them against the sanctioned conquest of their planet.
After which they had the sheer guts to send a unmanned vessel to the Fa'lan home world, carrying only the commander's body, and a message.
Grand marshal G'tarrin has been found guilty of 9,934,678 accounts of murder, and was sentenced to death by hanging. The alliance of Sol hereby declares that if a single unwanted ship enters Alliance space, a state of war will be considered in effect.
The shuttle in which the body and message had been contained was capable of subspace flight, and thus the senders, the humans, had been reclassified full-sentient.
The Fa'lans were requesting the galactic senate to allow the extermination of the species they felt had wronged them, and the final session of the senate hearings had concluded.
Humanity was to stand trial for the deaths of commander G'tallin, and the uncountable missing fa'lan crew members sent with the 21st subjugation fleet to Sol.
And should they be found guilty of wrongdoing, the Fa'lans will be allowed to proceed at their discretion.
So, we're back to writing again!
I'm going to write this arc for all you people who read my 'Every road leads to space' arc, and screamed out for more.
I'm sorry if this introductory chapter is a bit short, but I hope you enjoyed anyway!
As always, criticism is most appreciated, as long as it stays constructive!