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The Yotul might not be as cute as the Venlil but they definitely are good friends and will become far more important as the story progresses. The capybara kangaroos provide a important clue for humanity to follow later on.
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Greetings, Kennel Club. I've been a KF lurker since 2017, but I decided to make an account today to share a book that may be of interest to this thread.
Fallen World - The Complete Trilogy
Fallen World - The Complete Trilogy
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Oh my God that first page with the Jesus quotes
Are these Christian Furry novels? You have my attention. That is exactly the level of autism I seek from this thread.
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if ya want to write faster play Typing Of The Dead
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I'm no longer surprised Nature of predators has enough of a following to get fanfics, fanarts and such.
here's some of them https://archiveofourown.org/tags/The Nature of Predators - SpacePaladin15/works
Reminds me of that time Chantal started to talk shit in Arab.
here's some of them https://archiveofourown.org/tags/The Nature of Predators - SpacePaladin15/works
That is actually how you do racism correctly curiously enough.
Reminds me of that time Chantal started to talk shit in Arab.
I'll take notes on that if I want to write some shit.
This looks autistic as all hell and I'm here for it!
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I'm touched that this thread is what encouraged you to make an account and join us!
Do tell, what's the story and writing like? Any hooks you'd like to throw us or your thoughts on the material?
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Literary analysis has never quite been my strong suit, but I'd say what interested me the most about this pure autism story was how the story's world is set up. You have the Omega Foundation, which seems to be some DARPA-esque black ops organization run by humans enslaving furries to use them as pawns to defeat this monopolistic company called Castle Defense Industries that is also run by humans. Most of the furry stories I've seen don't really have such a strong human presence in their settings.
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A non-canon depiction of a yotul, apparently they actually look more capybara-like than this but we've never gotten a real description or official art so
The Nature of Predators Part 6
Ah, Superintendent Sovlin. I hope you're ready for an unforgettable part of the Nature of Predators. Why is there smoke coming from the cradle? Oh no, that's not smoke. That's steam, from the steamed gojids we're having. Mmm, steamed gojid. Joking aside, we're jumping into the next 5 chapters of NoP and I think it's high time we figured out what Sovlin is up to after humanity opened his home up to invasion by the grays. It's been a while since we've heard from him anyhow.
So we find Sovlin aboard his ship, seething as usual, having been reassigned to patrol some gojid colony far away from the cradle, because he kept drafting up plans to bomb the gojid city (In his mind, it's better to die in orbital bombardment than be captured and eaten by humans) and the prime minister got fucking pissed and shooed him off. I guess a bigass federation ship isn't much use when the problem is ground combat. His seething is interrupted however, when he receives a transmission from the prime minister. A pre-recorded message, this time. Expecting to hear news about how it's going on the front, Sovlin opens it up on the projector for everyone to see. Instead, he finds himself watching the fall of the cradle.
Arxur overrun the surface, cities go up in flames and smoke as they're bombed into oblivion. Sovlin goes into shock seeing the end of his homeworld play out in front of him. He's only snapped out of it by, of course, seething fury, as he immediately jumps to the conclusion that humans and the arxur must be working together and divvying up the prey. It's the only thing that made sense, of course, not that it matters at this point. He watches as a gray tears into a child's arm with its teeth, but is distracted from it by a note attached to the video, from the Prime Minister.
She's sending this out posthumously, to any high ranking officers still left in the nearby systems. It's more or less what Sovlin expected, until she begins talking about how the monkeys began attacking the grays out of nowhere. Her last request is that someone get this footage of the humans attacking the arxur to the federation and beg them for assistance, as the footage continues on to show a human soldier, gun missing, tackling the arxur chewing on the young gojid and screaming for her to run as he wrestles the gray with a knife and gets his stomach ripped out for his trouble before a squad can put the raging gray down and rescue her.
A fireteam of human soldiers, outnumbered and outgunned, bunkered down around a school guns down wave after wave of gray. A timelapse of the hours long conflict as the number of humans dwindle but hold steady against the hoard until eventually the grays back off. A gojid child rushes to one of the dead humans and tries to rouse him tearfully as the survivors console her. Sovlin is shaken by what he sees. Predators can't have feelings. It's wrong to have sympathy for predators. They took his home. They took his people. They took his...
His thoughts begin to race as he realizes the circular reasoning behind every thought he's ever had about the humans, about Marcel even. It's all "they're bad because they're predators and they're predators because they're bad." His doubts come rushing forth along with his tears as he's faced with the truth of what the humans have done, and what he's done. Recel was right, in taking such joy in the human's agony he was just as bad as any gray. If he hadn't done what he had done to Marcel, humanity wouldn't have attacked the cradle, and the arxur wouldn't have destroyed his home. The realization that his cruel anger taken out on the innocent had cost billions of his own people is too much to bear, and he draws his sidearm, places the barrel in his mouth, and... Nah, too messy. Gotta find an airlock. Can't make his crew clean up his mess any more than he's already made them.
He stumbles, glassy-eyed and shellshocked, towards the airlock, only to be stopped by Doc Zarn, who insists that he still has so much to live for. And Sovlin realizes he's right. He doesn't deserve to die, not yet anyway. He needs to turn himself in. He can't deprive Marcel of justice. Shoving Zarn aside he speedwalks to the bridge and gently nudges the comm's officer who gave him shit about humans aside so that he can broadcast himself over the ship's PA system. He exonerates Recel for acting in accordance with the highest of ethical standards, and states his wish that Recel takes over as Captain in his absence, as he will be turning himself in for crimes against sapient life. With his final message to the crew recorded, he dashes out of the bridge, hops into a shuttle, and launches himself towards earth.
Arxur overrun the surface, cities go up in flames and smoke as they're bombed into oblivion. Sovlin goes into shock seeing the end of his homeworld play out in front of him. He's only snapped out of it by, of course, seething fury, as he immediately jumps to the conclusion that humans and the arxur must be working together and divvying up the prey. It's the only thing that made sense, of course, not that it matters at this point. He watches as a gray tears into a child's arm with its teeth, but is distracted from it by a note attached to the video, from the Prime Minister.
She's sending this out posthumously, to any high ranking officers still left in the nearby systems. It's more or less what Sovlin expected, until she begins talking about how the monkeys began attacking the grays out of nowhere. Her last request is that someone get this footage of the humans attacking the arxur to the federation and beg them for assistance, as the footage continues on to show a human soldier, gun missing, tackling the arxur chewing on the young gojid and screaming for her to run as he wrestles the gray with a knife and gets his stomach ripped out for his trouble before a squad can put the raging gray down and rescue her.
A fireteam of human soldiers, outnumbered and outgunned, bunkered down around a school guns down wave after wave of gray. A timelapse of the hours long conflict as the number of humans dwindle but hold steady against the hoard until eventually the grays back off. A gojid child rushes to one of the dead humans and tries to rouse him tearfully as the survivors console her. Sovlin is shaken by what he sees. Predators can't have feelings. It's wrong to have sympathy for predators. They took his home. They took his people. They took his...
His thoughts begin to race as he realizes the circular reasoning behind every thought he's ever had about the humans, about Marcel even. It's all "they're bad because they're predators and they're predators because they're bad." His doubts come rushing forth along with his tears as he's faced with the truth of what the humans have done, and what he's done. Recel was right, in taking such joy in the human's agony he was just as bad as any gray. If he hadn't done what he had done to Marcel, humanity wouldn't have attacked the cradle, and the arxur wouldn't have destroyed his home. The realization that his cruel anger taken out on the innocent had cost billions of his own people is too much to bear, and he draws his sidearm, places the barrel in his mouth, and... Nah, too messy. Gotta find an airlock. Can't make his crew clean up his mess any more than he's already made them.
He stumbles, glassy-eyed and shellshocked, towards the airlock, only to be stopped by Doc Zarn, who insists that he still has so much to live for. And Sovlin realizes he's right. He doesn't deserve to die, not yet anyway. He needs to turn himself in. He can't deprive Marcel of justice. Shoving Zarn aside he speedwalks to the bridge and gently nudges the comm's officer who gave him shit about humans aside so that he can broadcast himself over the ship's PA system. He exonerates Recel for acting in accordance with the highest of ethical standards, and states his wish that Recel takes over as Captain in his absence, as he will be turning himself in for crimes against sapient life. With his final message to the crew recorded, he dashes out of the bridge, hops into a shuttle, and launches himself towards earth.
Their transport managed to get around the orbital battle unscathed and unfollowed, so that's good news. They manage to briefly stop at a venlil base to drop off critically wounded passengers for treatment before setting a course for Earth. Marcel is in stable condition, the medics kept his jelly firmly inside his meat container and he's doing fine. He's been pretty much inseperable from Nulia, insistent that she not get dropped off in some refugee camp without him. Slanek finds himself wanting to stay with Marcel as well rather than be dropped off at a venlil station, worried that if he gets separated from Marcel that it might be for good. So he sucks it up and mentally prepares to visit Earth, the first venlil to ever do so. (Tarva had been invited to NYC, but respectfully declined because she was still terrified of humans at the time.)
The shuttle finally lands and gojid refugees are ushered out in single file as an announcement plays over the PA informing them that volunteers will be handing them blankets, water, and dried fruits, if they need any special assistance or medical aid see the guys with the red cross insignia, yadda yadda yadda you get the picture. It doesn't help one bit, one of the older gojid has a heart attack and FUCKING DIES. Ok well, she gets carted off by medics but still she's probably dead.
Tyler catches up with Slanek and Slanek thanks him for saving his life but all he can think about is how nasty Tyler is for eating lab-grown beef jerky. He tries not to judge him for it but considers it to be comparable to eating shit so it's kinda hard not to be grossed out about it. Marcel is nearby, arm in a sling and carrying Nulia. The younger children don't quite seem to share the older prey's inherent terror of predators, though it's a stressful time all around regardless. Slanek steps out of the ship only to be assaulted by flashing cameras and cries for the Venlil to pay attention to the journoscum. All Slanek can muster is a little wave so as to try to appear presentable for the cameras.
Of course, looking presentable goes out the window, because Slanek sees a dog. Slanek's ass does NOT know what a puppy is. He immediately loses his composure and starts screaming, running back towards to the transport because a dangerous predator is on the loose and they're all going to die. Tyler chases him down because Slanek's got those goofy little venlil legs that can't run for shit and scoops him up, carrying him back to Marcel. He squirms around a while, squeaking out "predator" and "run" in incoherent fright while Marcel tries to explain to him what a dog is.
And while he does so, who chad-strides up to the group other than UN Secretary-General Elias Meier himself to give them the good news. Sovlin is in human custody, currently being kept in a clandestine facility for aliens that's totally not area 51, awaiting trial. Marcel demands to see him and because Elias is such a bro he's like "sure dude lol, but you can't go into his cell unless he says it's ok." Slanek only hopes that whatever comes of this brings Marcel some peace at last.
The shuttle finally lands and gojid refugees are ushered out in single file as an announcement plays over the PA informing them that volunteers will be handing them blankets, water, and dried fruits, if they need any special assistance or medical aid see the guys with the red cross insignia, yadda yadda yadda you get the picture. It doesn't help one bit, one of the older gojid has a heart attack and FUCKING DIES. Ok well, she gets carted off by medics but still she's probably dead.
Tyler catches up with Slanek and Slanek thanks him for saving his life but all he can think about is how nasty Tyler is for eating lab-grown beef jerky. He tries not to judge him for it but considers it to be comparable to eating shit so it's kinda hard not to be grossed out about it. Marcel is nearby, arm in a sling and carrying Nulia. The younger children don't quite seem to share the older prey's inherent terror of predators, though it's a stressful time all around regardless. Slanek steps out of the ship only to be assaulted by flashing cameras and cries for the Venlil to pay attention to the journoscum. All Slanek can muster is a little wave so as to try to appear presentable for the cameras.
Of course, looking presentable goes out the window, because Slanek sees a dog. Slanek's ass does NOT know what a puppy is. He immediately loses his composure and starts screaming, running back towards to the transport because a dangerous predator is on the loose and they're all going to die. Tyler chases him down because Slanek's got those goofy little venlil legs that can't run for shit and scoops him up, carrying him back to Marcel. He squirms around a while, squeaking out "predator" and "run" in incoherent fright while Marcel tries to explain to him what a dog is.
And while he does so, who chad-strides up to the group other than UN Secretary-General Elias Meier himself to give them the good news. Sovlin is in human custody, currently being kept in a clandestine facility for aliens that's totally not area 51, awaiting trial. Marcel demands to see him and because Elias is such a bro he's like "sure dude lol, but you can't go into his cell unless he says it's ok." Slanek only hopes that whatever comes of this brings Marcel some peace at last.
By his measure, the accommodations he awakes to are very reasonable. An arxur pen would be about the size of this dingy cell's bed, and would have five gojid stacked on top of eachother with no room to move around. A small table has fruit and water waiting for him, and there was just enough room to walk around. As he takes in his surroundings, a human walks up to the cell, invites himself inside, and has a seat at the table. Preparing himself for torture, he grits his teeth and steels himself for what comes next. Instead, what happens is MUCH worse. He's been locked in a cell with a lawyer.
Ok, well, technically it's a defense attorney. HIS defense attorney. But a lawyer is a lawyer. You wanna talk predators, here you go. He explains to Sovlin that he's going on trial, despite Sovlin's complaints that he doesn't deserve one, because humans are civilized. Sovlin openly wishes that humans weren't civilized. It'd be easier to just get eaten alive. Having a lawyer tell him he has rights was just twisting the knife in his moral wounds. He asks if he can just plea guilty and get executed, but the lawyer is having none of it. Clearly they could get him off on an insanity plea (I've read enough courtroom threads on the farms the past few years to know that's bullshit, Sovlin was of clear enough mind to know what he was doing was wrong.) but Sovlin is having none of that. He's aghast to hear he might get 20 years in prison at most for what he did. After a few more pleas for the death sentence, the lawyer gives up and says he'll come back later when Sovlin calms the fuck down.
Sovlin, of course, does not calm down, because Marcel is here, queer, and ready to sneer at the captain for what he's done to him. Sovlin relents and asks him to be let in so Marcel can take his revenge and finish him off like he deserves. Marcel's scars shame him into looking at the floor until Marcel demands he look at him. Everytime he closes his eyes he sees Sovlin, when his neck is touched he feels the collar, he can't look in the mirror without thinking of Sovlin. Sovlin, ever the optimist and a great people person, advises Marcel to tie up his claws so he doesn't accidentally scratch him when Marcel is beating him to a pulp.
But Marcel doesn't beat him down. Not physically anyway. He gets quite the dressing down but Marcel just wants to know WHY he did it. What he meant when he said "they took everything from me." right before he was going to execute Marcel. Sovlin relents and tells him the story of how the arxur attacked his home during a video call with his daughter. He was stuck aboard his ship, helpless to stop the surprise attack on the surface of the planet, listening to the screams of his wife and daughter as they were eaten alive. That moment is what made a "hero" of him. The great captain sovlin's famous charge on the arxur that saved the cradle was little more than a failed suicide attack on the arxur. He never meant to survive. Ever since he's had to pack down his emotions deep, deep down just to muster the strength to keep going.
Marcel tries to make a poignant point about how the gojid must not care about anything if they can't even be bothered to name their home planet, but Sovlin is like "you named your planet dirt" and Marcel is like "damn, fair, ok."
With his momentum shattered he instead talks about what he saw during his deployment on the cradle, children crushed and abandoned by their own parents, arxur chowing down on live gojid, and yet somehow the most horrible thing on his mind is Sovlin and what he's done. He's not gonna kill Sovlin though, even if he really, really wants to, because that's not the kind of person he is, not to himself, not to Nulia, and not to Slanek. He doesn't want Sovlin to take that from him too, so he leaves Sovlin to stew over what he's done in his cell. He hits him with one last jab, saying that he's proud to be a human, and I swear to god he hits Sovlin with
Ok, well, technically it's a defense attorney. HIS defense attorney. But a lawyer is a lawyer. You wanna talk predators, here you go. He explains to Sovlin that he's going on trial, despite Sovlin's complaints that he doesn't deserve one, because humans are civilized. Sovlin openly wishes that humans weren't civilized. It'd be easier to just get eaten alive. Having a lawyer tell him he has rights was just twisting the knife in his moral wounds. He asks if he can just plea guilty and get executed, but the lawyer is having none of it. Clearly they could get him off on an insanity plea (I've read enough courtroom threads on the farms the past few years to know that's bullshit, Sovlin was of clear enough mind to know what he was doing was wrong.) but Sovlin is having none of that. He's aghast to hear he might get 20 years in prison at most for what he did. After a few more pleas for the death sentence, the lawyer gives up and says he'll come back later when Sovlin calms the fuck down.
Sovlin, of course, does not calm down, because Marcel is here, queer, and ready to sneer at the captain for what he's done to him. Sovlin relents and asks him to be let in so Marcel can take his revenge and finish him off like he deserves. Marcel's scars shame him into looking at the floor until Marcel demands he look at him. Everytime he closes his eyes he sees Sovlin, when his neck is touched he feels the collar, he can't look in the mirror without thinking of Sovlin. Sovlin, ever the optimist and a great people person, advises Marcel to tie up his claws so he doesn't accidentally scratch him when Marcel is beating him to a pulp.
But Marcel doesn't beat him down. Not physically anyway. He gets quite the dressing down but Marcel just wants to know WHY he did it. What he meant when he said "they took everything from me." right before he was going to execute Marcel. Sovlin relents and tells him the story of how the arxur attacked his home during a video call with his daughter. He was stuck aboard his ship, helpless to stop the surprise attack on the surface of the planet, listening to the screams of his wife and daughter as they were eaten alive. That moment is what made a "hero" of him. The great captain sovlin's famous charge on the arxur that saved the cradle was little more than a failed suicide attack on the arxur. He never meant to survive. Ever since he's had to pack down his emotions deep, deep down just to muster the strength to keep going.
Marcel tries to make a poignant point about how the gojid must not care about anything if they can't even be bothered to name their home planet, but Sovlin is like "you named your planet dirt" and Marcel is like "damn, fair, ok."
With his momentum shattered he instead talks about what he saw during his deployment on the cradle, children crushed and abandoned by their own parents, arxur chowing down on live gojid, and yet somehow the most horrible thing on his mind is Sovlin and what he's done. He's not gonna kill Sovlin though, even if he really, really wants to, because that's not the kind of person he is, not to himself, not to Nulia, and not to Slanek. He doesn't want Sovlin to take that from him too, so he leaves Sovlin to stew over what he's done in his cell. He hits him with one last jab, saying that he's proud to be a human, and I swear to god he hits Sovlin with
The next day we find Sovlin currently being transported to the refugee camp. Try as they might, humans were struggling to attend to the needs of the gojid refugees properly, especially the more frightened ones. He doesn't technically get anything in return, but it will reflect positively on him and he still wants to help his people regardless, so why not. He's been given permission to speak up if he believes his people are being mistreated or if he has any ideas to make the gojid feel more at home, on top of aiding them in providing aid for the gojid. Oh yeah, this is also the introduction of his guards, a pair of UN soldiers named Sam and Carlos. These guys end up sticking with him throughout the rest of the series so I may as well bring them up. Carlos asks him about gojid religion but he opts not to answer since he's not particularly religious himself.
The gojid DO have a religion, a nature spirit named the Great Protector who was believed to ward off predators. Sovlin had a hard time buying into it, especially since clearly there's no one watching out for the gojid now, but he decides against telling the humans their religion revolves around them going away. The van comes to a stop and they step out into the camp. First thing Sovlin sees is a tent where volunteers are helping refugees locate surviving family members, as hopeless as it may seem. The second thing he sees is that Sam is eating a banana. That surprises him, as does the concept of omnivores. His language has no equivalent to the word, in fact the idea of someone eating plants AND meat is unheard of to the federation.
Sovlin finds himself pondering Carlos's tattoos until Carlos points out a problem group of gojid who have been acting strangely. They're huddled around a beige-clawed gojid who has been utterly unresponsive to any attempts to communicate and usher him away whenever humans get close. Carlos wants Sovlin to figure out what that's about, convinced he's perhaps a politician or celebrity. Sovlin would know if he was though, and he thinks he might know what the real issue is. The group was probably caring for someone disabled, they seem worried what the humans might do if they find out.
Sovlin heads on over to talk to the group and ask what's wrong, and the group only relents when they realize he's Captain Sovlin, hero of the gojid. Talpin, the gojid they're huddled around, is deaf, hence the unresponsiveness. He can't understand a word the humans are saying because he can't hear them. His sister is resigned to the fact that the humans will find out and get rid of him eventually, but every hour she can buy for him is worth it in her eyes. Only a teenager, Sovlin feels sorry for him and resolves to lie to the humans to protect him. Wandering back on over to Carlos, he explains that no one is in danger, and that pressing further would get someone killed. Sam presses the matter anyway, demanding to know why he's acting weird while Carlos tries to reassure him that hurting people is an absolute last resort for them.
When Carlos assures him once more that whatever predator nonsense he's thinking is false, he finally blurts out that the kid is deaf. The humans are shocked, both by the outburst and how that's all the issue was. Sovlin watches in horror as Samantha and Carlos stride over to the group, scared that they might drag him away or even execute him in front of the crowd. The gojid stare at Sovlin with looks of utter betrayal as the humans approach, and the deaf gojid's sister starts shouting at him for being a traitor. But Samantha just starts trying to do sign language. It doesn't work, obviously, but she attempts it. The translators only work for verbal communication, unfortunately, so she asks his sister to try to signal to him that they're gonna work on a way of communicating with him directly.
Sovlin is floored by this. He couldn't fathom that humanity could care about the handicapped and disabled before, and now he's finding out humans have a language for speaking with other deaf humans. Samantha even has a deaf brother herself and gets pissed at Sovlin when he's like "wait, you had a deaf brother, and you kept him?" The lawyer, technically talking to the deaf gojid's sister, is overheard explaining to her about how one of humanity's greatest scientists was a quadriplegic for most of his life. Yes, this chapter was written before we found out Stephen Hawking had a thing for making naked midgets solve math problems on black boards that were too tall for them. But I choose to believe humanity collectively forgave him for that because it's funny.
Carlos and Samantha, pleased with what they saw, reveal that they actually had an alternate plan in mind. Since his remorse seems to be genuine, they're offering to give Sovlin a second chance. The UN could use his tactical brilliance, and they're looking to hire him on as community service. First job? Taking back the cradle, or what's left of it. Sovlin, in spite of his self pity, couldn't bare to leave even a few thousand gojid trapped in bunkers when he has the opportunity to help, and so he accepts.
The gojid DO have a religion, a nature spirit named the Great Protector who was believed to ward off predators. Sovlin had a hard time buying into it, especially since clearly there's no one watching out for the gojid now, but he decides against telling the humans their religion revolves around them going away. The van comes to a stop and they step out into the camp. First thing Sovlin sees is a tent where volunteers are helping refugees locate surviving family members, as hopeless as it may seem. The second thing he sees is that Sam is eating a banana. That surprises him, as does the concept of omnivores. His language has no equivalent to the word, in fact the idea of someone eating plants AND meat is unheard of to the federation.
Sovlin finds himself pondering Carlos's tattoos until Carlos points out a problem group of gojid who have been acting strangely. They're huddled around a beige-clawed gojid who has been utterly unresponsive to any attempts to communicate and usher him away whenever humans get close. Carlos wants Sovlin to figure out what that's about, convinced he's perhaps a politician or celebrity. Sovlin would know if he was though, and he thinks he might know what the real issue is. The group was probably caring for someone disabled, they seem worried what the humans might do if they find out.
Sovlin heads on over to talk to the group and ask what's wrong, and the group only relents when they realize he's Captain Sovlin, hero of the gojid. Talpin, the gojid they're huddled around, is deaf, hence the unresponsiveness. He can't understand a word the humans are saying because he can't hear them. His sister is resigned to the fact that the humans will find out and get rid of him eventually, but every hour she can buy for him is worth it in her eyes. Only a teenager, Sovlin feels sorry for him and resolves to lie to the humans to protect him. Wandering back on over to Carlos, he explains that no one is in danger, and that pressing further would get someone killed. Sam presses the matter anyway, demanding to know why he's acting weird while Carlos tries to reassure him that hurting people is an absolute last resort for them.
When Carlos assures him once more that whatever predator nonsense he's thinking is false, he finally blurts out that the kid is deaf. The humans are shocked, both by the outburst and how that's all the issue was. Sovlin watches in horror as Samantha and Carlos stride over to the group, scared that they might drag him away or even execute him in front of the crowd. The gojid stare at Sovlin with looks of utter betrayal as the humans approach, and the deaf gojid's sister starts shouting at him for being a traitor. But Samantha just starts trying to do sign language. It doesn't work, obviously, but she attempts it. The translators only work for verbal communication, unfortunately, so she asks his sister to try to signal to him that they're gonna work on a way of communicating with him directly.
Sovlin is floored by this. He couldn't fathom that humanity could care about the handicapped and disabled before, and now he's finding out humans have a language for speaking with other deaf humans. Samantha even has a deaf brother herself and gets pissed at Sovlin when he's like "wait, you had a deaf brother, and you kept him?" The lawyer, technically talking to the deaf gojid's sister, is overheard explaining to her about how one of humanity's greatest scientists was a quadriplegic for most of his life. Yes, this chapter was written before we found out Stephen Hawking had a thing for making naked midgets solve math problems on black boards that were too tall for them. But I choose to believe humanity collectively forgave him for that because it's funny.
Carlos and Samantha, pleased with what they saw, reveal that they actually had an alternate plan in mind. Since his remorse seems to be genuine, they're offering to give Sovlin a second chance. The UN could use his tactical brilliance, and they're looking to hire him on as community service. First job? Taking back the cradle, or what's left of it. Sovlin, in spite of his self pity, couldn't bare to leave even a few thousand gojid trapped in bunkers when he has the opportunity to help, and so he accepts.
Jumping back to Slanek, we find him separated from Marcel, who is still out and about after having left to visit Sovlin alone. Tyler is currently in charge of babysitting Nulia and Slanek has resolved to get used to humans on his own, without Marcel to soften the blows. Unable to sleep and against his better judgement he flips on the television and finds it on the news channel, where a reporter is shit talking the fed for making assumptions about humanity and taking offense at the mere existence of humanity. Slanek can't help but yell at her, even though he knows she can't hear him, since the venlil were on humanity's side.
Noah and Tarva haven't returned from the summit yet, as it turns out. Reasonable, as it's way out in the farther ends of space. The reporter speculates that Noah was probably killed and that maybe the fed deserved what the arxur did to them, if this is how the federation treats predators at first contact. Slanek is starting to get a case of the BIG MAD at the newslady, but is interrupted from his angy by Marcel returning home. They hug and Slanek asks him to finally explain what kind of predators humans are if not ambush predators.
Marcel goes on to explain that technically humanity has used every trick in the book to prey upon animals, but that they're really persistence predators. Just walking, running, chasing after prey until eventually the prey got tired and gave up. Slanek begins to imagine what that must be like, and comes to the decision that it's much crueler and scarier than just snapping up your prey and being done with it. He starts to cry at the thought of it but forces himself to stop after a bit. He doesn't want to let stupid, irrational phobias dictate how he feels around humans anymore, and comes to terms with the facts of what humans are. Marcel, seeing his reaction to the idea of walking around after prey until it dies, dreads the day Slanek finds out about factory farming.
They discuss things a little more. Marcel had to take a 200 question survey, an in-person interview, a background check, and a psych evalutation just to get approved to meet a Venlil. All Slanek had to do was volunteer. Seems there were way more humans willing to meet a venlil than the other way around. Turns out a lot of partners never made it past the first meeting. Many venlil fainted on first contact. One venlil even went berserk and stabbed her human with a pair of scissors, apparently. He was fine beyond the initial stab and declined to press charges, at least.
But now it's time to wrap up the duo's late night conversation, because Marcel has a proposition for Slanek. His fiance has been wanting him to come home now that he's back on Earth, and he's putting in a request to be transferred to Earth, in the event that it needs defending so he can be closer to home. And now he's offering Slanek to come live with him. Not permanently, but he's used to having the little guy around and would like it if he made himself at home with him. Not only that, but he's been in talks with Elias and the American State Department so that he can officially adopt Nulia. Slanek finds himself actually very happy with the offer. Some peace and quiet for a change, helping Marcel raise a child, and keeping Earth safe. It all sounds pretty great to him. (also free rent, slanek you cheap bastard)
Noah and Tarva haven't returned from the summit yet, as it turns out. Reasonable, as it's way out in the farther ends of space. The reporter speculates that Noah was probably killed and that maybe the fed deserved what the arxur did to them, if this is how the federation treats predators at first contact. Slanek is starting to get a case of the BIG MAD at the newslady, but is interrupted from his angy by Marcel returning home. They hug and Slanek asks him to finally explain what kind of predators humans are if not ambush predators.
Marcel goes on to explain that technically humanity has used every trick in the book to prey upon animals, but that they're really persistence predators. Just walking, running, chasing after prey until eventually the prey got tired and gave up. Slanek begins to imagine what that must be like, and comes to the decision that it's much crueler and scarier than just snapping up your prey and being done with it. He starts to cry at the thought of it but forces himself to stop after a bit. He doesn't want to let stupid, irrational phobias dictate how he feels around humans anymore, and comes to terms with the facts of what humans are. Marcel, seeing his reaction to the idea of walking around after prey until it dies, dreads the day Slanek finds out about factory farming.
They discuss things a little more. Marcel had to take a 200 question survey, an in-person interview, a background check, and a psych evalutation just to get approved to meet a Venlil. All Slanek had to do was volunteer. Seems there were way more humans willing to meet a venlil than the other way around. Turns out a lot of partners never made it past the first meeting. Many venlil fainted on first contact. One venlil even went berserk and stabbed her human with a pair of scissors, apparently. He was fine beyond the initial stab and declined to press charges, at least.
But now it's time to wrap up the duo's late night conversation, because Marcel has a proposition for Slanek. His fiance has been wanting him to come home now that he's back on Earth, and he's putting in a request to be transferred to Earth, in the event that it needs defending so he can be closer to home. And now he's offering Slanek to come live with him. Not permanently, but he's used to having the little guy around and would like it if he made himself at home with him. Not only that, but he's been in talks with Elias and the American State Department so that he can officially adopt Nulia. Slanek finds himself actually very happy with the offer. Some peace and quiet for a change, helping Marcel raise a child, and keeping Earth safe. It all sounds pretty great to him. (also free rent, slanek you cheap bastard)
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Rereading some of these chapters I actually kind of like Sovlin more than I did on the first read through. He's our guy, the shitposting racist amongst a universe of normies.
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A very quick summary of the first 30 chapters of NOP
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needs more greenscreens
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I know Ricearoni is eventually gonna drop one of their handy commentary posts, but I noticed 183 is out.
Kind of a weak chapter, tbh. I'm not sure we needed an entire POV of Tarva giving birth. Feels a little gratuitous. Tarva and Noah's relationship has already been fleshed out previously and we knew about the baby already. All in all a pretty dull chapter even for someone who actually likes Tarva and her nigger boyfriend.
Kind of a weak chapter, tbh. I'm not sure we needed an entire POV of Tarva giving birth. Feels a little gratuitous. Tarva and Noah's relationship has already been fleshed out previously and we knew about the baby already. All in all a pretty dull chapter even for someone who actually likes Tarva and her nigger boyfriend.
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tetraterezi
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i have read most of this thread, and i like the bear and the fox story.
my offering - The Golden Shrike
not finished, in progress, pretty, lacks sex, features deer
https://goldenshrike.thecomicseries.com/comics/first
i stumbled upon it via a youtube video ( YT algo calling my furry ass out, rood)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIkDeFZIsog&pp=ygUMZ2xkZW4gc2hyaWtl
my offering - The Golden Shrike
not finished, in progress, pretty, lacks sex, features deer
https://goldenshrike.thecomicseries.com/comics/first
i stumbled upon it via a youtube video ( YT algo calling my furry ass out, rood)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIkDeFZIsog&pp=ygUMZ2xkZW4gc2hyaWtl
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Not an update. I just needed to let everyone know that The Nature of Predators has concluded and the final words of the final chapter are "nature of predators" and that line was the Steven Universe Future of NoP, and I now hate this series and everything it stands for.
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I was in chat when he started reading it; he said "This is great" a few minutes before his jimmies got rustled and his predators got natured.
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of Predators
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My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined. Not only did we get no closure chapter for Slanek, but what we did get was just so so lame in quality compared to what I'd come to expect earlier in the series.
I dont know if I can excuse it as "things will be explained in the second volume", either. So disappointed.
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Hello fags, today I am going to share with you a short but sweet piece created by anonymous on the sofurry forums.
Plot synopsis:
Both tumblr and reddit are bipedal canines with colors matching their respective logos. Tumblrs house is littered with memes and homestuck fanart along with tacky kitchenware featuring Julius Cesar themed kitchen knifes. Reddit came to Tumblrs house to crash due to "landlord shit". Tumblr puts reddits clothes in the drier implying both are comfortable being semi nude around one another.
Sipping on tea, the landlord shit in question is an apartment flud due to the landlord attempting some invasive building renovations for a paid laundry business endeavor.
Tumblr goes r/landlord describing specific instances of landlord fuckery which involve a hot tub which was removed and tacky lawn decorations (like bitch who you calling tacky you literally have homestuck posters)
One landlord discussion and batch of clothes later they both grab some food to eat and cozy up to watch a unnamed movie Tumblr watched "a thousand times" with Reddit quite in character remarking "some of the memes on the walls make sense now."
After the movie they both grow tired and go to prepare for sleep, having a heart to heart in the end to solidify the close relationship to the reader.
But also subtly hinting that tumblr owns a baseball bat which she used on the last person who crashed here under similar circumstances.
Tumblr was woken from her otherwise peaceful nap by a knock on the door. Groggy, she sat up and yelled "In a minute!" before pulling a nearby shirt over her dark blue fur. Walking down the hall to the door, she spotted Reddit's car through the window. What the hell was he doing here at this time of day? He better not be trying to drag her into another-
She opened the door to the sight of a tired-looking and visibly upset red fox. His jeans were wet around the ankles, as if he had stepped in one too many puddles. Any animosity Tumblr had for him washed away.
"What the fuck happened to you?"
"Landlord shit, I need somewhere to stay for a bit. And also dry some clothes."
Tumblr let him in, and helped Reddit load the first batch of soaked clothes into her dryer. While they waited to start a second load, Tumblr went to the kitchen to make them both tea while Reddit sat on the couch. Tumblr's decorating was... eccentric, to say the least. He was only able to pick out a few things at a time from the chaos, including a plastic bust of Julius Caesar with knife handles glued to
it.A smattering of fandom art and memes were framed on the walls, and a surprising number featured these grey creatures with orange and yellow horns. Reddit doubted that she was very normal about them.
Tumblr brought the tea over to Reddit and sat down across from him. She asked how his landlord managed to flood his apartment. Reddit explained that his landlord wanted to replace the laundry machines in their apartments with paid laundry machines in the basement of the apartment complex. To add injury to more injury, the moron managed to break the water pipe feeding Reddit's washing machine, flooding his room and all the rooms below him. Thankfully, Reddit managed to save most of his possessions, but the apartment would obviously not be livable for a while.
Tumblr was all too familiar with landlord fuckery, having had the hot tub on the back porch removed, even though it was the whole reason she had rented the house in the first place. Her landlord had also littered the lawn with tacky lawn decorations to "keep the land value up" even though he didn't even keep the exterior paint maintained. Somehow every socket in any given room was connected to a different room's circuit breaker and some didn't even work at all.
The two canids spent some time venting about their landlords' various deficiencies. After the conversation had died down, Tumblr asked Reddit if he was hungry, and he replied that he was. A quick debate and phone call later, a large pepperoni pizza and some breadsticks were on their way. While they waited for the pizza, the first load of drying clothes was done, and Reddit loaded a second batch onto his host's dryer.
The pizza arrived, and both of them kicked back to watch a show Tumblr suggested. Reddit had never watched it, and judging from Tumblr's enthusiasm and having watched it "literally a thousand times" it must not be too bad. It turned out to be fairly good, and a handful of the memes plastered onto her walls were beginning to make sense now.
It was fairly late by the time they finished a couple of episodes. Reddit was already starting to drift off to sleep and decided to call it a night. Tumblr found a couple pillows and blankets to make her couch more comfortable while Reddit brushed his teeth. Tumblr checked in with Reddit one last time before finally heading to bed, but was stopped before she could leave the room.
"Hey- Thanks for letting me stay the night. It really means a lot to me."
Tumblr briefly remembered the bluejay in a similar situation as Reddit's, who she threatened with a baseball bat until he left.
"I'm always happy to help a friend."
She opened the door to the sight of a tired-looking and visibly upset red fox. His jeans were wet around the ankles, as if he had stepped in one too many puddles. Any animosity Tumblr had for him washed away.
"What the fuck happened to you?"
"Landlord shit, I need somewhere to stay for a bit. And also dry some clothes."
Tumblr let him in, and helped Reddit load the first batch of soaked clothes into her dryer. While they waited to start a second load, Tumblr went to the kitchen to make them both tea while Reddit sat on the couch. Tumblr's decorating was... eccentric, to say the least. He was only able to pick out a few things at a time from the chaos, including a plastic bust of Julius Caesar with knife handles glued to
it.A smattering of fandom art and memes were framed on the walls, and a surprising number featured these grey creatures with orange and yellow horns. Reddit doubted that she was very normal about them.
Tumblr brought the tea over to Reddit and sat down across from him. She asked how his landlord managed to flood his apartment. Reddit explained that his landlord wanted to replace the laundry machines in their apartments with paid laundry machines in the basement of the apartment complex. To add injury to more injury, the moron managed to break the water pipe feeding Reddit's washing machine, flooding his room and all the rooms below him. Thankfully, Reddit managed to save most of his possessions, but the apartment would obviously not be livable for a while.
Tumblr was all too familiar with landlord fuckery, having had the hot tub on the back porch removed, even though it was the whole reason she had rented the house in the first place. Her landlord had also littered the lawn with tacky lawn decorations to "keep the land value up" even though he didn't even keep the exterior paint maintained. Somehow every socket in any given room was connected to a different room's circuit breaker and some didn't even work at all.
The two canids spent some time venting about their landlords' various deficiencies. After the conversation had died down, Tumblr asked Reddit if he was hungry, and he replied that he was. A quick debate and phone call later, a large pepperoni pizza and some breadsticks were on their way. While they waited for the pizza, the first load of drying clothes was done, and Reddit loaded a second batch onto his host's dryer.
The pizza arrived, and both of them kicked back to watch a show Tumblr suggested. Reddit had never watched it, and judging from Tumblr's enthusiasm and having watched it "literally a thousand times" it must not be too bad. It turned out to be fairly good, and a handful of the memes plastered onto her walls were beginning to make sense now.
It was fairly late by the time they finished a couple of episodes. Reddit was already starting to drift off to sleep and decided to call it a night. Tumblr found a couple pillows and blankets to make her couch more comfortable while Reddit brushed his teeth. Tumblr checked in with Reddit one last time before finally heading to bed, but was stopped before she could leave the room.
"Hey- Thanks for letting me stay the night. It really means a lot to me."
Tumblr briefly remembered the bluejay in a similar situation as Reddit's, who she threatened with a baseball bat until he left.
"I'm always happy to help a friend."
Plot synopsis:
Both tumblr and reddit are bipedal canines with colors matching their respective logos. Tumblrs house is littered with memes and homestuck fanart along with tacky kitchenware featuring Julius Cesar themed kitchen knifes. Reddit came to Tumblrs house to crash due to "landlord shit". Tumblr puts reddits clothes in the drier implying both are comfortable being semi nude around one another.
Sipping on tea, the landlord shit in question is an apartment flud due to the landlord attempting some invasive building renovations for a paid laundry business endeavor.
Tumblr goes r/landlord describing specific instances of landlord fuckery which involve a hot tub which was removed and tacky lawn decorations (like bitch who you calling tacky you literally have homestuck posters)
One landlord discussion and batch of clothes later they both grab some food to eat and cozy up to watch a unnamed movie Tumblr watched "a thousand times" with Reddit quite in character remarking "some of the memes on the walls make sense now."
After the movie they both grow tired and go to prepare for sleep, having a heart to heart in the end to solidify the close relationship to the reader.
But also subtly hinting that tumblr owns a baseball bat which she used on the last person who crashed here under similar circumstances.
There's no apparent typos ruining the story and the writer is articulate. It's a cringe albeit positive story between two friends which is well summarized in the title of the piece.
Gave me a laugh despite being played straight, which is a plus in my book.
I give this story three krapples out of five crimpledimples.
Personal commentary:
Its alright for what it is. Cringe but that's why I'm here in the first place. I'm looking forward to what the next installments will bring because smut is allowed on the site so it's gonna get saucy.
If reddit doesn't give tumblr reddit gold by the end of the series I am going to eat my fingers.
Gave me a laugh despite being played straight, which is a plus in my book.
I give this story three krapples out of five crimpledimples.
Personal commentary:
Its alright for what it is. Cringe but that's why I'm here in the first place. I'm looking forward to what the next installments will bring because smut is allowed on the site so it's gonna get saucy.
If reddit doesn't give tumblr reddit gold by the end of the series I am going to eat my fingers.
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xXthrowawayaccountXx
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I've seen a lot of troon, and even some reddit stories popping up here. But you know what site/group hasn't had a submission brought here? 4chan.
And I think that's a shame. Because they tend to have some of the most interesting shit.
4chan is probably the worst place on the internet if you are trying to gain any sort of clout, fame, etc. Okay, maybe if you post on the popular board you can get a greentext stolen and posted on 100 different text to speech compilation channels.
But if you are posting somewhere, like /mlp/? You don't even have that. That means what you are left with is the people who are not swayed by any of that. Not money, not power, not fame. Just their drive to fuck and marry a cartoon horse, and their autistic 300+ page worldbuilding around it.
So, I decided to share one of the more "popular" greentexts floating around that board:
SQA-Non's
The Long and Short of It
Reading link: https://ponepaste.org/158
I was gonna add the titlecard image that another anon drew, but it was pretty islamic so I decided to just save your eyeballs.
Despite myself, I find that I actually enjoyed this. It got me to be invested in the characters. I joke about the two being sex dolls but they both have been pretty fleshed out in terms of character. It helps Anon isn't just the standard isekai "I'm ready to drop everything I know and love at the drop of a hat no question." protag, and it seems to revolve around all three of them.
If you enjoyed this, I have more shit I'm willing to share. There are more autistic stories on 4chan then this.
And I think that's a shame. Because they tend to have some of the most interesting shit.
4chan is probably the worst place on the internet if you are trying to gain any sort of clout, fame, etc. Okay, maybe if you post on the popular board you can get a greentext stolen and posted on 100 different text to speech compilation channels.
But if you are posting somewhere, like /mlp/? You don't even have that. That means what you are left with is the people who are not swayed by any of that. Not money, not power, not fame. Just their drive to fuck and marry a cartoon horse, and their autistic 300+ page worldbuilding around it.
So, I decided to share one of the more "popular" greentexts floating around that board:
SQA-Non's
The Long and Short of It
Reading link: https://ponepaste.org/158
I was gonna add the titlecard image that another anon drew, but it was pretty islamic so I decided to just save your eyeballs.
The story starts with Pike, the main sex doll of this story, playing some poker with her squad.
Oh, I should probably state that this story was part of the thread: "Reversed Gender Roles." Based around the idea that society is just a flipped around view of 1950's or so society, through the lens of how an incel subreddit would view that time period.
Pike's character is basically meant to be an overcompensating hardass. Physically overcompensating for her status as a literal manlet, but also figuratively by trying to adopt basically the stereotypical ideal of a chad. Trying as hard as possible to separate herself from anything seen as "boyish" (cooking, fashion, gardening, being seen as submissive), despite having some hard repressed desires otherwise.
We see her poker game a bit, her sweeping the game and sending a rookie on the force to the "blue shift". Until our perspective shifts to Anon.
Anon, our main character, is quite frankly not enjoying his time in magical horse land. Partly from being down two hands and up one horse dong, partly from being ripped away from everything he knows and loves. It doesn't help that he can't really make any friends. His "Tomgirl" demeanor means he can't really connect to any of the men in this new world, but he also has a wall between him and any of the women, being that most of them see him as an exotic fuck, but also quickly tire of him after he doesn't conform enough to the way they believe he should act.
So he's drinking alone until Pike comes in, scene right.
They proceed to engage in the most despicable act of all: long term non-sexual bonding. Oh, they do have horse sex, but most of the time is just hanging out, getting to know each other, stuff that Pike wasn't getting from miles of random hookups.
The story goes on, we see Anon's days at his job. He's a journalist, but he's essentially just a diversity hire/eye candy. Being made to write slop fashion articles that his boss doesn't even read before printing. He also has to wear a ball bra every day. It's literally a bra for your testicles. He does not like this.
Oh yeah, his boss is literally a parody of J Jonah Jameson, too.
It's at the office that we meet the editor, and sex doll number two, Cut N Paste.
Cut was originally not going to be part of the roster, just focusing on just Pike and Anon, but reader demand made them reconsider. The pony society is actually polyamorous, but Anon, despite what retards on the internet say, is from a species and culture that is built to be monogamous.
Cut herself is basically the Equestrian version of an ugly bastard in a porno. To be extremely graphic, ponies in this universe have chest tits, but they are considered universally ugly because they look like balls. And Cut has fucking massive ones. It doesn't help that she basically used to be a complete NEET, and basically just being a gender swapped typical nerdy loser.
Eventually she joins the party, and it's not smooth sailing. Despite what I've said, Cut is actually the least neurotic of the group. Anon is continuing to struggle with being from earth, especially with earth references just popping out of the woodwork without rhyme or reason (He straight up finds a Blockbuster, a mom and pop store run by Block Buster. It looks exactly as he remembered it.). As well as continuing to struggle with polygamy, because he struggles with the idea that he's basically "replacing" Pike and if he doesn't basically divide his love into exact, measurement perfect halves then everything explodes and everyone leaves him. Pike also has to deal with the mask she puts on, after so much time being able to let her guard down in private.
The story is unfinished, but still updates. Maybe the creator drops off the face of the earth, maybe not.
Oh, I should probably state that this story was part of the thread: "Reversed Gender Roles." Based around the idea that society is just a flipped around view of 1950's or so society, through the lens of how an incel subreddit would view that time period.
Pike's character is basically meant to be an overcompensating hardass. Physically overcompensating for her status as a literal manlet, but also figuratively by trying to adopt basically the stereotypical ideal of a chad. Trying as hard as possible to separate herself from anything seen as "boyish" (cooking, fashion, gardening, being seen as submissive), despite having some hard repressed desires otherwise.
We see her poker game a bit, her sweeping the game and sending a rookie on the force to the "blue shift". Until our perspective shifts to Anon.
Anon, our main character, is quite frankly not enjoying his time in magical horse land. Partly from being down two hands and up one horse dong, partly from being ripped away from everything he knows and loves. It doesn't help that he can't really make any friends. His "Tomgirl" demeanor means he can't really connect to any of the men in this new world, but he also has a wall between him and any of the women, being that most of them see him as an exotic fuck, but also quickly tire of him after he doesn't conform enough to the way they believe he should act.
So he's drinking alone until Pike comes in, scene right.
They proceed to engage in the most despicable act of all: long term non-sexual bonding. Oh, they do have horse sex, but most of the time is just hanging out, getting to know each other, stuff that Pike wasn't getting from miles of random hookups.
The story goes on, we see Anon's days at his job. He's a journalist, but he's essentially just a diversity hire/eye candy. Being made to write slop fashion articles that his boss doesn't even read before printing. He also has to wear a ball bra every day. It's literally a bra for your testicles. He does not like this.
Oh yeah, his boss is literally a parody of J Jonah Jameson, too.
It's at the office that we meet the editor, and sex doll number two, Cut N Paste.
Cut was originally not going to be part of the roster, just focusing on just Pike and Anon, but reader demand made them reconsider. The pony society is actually polyamorous, but Anon, despite what retards on the internet say, is from a species and culture that is built to be monogamous.
Cut herself is basically the Equestrian version of an ugly bastard in a porno. To be extremely graphic, ponies in this universe have chest tits, but they are considered universally ugly because they look like balls. And Cut has fucking massive ones. It doesn't help that she basically used to be a complete NEET, and basically just being a gender swapped typical nerdy loser.
Eventually she joins the party, and it's not smooth sailing. Despite what I've said, Cut is actually the least neurotic of the group. Anon is continuing to struggle with being from earth, especially with earth references just popping out of the woodwork without rhyme or reason (He straight up finds a Blockbuster, a mom and pop store run by Block Buster. It looks exactly as he remembered it.). As well as continuing to struggle with polygamy, because he struggles with the idea that he's basically "replacing" Pike and if he doesn't basically divide his love into exact, measurement perfect halves then everything explodes and everyone leaves him. Pike also has to deal with the mask she puts on, after so much time being able to let her guard down in private.
The story is unfinished, but still updates. Maybe the creator drops off the face of the earth, maybe not.
Despite myself, I find that I actually enjoyed this. It got me to be invested in the characters. I joke about the two being sex dolls but they both have been pretty fleshed out in terms of character. It helps Anon isn't just the standard isekai "I'm ready to drop everything I know and love at the drop of a hat no question." protag, and it seems to revolve around all three of them.
If you enjoyed this, I have more shit I'm willing to share. There are more autistic stories on 4chan then this.
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I apologize for the long wait
The Nature of Predators Part 7
Welcome back once again to The Nature of Predators. It's been a while since my last post (I got sick don't blame me) so let's recap the events leading us into the next few chapters. Noah and Tarva, alongside Recel, Sovlin's protege-turned-traitor made a trip to a large galactic conference to plead humanity's case and after significant deliberation they vote to not immediately murder humanity. Now with a few diplomets in tow they're making their way back to Venlil Prime to begin diplomatic discussions. On the flip side, Marcel and Slanek recently had to evac from one of humanity's outposts on the cradle, home of the gojid, after the arxur took the chance to begin razing the planet to the ground. Sovlin, during all this, turns himself in on Earth out of guilt, but is soon recruited by the UN because his expertise will come in handy on their next mission: Taking back the cradle. With that refresher in mind then, let's go now to one of the transport ships carrying Noah, Tarva, and half the diplomats back home and check in on things.Tarva is already making plans to communicate back with the UN the second they exit Federation space and can make outbound calls again. On top of that humanity would soon have a proper embassy on Venlil Prime, though she's not planning on granting every country an embassy, she'll let humans fight amongst themselves on who gets to have one. Her thoughts turn to Noah, he seems to already be doing much better now that he's got a few fresh minds to speak with. He's currently discussing the ISS station with the mazic ambassador and how humanity got its start on cooperating in the stars. After the mazic asks about humanity's refusal to unify he goes on to explain how humanity has a wide range of diverse cultures and how it's very difficult to get them to abide under the same laws, regardless of freedom of belief.
We get a short headcount here, Noah, Tarva, Tossa the nevok, Cupo the mazic, Laulo the yotul, Chauson the zurulian, and Axsely the sivkit. They all discuss humanity's culture and wars a while until there's a loud, rattling noise in the ships walls that's become quite concerningly loud. Tarva suggests a diagnostic scan but Laulo immediately asserts it's coming from the cooling shaft. This of course incites another argument when the other diplomats shittalk him for being primitive, clearly he wouldn't know anything about a ship. To the yotul's surprise, Noah comes to his defense rather than join the beatdown, and once the argument is ended by Axsely breaking out into terrified sobbing, they get to work figuring out the issue.
Sure enough, there's a leak in the cooling pipe. It's gonna require someone to go on a spacewalk to fix it. Noah volunteers but Tarva stops him. This clearly isn't bad luck, this is deliberate sabotage, and she's worried someone on the ship might be trying to seperate Noah from the diplomats. Tarva and Noah take a moment to try to figure out who it could've been, if they were aboard the ship at all. Tarva rules out Chauson, he's too kind to Noah to want to hurt him. Noah needs a little convincing that it's not a front, but he eventually agrees. Since they feel like they can trust him, they agree to leave everyone in the dark about the sabotage until they know for sure, and Tarva scampers off to get Chauson and bring him into the discussion.
We get a short headcount here, Noah, Tarva, Tossa the nevok, Cupo the mazic, Laulo the yotul, Chauson the zurulian, and Axsely the sivkit. They all discuss humanity's culture and wars a while until there's a loud, rattling noise in the ships walls that's become quite concerningly loud. Tarva suggests a diagnostic scan but Laulo immediately asserts it's coming from the cooling shaft. This of course incites another argument when the other diplomats shittalk him for being primitive, clearly he wouldn't know anything about a ship. To the yotul's surprise, Noah comes to his defense rather than join the beatdown, and once the argument is ended by Axsely breaking out into terrified sobbing, they get to work figuring out the issue.
Sure enough, there's a leak in the cooling pipe. It's gonna require someone to go on a spacewalk to fix it. Noah volunteers but Tarva stops him. This clearly isn't bad luck, this is deliberate sabotage, and she's worried someone on the ship might be trying to seperate Noah from the diplomats. Tarva and Noah take a moment to try to figure out who it could've been, if they were aboard the ship at all. Tarva rules out Chauson, he's too kind to Noah to want to hurt him. Noah needs a little convincing that it's not a front, but he eventually agrees. Since they feel like they can trust him, they agree to leave everyone in the dark about the sabotage until they know for sure, and Tarva scampers off to get Chauson and bring him into the discussion.
Chauson has been let in on the situation, and is currently gearing up in a little space suit (with a little magnetic toolbox for his quadripedal form since he can't exactly lug it around by hand) while discussing the matter with Tarva and Noah. The second the little guy is launched out the airlock Noah confides that he looked adorable (Zurulians look like goofy little teddy bears, apparently, and seeing him march around in a space suit was too much for Noah to handle.) Tarva teases Noah about thinking everything is cute and Noah confesses that he's sure that even baby arxur are adorable.
But it's back to business and now they're working out who's SUSSY and who is not. First is Cupo. He's not Noah's biggest fan, but he's also the planetary leader of the mazic homeworld. If they were going to send someone on a suicide mission, it definitely wouldn't be him. Probably not Tossa, the nevok have too much to gain from being contracted with a fledgling armada in need of ships. Axsely hasn't spoken so much as a word since getting aboard the ship, and was currently too busy crying to be much of a threat. Noah writes her off, the only thing the sivkit are guilty of is making poor choices in diplomats. That just leaves Laulo. It immediately dawns on Tarva that Laulo instantly knew what the problem was, before diagnostics were ever run. The only thing that doesn't make sense is why he would disrupt his own sabotage, if it really was him. This really pisses Noah off, he actually really liked the yotul ambassador and the fact that it was probably him makes him angy.
Still, they need to maintain appearances, at least for now, and so they head back out and address the diplomats while Chauson works to patch up the cooling shaft.
But it's back to business and now they're working out who's SUSSY and who is not. First is Cupo. He's not Noah's biggest fan, but he's also the planetary leader of the mazic homeworld. If they were going to send someone on a suicide mission, it definitely wouldn't be him. Probably not Tossa, the nevok have too much to gain from being contracted with a fledgling armada in need of ships. Axsely hasn't spoken so much as a word since getting aboard the ship, and was currently too busy crying to be much of a threat. Noah writes her off, the only thing the sivkit are guilty of is making poor choices in diplomats. That just leaves Laulo. It immediately dawns on Tarva that Laulo instantly knew what the problem was, before diagnostics were ever run. The only thing that doesn't make sense is why he would disrupt his own sabotage, if it really was him. This really pisses Noah off, he actually really liked the yotul ambassador and the fact that it was probably him makes him angy.
Still, they need to maintain appearances, at least for now, and so they head back out and address the diplomats while Chauson works to patch up the cooling shaft.
Captain Sovlin is tied to a pyre, surrounded by charred gojid corpses. It's too late for them, and he knows he's next. All he can do is sit there in terror as hundreds of humans pour out from the dark, grinning sadistically. Carlos, leading the lot of them, laughing as the gojid refugees burn, walks up to him and begins to turn the spit, lowering him towards the flame underneath. Sovlin screams for him to stop until eventually he awakens and finds himself on a human ship, screaming at a concerned looking Carlos. Just a bad dream, it seems. They're actually on a human ship, currently making their way towards the cradle.
Carlos gets Sovlin up and takes him out to the bridge where the captain is currently making plans to pierce through a group of bombers to clear a path to the surface. Battle begins and they start taking pot shots at the arxur ships before Sovlin notices their aim is off while targeting a particularly explosive laden bomber. He works up the courage to redirect their aim towards the ship's underbelly, and sure enough the heavy bomber goes up in flame. The captain thanks him for his insight and he feels a bit better knowing that they at least share the common goal of wanting the grays very much dead.
Carlos gets Sovlin up and takes him out to the bridge where the captain is currently making plans to pierce through a group of bombers to clear a path to the surface. Battle begins and they start taking pot shots at the arxur ships before Sovlin notices their aim is off while targeting a particularly explosive laden bomber. He works up the courage to redirect their aim towards the ship's underbelly, and sure enough the heavy bomber goes up in flame. The captain thanks him for his insight and he feels a bit better knowing that they at least share the common goal of wanting the grays very much dead.
The space combat is in full swing now, human ships built for speed hooking around and blitzing the slower bombers from a distance before zipping back out of range. Apparently they've got new ablative armor that can burn away with plasma fire when hit so that's neat. Kinda like heat shields for reentry. With the venlil designs worked into human ships, humanity is standing a much better chance in direct combat with arxur and the fleets are more or less even so far. The ship Sovlin finds himself on starts taking a beating and retreats to humanity's flagship, the UNS Lovecraft (Don't ask humans what he named his cat!). The Lovecraft is decidedly human in origin and absolutely hulking in its size. It carries two railguns instead of the federation standard single railgun, this is noted to reduce their power but the increased fire rate was well worth it.
The Lovecraft starts mowing down incoming arxur and the stalemate finally breaks in favor of humanity as they start drifting off to the next distress call. The ship Sovlin's on didn't make it out unscathed however, a rear compartment is venting atmosphere and had to be shut off to maintain integrity of the ship. With their hull compromised they're forced to hang back and take on a supporting role in the conflict. Scanning for weakened targets to blast from afar, Sovlin takes notice of a ship that's retreating from the combat. There's only one type of arxur ship that'd be avoiding battle. With a heavy heart he asks the crew to destroy the cattle ship, to spare the gojid aboard the grizzly fate that awaits them.
Humanity don't fuck with that baby coward shit. You remember that one quest in Fallout New Vegas? The one where the NCR asks you to mercy kill the soldiers strung up on crosses in view of their camp? But instead you and Boone say fuck that and break into the camp, slaughter the legion, and get their asses out alive. That's more or less what the captain of the ship decides when Sovlin tells her that, so they blast the ship's propulsion and prepare a breach team. Carlos volunteers cause he wants to take a crack at the grays personally, and Sovlin volunteers too, since the captured gojid will need someone to calm them down. The captain isn't pleased about putting him in harm's way, but he's got a point. If anything would calm down a scared ship full of injured civilians, it'd be their hero busting down the door and saving the day.
The Lovecraft starts mowing down incoming arxur and the stalemate finally breaks in favor of humanity as they start drifting off to the next distress call. The ship Sovlin's on didn't make it out unscathed however, a rear compartment is venting atmosphere and had to be shut off to maintain integrity of the ship. With their hull compromised they're forced to hang back and take on a supporting role in the conflict. Scanning for weakened targets to blast from afar, Sovlin takes notice of a ship that's retreating from the combat. There's only one type of arxur ship that'd be avoiding battle. With a heavy heart he asks the crew to destroy the cattle ship, to spare the gojid aboard the grizzly fate that awaits them.
Humanity don't fuck with that baby coward shit. You remember that one quest in Fallout New Vegas? The one where the NCR asks you to mercy kill the soldiers strung up on crosses in view of their camp? But instead you and Boone say fuck that and break into the camp, slaughter the legion, and get their asses out alive. That's more or less what the captain of the ship decides when Sovlin tells her that, so they blast the ship's propulsion and prepare a breach team. Carlos volunteers cause he wants to take a crack at the grays personally, and Sovlin volunteers too, since the captured gojid will need someone to calm them down. The captain isn't pleased about putting him in harm's way, but he's got a point. If anything would calm down a scared ship full of injured civilians, it'd be their hero busting down the door and saving the day.
Sovlin's all geared up now in a human ballistics vest. It's not a very good fit, it's tight on his spines yet loose on his body. It's better than not having the vest, but not by much. Samantha joined in on the breach team too it seems, though she's not as big of a fan of Sovlin as Carlos is. The transport is paralyzed so all that's left is to get on the ship and take it over. By Sovlin's metrics there's between 2-3 dozen grays to gun down aboard the ship so they've got their work cut out for them. Sam calls Sovlin a racist but Sovlin ignores her and asks for a gun so he can join the fighting. Of course his request is denied since most of the humans don't trust him at all.
Boarding begins. The ship isn't locked so they set up a vac sealed tunnel to funnel their soldiers in through the airlock. A few off-guard arxur get caught up in the breaching sweepthrough and get gunned down without a fight. The team leader nearly gets ventilated checking a corner as a hailstorm of bullets whiz past where his head has just peeked. 8-9 grays, arming themselves and watching the entrance. A smoke grenade is tossed to disrupt the sightline and they press in. A few arxur fire wildly into the smoke but the noise they're making only earns them a few stray rounds themselves. Hard to tell if any die but a few definitely got hit. They press in and find some cover and the arxur start falling back. Samantha pops one in the back while it's retreating and when the coast is clear one of the squad members dumps an entire magazine into the twitching gray's head.
Sovlin finds himself musing how the weakness of fighting prey in direct combat has made arxur soldiers complacent, unused to soldiers who fight back so fiercely. His musings are cut short however, when the PA system crackles to life. A gravelly voice speaks, greeting their fellow hunters and apologizing for stealing their catch. If they had realized their intrusion sooner they would've offered to split their haul of gojid slaves. Carlos spots a camera watching them, nudges Sovlin and points at it, then flips it off. The entire squad catches on and they all flip off the camera before Carlos tells the arxur to go fuck himself. A formal human greeting, of course.
The arxur is undeterred however, and offers to let humanity join the fight against the federation. Plenty of food to go around after all. This just provokes Carlos to shoot the camera though. Still, Sovlin considers whether humanity might actually side with the arxur, if it meant saving Earth. The leader raises a fist and halts the squad though. Arxur ahead, gathering in the deck below. A grenade gets yeeted down into the room ahead, the gurgling scream of a gray's throat full of blood and shrapnel rings out before another nade is tossed into the deck. Afterwards they move up and begin to press into the room. A cafeteria it seems. Sovlin is mildly morbidly amused that eating people is apparently a communal activity.
Several humans go down in the ensuing firefight and get dragged behind cover to stymy the bleeding as best they can as others take their place and keep up the conflict. Sovlin can't help but notice his presence is incredibly distracting to the arxur, they break focus of human targets when they see him. Must be like a christmas dinner waltzing into the middle of no man's land. He notices a duo of arxur attempting to flank Carlos and a few other humans, his words of warning are unheard over the frenzied firefight. Thinking fast, he spots a gored arxur corpse and lunges for its rifle. As he wrenches it away from the corpse's cold dead hands one of the human soldiers takes a shot in the back of the neck. The humans won't be able to react in time before they're mowed down so Sovlin grits his teeth and starts blasting. 5 shots. 2 hit. Just enough to put one of the pair down and send the other reeling as his buddy topples into him. Another soldier takes the gray's head off his shoulders with a well placed shot.
Samantha thanks him for saving Carlos but is also pissed he disobeyed orders so she takes the gun away. Things are getting bleak on all sides, humans and arxur alike spilling blood and wrecking the cafeteria until eventually... the shooting stops. Sovlin peeks out from behind cover. The sound of metal skidding across the floor assaults his ears. Grays stand up from out of cover one after the other.
The arxur are surrendering.
Boarding begins. The ship isn't locked so they set up a vac sealed tunnel to funnel their soldiers in through the airlock. A few off-guard arxur get caught up in the breaching sweepthrough and get gunned down without a fight. The team leader nearly gets ventilated checking a corner as a hailstorm of bullets whiz past where his head has just peeked. 8-9 grays, arming themselves and watching the entrance. A smoke grenade is tossed to disrupt the sightline and they press in. A few arxur fire wildly into the smoke but the noise they're making only earns them a few stray rounds themselves. Hard to tell if any die but a few definitely got hit. They press in and find some cover and the arxur start falling back. Samantha pops one in the back while it's retreating and when the coast is clear one of the squad members dumps an entire magazine into the twitching gray's head.
Sovlin finds himself musing how the weakness of fighting prey in direct combat has made arxur soldiers complacent, unused to soldiers who fight back so fiercely. His musings are cut short however, when the PA system crackles to life. A gravelly voice speaks, greeting their fellow hunters and apologizing for stealing their catch. If they had realized their intrusion sooner they would've offered to split their haul of gojid slaves. Carlos spots a camera watching them, nudges Sovlin and points at it, then flips it off. The entire squad catches on and they all flip off the camera before Carlos tells the arxur to go fuck himself. A formal human greeting, of course.
The arxur is undeterred however, and offers to let humanity join the fight against the federation. Plenty of food to go around after all. This just provokes Carlos to shoot the camera though. Still, Sovlin considers whether humanity might actually side with the arxur, if it meant saving Earth. The leader raises a fist and halts the squad though. Arxur ahead, gathering in the deck below. A grenade gets yeeted down into the room ahead, the gurgling scream of a gray's throat full of blood and shrapnel rings out before another nade is tossed into the deck. Afterwards they move up and begin to press into the room. A cafeteria it seems. Sovlin is mildly morbidly amused that eating people is apparently a communal activity.
Several humans go down in the ensuing firefight and get dragged behind cover to stymy the bleeding as best they can as others take their place and keep up the conflict. Sovlin can't help but notice his presence is incredibly distracting to the arxur, they break focus of human targets when they see him. Must be like a christmas dinner waltzing into the middle of no man's land. He notices a duo of arxur attempting to flank Carlos and a few other humans, his words of warning are unheard over the frenzied firefight. Thinking fast, he spots a gored arxur corpse and lunges for its rifle. As he wrenches it away from the corpse's cold dead hands one of the human soldiers takes a shot in the back of the neck. The humans won't be able to react in time before they're mowed down so Sovlin grits his teeth and starts blasting. 5 shots. 2 hit. Just enough to put one of the pair down and send the other reeling as his buddy topples into him. Another soldier takes the gray's head off his shoulders with a well placed shot.
Samantha thanks him for saving Carlos but is also pissed he disobeyed orders so she takes the gun away. Things are getting bleak on all sides, humans and arxur alike spilling blood and wrecking the cafeteria until eventually... the shooting stops. Sovlin peeks out from behind cover. The sound of metal skidding across the floor assaults his ears. Grays stand up from out of cover one after the other.
The arxur are surrendering.
...Hey uh, why's the post still going? I said the thing. What? We're doing another 5? Why? Alright fine, fine, whatever, don't get your knickers in a twist.
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The surrendering arxur comply with the humans demands without question, getting on the ground and cuffing themselves when instructed to do so. Sovlin thinks the humans must've earned the respect of the arxur or something, in hundreds of years, the federation has not managed to capture a single arxur alive, let alone reason with them. Sovlin asks Carlos what he'd do with the arxur prisoners if he were in charge, and he'd probably throw them in their pen. He wonders aloud if they taste like gator or if they'd make a good pair of boots. Sovlin's a bit taken aback at Carlos casually suggesting eating sapients, even if it's the arxur, but overlooks it and simply responds he doesn't think they'd make good boots.
No, if he was in charge, he'd inflict as much agony as he could, then blow its brains out once it was wrung of anything useful. Samantha snarks that she already knows that's exactly what he'd do and Sovlin takes a moment to reflect on the fact that that's more or less what he was going for with Marcel. Carlos and Sovlin briefly discuss that moment before a younger arxur soldier gives up where the gojid are being kept. They step through the kitchen, where a few of the gojid were already strung up, gutted, and eaten by the crew. Sovlin loses his lunch when he sees a young gojid among the dead, and Carlos nearly joins him.
They find a single guard hiding in the cargo bay, apparently unaware of the surrender. They gun him down and Sovlin can't help but notice the young captive arxur's eyes lingering on his dead comrade a little longer than he expected. The moment is cut short when a UN soldier slips and accidentally rams the butt of his gun full force into the back of the arxur's head for forgetting to mention the guard. Oopsy daisy. Cages full of gojid packed to the brim, squealing children and adults begging for help, the ones on the bottom unresponsive, simply giving up and letting themselves be crushed into the floor. The humans start cutting open the cages while Sovlin tries to calm the terrified captives, especially the more superstitious ones. He assures them that if a predator seeked to rise above their primal urges then surely the Great Protector would want to gojid to aid them in the pursuit. One by one, gojid funnel out of the cages, being offered food and water as they're helped out.
No, if he was in charge, he'd inflict as much agony as he could, then blow its brains out once it was wrung of anything useful. Samantha snarks that she already knows that's exactly what he'd do and Sovlin takes a moment to reflect on the fact that that's more or less what he was going for with Marcel. Carlos and Sovlin briefly discuss that moment before a younger arxur soldier gives up where the gojid are being kept. They step through the kitchen, where a few of the gojid were already strung up, gutted, and eaten by the crew. Sovlin loses his lunch when he sees a young gojid among the dead, and Carlos nearly joins him.
They find a single guard hiding in the cargo bay, apparently unaware of the surrender. They gun him down and Sovlin can't help but notice the young captive arxur's eyes lingering on his dead comrade a little longer than he expected. The moment is cut short when a UN soldier slips and accidentally rams the butt of his gun full force into the back of the arxur's head for forgetting to mention the guard. Oopsy daisy. Cages full of gojid packed to the brim, squealing children and adults begging for help, the ones on the bottom unresponsive, simply giving up and letting themselves be crushed into the floor. The humans start cutting open the cages while Sovlin tries to calm the terrified captives, especially the more superstitious ones. He assures them that if a predator seeked to rise above their primal urges then surely the Great Protector would want to gojid to aid them in the pursuit. One by one, gojid funnel out of the cages, being offered food and water as they're helped out.
Finally, a break from the action, because absolutely nobody wanted those questions answered just yet. We find ourselves with Tarva once more, now finally back on Venlil Prime. The coolant shaft was most definitely external tampering but more concerning is that Recel's ship also never showed up. A search party has been sent out to try to locate him and the other diplomats aboard the ship. Also the sivkit ambassador immediately ran off the ship and is hiding in the bushes now. Now's not the time to address that though. Venlil and human journalists alike have ambushed the governor and are bombarding her with questions. She bats them off and tells them that for now the council has voted to spare humanity, though the krakotl are apparently mustering a fleet, potentially with the intent to attack Earth.
She's got a meeting to attend with the generals, her own and the humans. She's just finding out that the cradle was glassed and now those undecided votes are almost definitely going to become no votes once accusations of working with the arxur start to fly. Luckily, as we already know, a counter offensive has begun to retake the cradle, so if that goes well they may be able to salvage their reputation on that front. After catching Tarva up to speed she gives her people the go ahead to pull the yotul diplomat aside for questioning, preferably without making a scene. With affairs sorted, her thoughts turn to Recel. She really hopes he's just lost.
She's got a meeting to attend with the generals, her own and the humans. She's just finding out that the cradle was glassed and now those undecided votes are almost definitely going to become no votes once accusations of working with the arxur start to fly. Luckily, as we already know, a counter offensive has begun to retake the cradle, so if that goes well they may be able to salvage their reputation on that front. After catching Tarva up to speed she gives her people the go ahead to pull the yotul diplomat aside for questioning, preferably without making a scene. With affairs sorted, her thoughts turn to Recel. She really hopes he's just lost.
A few hours later the diplomats are ushered into the briefing room after Cupo had been accusing humans of kidnapping Laulo. He was starting to freak people out so they're finally bringing the diplomats in on the situation, mostly to get Cupo to shut the fuck up. Axsely was herded up too and is currently doped up on a light sedative so she stops screaming (Instead she's just kinda sobbing. Tarva can't help but agree that the sivkit pick poor diplomats.) Laulo's only been detained for now, they've yet to actually question him so he's just sitting in a cell awaiting for someone to come talk to him. The diplomats agree to listen and after being briefed on the matter at hand, it's revealed that the scouts found an emergency data buoy floating out in space transmitting a message.
It has a video message, from Recel. The ship is sweltering hot and filled with thick smoke. He's visibly fighting delirium from inhaling the smoke, in order to record this message. He goes on to explain that the warp drive caught fire. The core is burning and there's no hope of repairs. Not even the emergency shutdown is working. Once it reaches critical levels it's going to burst like a bomb and kill everyone aboard. They've got hours at the most so he begins recording his final message. He's made peace with his death, spending his last few days fighting for a chance to end the federation's centuries long way in his lifetime. He knows people will try to silence his version of the events surrounding Marcel's treatment and expresses that his only regret was not acting sooner, and that he'll never get the chance to apologize in person. He hopes the galaxy gives them a chance, no other species would be able to endure what humanity has.
"You're strong. You're predators. Maybe that's a good thing."
He struggles to breathe. Time is running out for him.
"Kick some Arxur ass for me, humans. Leave a little less ugly in the galaxy. I have faith in you..."
Static.
Cupo breaks the stunned silence by demanding that they get a ship out there to save Recel. Noah volunteers to fly it himself. It's too late though, the video is three days old and there's nothing to find now but stray atoms that had once been apart of the life aboard the ship. Tarva loses her cool and turns on the intercom in Laulo's cell, demanding to know why he betrayed them. He's insistent that he didn't. Turns out he and the representative who was a no-show caught the saboteur red handed. The no show ran off but Laulo, in his infinite wisdom, simply decided to tell nobody so that he could take credit for saving the life of a human when he fixed it himself. He just wanted to appear competent in front of his new friend.
But now that he's got a chance to speak, he admits who did it. It was none other than the Kolshians, who had pushed for humanity to be given a chance in the first place. No one else had complete unfettered access to the ships but them. They tried to kill Noah and the ambassadors, and successfully killed off the traitor, Recel. Looks like his pardon was just for show after all. So much for being impartial diplomatic figures.
It has a video message, from Recel. The ship is sweltering hot and filled with thick smoke. He's visibly fighting delirium from inhaling the smoke, in order to record this message. He goes on to explain that the warp drive caught fire. The core is burning and there's no hope of repairs. Not even the emergency shutdown is working. Once it reaches critical levels it's going to burst like a bomb and kill everyone aboard. They've got hours at the most so he begins recording his final message. He's made peace with his death, spending his last few days fighting for a chance to end the federation's centuries long way in his lifetime. He knows people will try to silence his version of the events surrounding Marcel's treatment and expresses that his only regret was not acting sooner, and that he'll never get the chance to apologize in person. He hopes the galaxy gives them a chance, no other species would be able to endure what humanity has.
"You're strong. You're predators. Maybe that's a good thing."
He struggles to breathe. Time is running out for him.
"Kick some Arxur ass for me, humans. Leave a little less ugly in the galaxy. I have faith in you..."
Static.
Cupo breaks the stunned silence by demanding that they get a ship out there to save Recel. Noah volunteers to fly it himself. It's too late though, the video is three days old and there's nothing to find now but stray atoms that had once been apart of the life aboard the ship. Tarva loses her cool and turns on the intercom in Laulo's cell, demanding to know why he betrayed them. He's insistent that he didn't. Turns out he and the representative who was a no-show caught the saboteur red handed. The no show ran off but Laulo, in his infinite wisdom, simply decided to tell nobody so that he could take credit for saving the life of a human when he fixed it himself. He just wanted to appear competent in front of his new friend.
But now that he's got a chance to speak, he admits who did it. It was none other than the Kolshians, who had pushed for humanity to be given a chance in the first place. No one else had complete unfettered access to the ships but them. They tried to kill Noah and the ambassadors, and successfully killed off the traitor, Recel. Looks like his pardon was just for show after all. So much for being impartial diplomatic figures.
Heading back to Sovlin we learn that the cradle was liberated off-page. I would've loved to see more of that but apparently with their ship crippled they ended up missing all the fun anyway. The captain is briefing Sovlin on how human interrogation works, namely that they might play the part of the "fellow predator" just to get the prisoner talking. He's gonna be allowed to sit in on an interrogation, it seems, since he'd be able to provide context. The arxur captain starts off the interrogation with a roar. The interrogator is unphased by it, which pleases the captain. He had to be sure humans were predators, a prey species would be pissing themselves right now. They exchange names and pleasantries and the interrogator asks about first contact with the feds and the arxur.
The arxur gets into a bit of backstory here. They were on there fourth world war at the time and the Northwest Bloc, a faction dedicated to reclaiming ancestral greatness, began working under Laznel, now known as The Prophet, to enact worldwide eugenics in the search of Betterment. Lesser races, dispositions, health, etc. were all genocided in pursuit of a stronger Arxur. The Federation steps in at this point, insisting that they would save the arxur from the wars that ensued. Setting aside their differences the Bloc and the Charter, their rivals, signed some peace treaties while they investigated the tech the feds dropped off on their planet.
Among it was medical science that extended their lifespans, which along with the peace on their planet, meant they were starting to face a population boom, and their food production was struggling to meet demands. So the arxur asked the federation for help. In response, the federation sent them two concoctions, one meant to cure hunger among their population and solve their livestock issues. They began mass production and started administering it. Within months their livestock were all dead, killed off by the disease present in the concoction they were granted. All arxur who took their own concoctions became allergic to meat, deathly allergic, and would die either of starvation or from eating the stuff.
It seems the federation mistook their need for help with their food to mean they needed help being cured of the need. It went about as well as you'd anticipate. Now with no food and a grudge against the federation who destroyed all edible life on their planet, the choice seemed clear. Turn to the stars and start feasting. They couldn't even steal food from the federation planets, the idiots have destroyed their own ecosystems as well. Most animal life in the galaxy has been completely killed off by federation meddling. What else could the Arxur do? The human captain laments how the federation gave nazis space tech then pushed them into starvation, calling it complete lunacy. Sovlin can't help but feel a little betrayed that the humans seem to believe what the arxur are saying.
The arxur gets into a bit of backstory here. They were on there fourth world war at the time and the Northwest Bloc, a faction dedicated to reclaiming ancestral greatness, began working under Laznel, now known as The Prophet, to enact worldwide eugenics in the search of Betterment. Lesser races, dispositions, health, etc. were all genocided in pursuit of a stronger Arxur. The Federation steps in at this point, insisting that they would save the arxur from the wars that ensued. Setting aside their differences the Bloc and the Charter, their rivals, signed some peace treaties while they investigated the tech the feds dropped off on their planet.
Among it was medical science that extended their lifespans, which along with the peace on their planet, meant they were starting to face a population boom, and their food production was struggling to meet demands. So the arxur asked the federation for help. In response, the federation sent them two concoctions, one meant to cure hunger among their population and solve their livestock issues. They began mass production and started administering it. Within months their livestock were all dead, killed off by the disease present in the concoction they were granted. All arxur who took their own concoctions became allergic to meat, deathly allergic, and would die either of starvation or from eating the stuff.
It seems the federation mistook their need for help with their food to mean they needed help being cured of the need. It went about as well as you'd anticipate. Now with no food and a grudge against the federation who destroyed all edible life on their planet, the choice seemed clear. Turn to the stars and start feasting. They couldn't even steal food from the federation planets, the idiots have destroyed their own ecosystems as well. Most animal life in the galaxy has been completely killed off by federation meddling. What else could the Arxur do? The human captain laments how the federation gave nazis space tech then pushed them into starvation, calling it complete lunacy. Sovlin can't help but feel a little betrayed that the humans seem to believe what the arxur are saying.
We open up with Sovlin, once again, seething. Carlos brings him some food and Sovlin has a tard rage moment because his vegetals are wet (they're drenched in olive oil). He's like "DISGUSTING" and yeets something orange off the plate at Carlos's face with a wet splat. He's still pretty pissed at the humans for taking the arxur's side of the story into consideration at all. Carlos tries to explain to him that they're only listening because it lines up with how the federation has been treating humanity so far. Eventually Sovlin calms down and insists that he's not pouting. Grown ass man is throwing food because it's wet. He's deffo pouting.
He stops by the interrogation room where the arxur captain is being interrogated some more. They're discussing what might get the arxur to broker peace, which is nothing, they will not step until the federation is dead. Humanity floats by the idea of destroying all the federation except the venlil. The arxur is grossed out by the idea but it's not non negotiable, at least not until the human interrogater asks about the release of all venlil cattle. That's a nonstarter. Luckily this isn't a serious negotiation anyhow.
The human captain wanted to speak to Sovlin though. Namely on the subject of what to do with the rescued civilians. Sovlin's only idea is trying to official government line, if it even still works at all. There's a slim chance Prime Minister Piri survived thanks to Humanity's interference, and if she did, she'd be very much open to parlaying with the humans and getting the rescued gojid somewhere safe immediately. Sovlin comes to realize, between the negotiation he overheard and his talks with the captain, there was only one way any galaxy was going to survive now, and that's by buddying up with the humans. Sovlin, against his better judgement, resolves to convince the galaxy to suck the fuck up to humanity.
He stops by the interrogation room where the arxur captain is being interrogated some more. They're discussing what might get the arxur to broker peace, which is nothing, they will not step until the federation is dead. Humanity floats by the idea of destroying all the federation except the venlil. The arxur is grossed out by the idea but it's not non negotiable, at least not until the human interrogater asks about the release of all venlil cattle. That's a nonstarter. Luckily this isn't a serious negotiation anyhow.
The human captain wanted to speak to Sovlin though. Namely on the subject of what to do with the rescued civilians. Sovlin's only idea is trying to official government line, if it even still works at all. There's a slim chance Prime Minister Piri survived thanks to Humanity's interference, and if she did, she'd be very much open to parlaying with the humans and getting the rescued gojid somewhere safe immediately. Sovlin comes to realize, between the negotiation he overheard and his talks with the captain, there was only one way any galaxy was going to survive now, and that's by buddying up with the humans. Sovlin, against his better judgement, resolves to convince the galaxy to suck the fuck up to humanity.
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Thanks for sharing that Nature of Predators comic Ricearoni, I'll have to check it out sometime.
It sort of reminds me of another alien buddy comic called Humanity Lost which isn't strictly anthro but definitely worth reading.
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It sort of reminds me of another alien buddy comic called Humanity Lost which isn't strictly anthro but definitely worth reading.
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