It was perfect. Too perfect.
The humans were renowned in the galaxy for being fearsome enemies. Somehow, despite being small, fleshy, weak, and unprotected, they were feared almost universally by all species they encountered. The Zenturions had known this, but had decided to declare war anyways. They were far superior to the humans in numbers, intelligence, strength - by every measure, they should come out on top.
So when they moved their troops into position, they were not surprised by the humans' move to sue for peace.
Smugly, they sat at the table, talking with the leaders of the puny race. Perhaps they grew too comfortable, for as they afforded paltry mine-worlds to their enemies and trade agreements that favored them far more than was necessary, to a foe that they had not even fired against nonetheless, unease grew in the hearts of the wisest. The humans were too happy with their measly gains.
The Zenturions moved in on their planet "Earth" - what a creative name - and made to start stripping it of its valuable resources. It was left unguarded, a wealth of organic and inorganic ingredients alike free for the taking. Their unease grew.
It was only after the humans relocated that the onslaught began. Humans entered their culture, bringing with them a death that they had not accounted for - disease. Bacteria, fungal infections, even dead viruses that had evolved over millenia on a world where even the smallest organism had to scratch and claw to survive. Like rats humans swarmed into their cities, their every cell swarming with death. Billions and trillions - friendly, smiling faces ... only a race like would express joy through a display of aggression.
The annihilation of the Zenturion was perfect. Too perfect.
*ok i just wanted to say I did take like 11 minutes for this because I miscalculated this prompt and couldn't stop in the middle but i *tried* this is the first time i've ever done somethign like this XD
The humans were renowned in the galaxy for being fearsome enemies. Somehow, despite being small, fleshy, weak, and unprotected, they were feared almost universally by all species they encountered. The Zenturions had known this, but had decided to declare war anyways. They were far superior to the humans in numbers, intelligence, strength - by every measure, they should come out on top.
So when they moved their troops into position, they were not surprised by the humans' move to sue for peace.
Smugly, they sat at the table, talking with the leaders of the puny race. Perhaps they grew too comfortable, for as they afforded paltry mine-worlds to their enemies and trade agreements that favored them far more than was necessary, to a foe that they had not even fired against nonetheless, unease grew in the hearts of the wisest. The humans were too happy with their measly gains.
The Zenturions moved in on their planet "Earth" - what a creative name - and made to start stripping it of its valuable resources. It was left unguarded, a wealth of organic and inorganic ingredients alike free for the taking. Their unease grew.
It was only after the humans relocated that the onslaught began. Humans entered their culture, bringing with them a death that they had not accounted for - disease. Bacteria, fungal infections, even dead viruses that had evolved over millenia on a world where even the smallest organism had to scratch and claw to survive. Like rats humans swarmed into their cities, their every cell swarming with death. Billions and trillions - friendly, smiling faces ... only a race like would express joy through a display of aggression.
The annihilation of the Zenturion was perfect. Too perfect.
*ok i just wanted to say I did take like 11 minutes for this because I miscalculated this prompt and couldn't stop in the middle but i *tried* this is the first time i've ever done somethign like this XD