Nouvelle, Alien Contact
The Alcubierre sent a message back towards the alien vessel. It consisted of multiple images of the different human races and genders (all naked, obviously). The message then showed versions of the images clothed in white and gold garments, all of which had a circular patch on the shoulder that bore the image of the Alcubierre, implying a uniform of some kind. Images of primitive war were shown, going from ancient phalanxes to the musket. From that point on, videos were shown. Still, it showed war, war, and more war. Tanks appeared around the same time as stationary machine guns, and it wasn't long until primitive aircraft that used two wings were shown. Then, the stationary machine guns were put into the hands of the soldiers, tanks became faster and stronger, and planes got armor and dropped the second pair of wings. Cities were shown, turned into rubble as planed dropped bombs on them from the sky. A massive invasion was shown, with countless soldiers landing on the beach and being mowed down by enemy fire. Half-dead and half-naked inmates were shown, liberated, but showing no joy. Instead, they rushed for food instinctively, broken by what they had been through.
It all seemed to culminate in a giant detonation, resulting in a mushroom cloud. Any species with the technology would immediately recognize it, the humans had no idea what feeling it would invoke in the aliens, but they made sure to show that it invoked dread in a Terran by showing the aftermath. The destruction, the mutations, all of it. Unfortunately, it didn't stop there. The message continued on to show videos of napalm, torture, and yet more battles. One video showed a few moments of an urban riot being subdued by live fire, and immediately afterwards, the message showed dozens upon dozens of missiles launching, then the resulting nuclear detonations. There were far too many to count, but the aftermath was made clear with a shot of a nuclear wasteland erased of nearly all signs of civilization. Whoever these people were, they seemed to have a fixation on war. Finally, an image of a man wearing the white and gold garments shown earlier appeared, apparently speaking to the aliens.
"I am Commander Sukarno of the United Terran Federation. What you have just seen is a short version of our history, do not take it as a threat, for we are ashamed of nearly all that we have sent you. What we are not ashamed of was necessary due to things that we are ashamed of. The nuclear detonations at the end are the most recent records of such a crime being committed during an officially declared war, and it was those events that made us finally realize what we were doing. We have vowed never to commit such crimes again, but do not think that we refuse to fight, for the truth is very much the opposite. We won't commit genocide, but we will still fight an honorable war, even if our enemy refuses to do so. I do hope that your people are here to make peace, because the Queen of this world has wished that no conflict occur here. We can only translate face-to-face due to the nature of our technology, so I can only hope that your people can translate our language. We will await your response."
Nouvelle, Valkians
"We too look forward to working together in peace. As for the item of diplomacy, any Terran in command of a starship has the right to speak for the entire Federation. It's an old tradition going back to when my people were colonizing the outer reaches of our system, ship commanders would be hours away from instruction, so they would need to make diplomatic decisions themselves. As the First Officer of this vessel, I can act as a diplomat."
The Last Hope
"No, there's been no sign. Frankly, I find it hard to believe that some kinda crazy magic stuff is involved here, nevertheless, our scientists are known to come up with some pretty crazy conclusions, so that's either here nor there. Either way, we're willing to provide you with anything you need and give you some space to live planetside. If things are as important as you say they are, then our Council should be the one talking to you."
Medi-Bay, The Last Hope
"By the gods." Was all Fairlan said, simply staring off into space. He lunged towards Emily, hugging her close as tears dripped out from underneath his visor.
"How... how could that happen?"
The District, Prefecture 12, 2016
"Would a man named Kevin Flaith be here?" Said the police officer, eyeing the man suspiciously. "He's wanted for destruction of police property."
The man smiled and picked up his umbrella, turning to face the policeman. They couldn't help but feel intimidated by the man, despite the fact that the only armament he carried was an umbrella.
"Yeah, sorry about that tank."
WHAT. Thought the woman, trying to figure out how some guy with no obvious weapons had destroyed an army tank. Meanwhile, the man who had been referred to as 'Kevin' continued speaking.
"I go by Kaguya by the way." He said, grinning as if he had already won.
"Ugh, one of you things." Replied the policeman, obviously disgusted. 'Kaguya' responded the moment he had finished.
"I'm impressed, most people here wouldn't know about that name. You're wrong though, I chose it because of mythological significance."
"Well then, 'Kaguya', you'll be coming with me. Destroying a police vehicle is a serious offense, no doubt you'll get a severe punishment." Said the policeman, drawing an electrified baton. "Go ahead and resist, I'd love to knock you out."
"Good luck on that one." Said Kaguya, yanking hard on his umbrella's hold, revealing a sword. Pulling off the hold, he revealed an oddly-shaped hilt with a crossguard that was bent towards the blade. It suddenly became obvious to the woman why he was drenched despite possessing an umbrella, though everyone else in the bar acted like they expected it.
"A sword? Pathetic. I'm in full riot gear you imbecile, that thing won't cut through me!" Replied the policeman, almost laughing at the apparent stupidity of Kaguya.
"This isn't just a sword."
Kaguya lunged at the policeman, a move he fully expected, and thus brought his baton down hard towards Kaguya's head. However, it only bounced off of the sword, which he had somehow moved to block the baton in less than a second. The sword itself was almost reminiscent of a saguaro cactus, and had a copper star embedded in the center of it's hilt. Copper was also embedded around the blade itself in a spiral, which was almost a yard long (the fact that the man could use it so well in the modern day was itself a miracle). The blade also had writing on it, but it was nothing that anyone there could read. It seemed to be a character-based language, but it certainly wasn't Asian. It was more primitive, something you would expect to see scrawled on a cave somewhere. The policeman dropped towards the ground to roll away, moving a meter to the side in the action. However, Kaguya changed direction in the middle of his lunge, as if the sword was pulling him.
"Not yet!" He yelled, and a moment later, the sword plunged into the policeman's foot as he let out a high-pitched yelp.
"How did you-?" He started, only to be cut off by Kaguya.
"I serve but the good of life and liberty, that's what those runes say. In other words, I'm doing exactly what you're supposed to."
Standing tall above the policeman, Kaguya held the sword at the man's neck. To the policeman, it almost glowed, but it didn't glow in any color. It was something else, not something you could get by mixing colors. No, it was a completely alien color, a color that would not be found anywhere else in the universe if it could even be called a color. Nobody else seemed to take notice of it but the policeman, and Kaguya was either used to it or oblivious.
"Go ahead, Arizona." He said, apparently directing the statement to the sword. The policeman looked at Kaguya as if he were insane, and so did the woman. However, the others in the bar just looked on with anticipation. When nothing happened, Kaguya shook the sword, then seemed to be pushing it towards the policeman's neck, though it didn't budge an inch.
"Really? You choose to spare this man, of all people?" Said Kaguya, looking at the sword with a quizzical stare.
The sword fell out of Kaguya's hand, clattering onto the floor. He looked at the policeman, seeming to know that the would not attack him.
"You obviously know my name, so what's yours?" He said, in an almost friendly tone.
"Stellan, Solomon Stellan. What's it to you?"
"I might be seeing you again. Now you'd better leave, and remember: You are supposed to support justice like pillars, not like the ropes from which it is hung."
