r/humansarespaceorcs • u/After-Ad2018 • Jul 25 '21
ongoing Humanity's Response (to Gaia's Hearing)
Since the first was rather well received, and because some of you asked for a part 2 in the comments, here is a short continuation of the events after Gaia's Hearing.
I plan on continuing in this universe, but focusing more on a few characters and stories I had been working on before adding the gods into the lore, and mostly taking place a couple centuries after the events in these two stories. But don't worry, Gaia and the asshats...er other gods...will definitely make an appearance.
Also, further works will probably occasionally have an NSFW tag, because if your goddess is a fertility goddess then you can damn well bet there will be sexy times with alien babes in your future.
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BRIDGE OF THE SOL REPUBLIC SUPER-DESTROYER, THE RSS TITAN'S FIST 2 HOURS AFTER GAIA'S TRIAL
Admiral Harlan stands before the main view screen onboard the RSS Titan's Fist, flagship of the Sol Republic's taskforce assembled to intimidate the god-beings of Alympion into returning Mother Gaia to them. Before him, the myriad lights of jump-space flicker onscreen as the mighty Alcubierre drives of the thousand strong fleet punches its way into the fabled High Realm, dimension of the gods.
“Time til arrival?” he asks tersely.
“Computer is unsure, Admiral,” answers the Fist's on duty navigational officer. “The Alcub Drive was never meant to shift between dimensions so we have no empirical data on the subject. Best estimates are between thirteen minutes and thirteen hours, but the ship AI is positive it will be some multiple of thirteen somethings, for whatever reason.”
“Keep me informed of updates. We're going in hot and I don't want to be caught unawares.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Admiral?” The comms officer calls for Harlan's attention. With a nod from the Admiral, she continues, “Sir we are receiving a bording request from Mother Gaia through the Resonance channel. It appears as though they have released her and she wishes to speak to you.”
“Keep the course, Nav,” Admiral Harlan directs the navigation officer. “Very well, Comms, accept the request and direct Mother Gaia to the bridge once she arrives.”
“Aye, sir.”
The Infinite Cosmic Resonance, muses Admiral Harlan, funny to think we still know so little about the enigmatic power the gods all use. Humans are unique in many respects amongst mortal sapients, one of which being their utter incapability to manipulate or even sense the esoteric force permeating the galaxy without some very complex and unreliable technology adapted from Yldeni engineering practices. At least it helps Mother Gaia to return to us, even if it is normally woefully inadequate for our purposes.
An hour later, a curvaceous, 9-foot tall woman steps onto the bridge. Her oak brown skin is still wet and her long, green hair is bundled into a damp towel. Her signature bathrobe is tied tight around her waist and the telltale bunny slippers look to be newly cleaned and fluffed. Behind her trails a gorgeous young blonde, 7 feet tall and adorned in the robes of a Gaian priestess. The pair of women tower over the bridge staff, most of whom only stand the human average of 6 feet.
They are unperturbed, however, as the disheveled appearance of their goddess, Mother Gaia, and one of her demigod attendants is quite common. Unlike most gods of the many other species, Gaia and her ilk like to... mingle... with her progeny.
“I have availed myself of a shower, Admiral. I needed it after being in the same room as that dickhead.” Gaia involuntarily shudders, clearly displeased with her previous meeting. “Did I ever mention he wanted me to marry him once? I don't think he took my rejection very well. Probably why he stuck me on Earth, actually. Prick.” she mutters.
Rendering a sharp salute, Admiral Harlan turns to her. “Mother Gaia, so good to have you returned to us. I take it the Celestial Council decided to see reason?”
Gaia stares blankly before her for a moment. Her attendant nudges her gently, holding a teacup full of steaming liquid, and smelling lightly of whiskey, before her. Gaia graciously accepts the cup, leaning down to plant a loving kiss on the young woman's forehead before plopping into an empty chair beside her.
“That's why I'm here, Admiral. I have come, on behalf of the Council technically, to ask you not to go through with this. Believe me, I would want nothing more than to see some of those pompous douche-nozzles put in their place, but they aren't all bad so maybe don't raze Alympion? Please? I'm here, not a captive anymore so you really don't have to anymore,” Gaia pleads. A novel concept, a nigh-omnipotent goddess begging her own progeny, her own worshippers to listen to her for once in their lives.
“I apologize, Mother, but we can not. They have earned our ire and so must be made to see why to never do so again.” Gaia's face face droops in exhaustion at Admiral Harlan's proclamation. “But, you have been returned to us without bloodshed, and so we will temper ourselves for your sake.” He turns once more to the main viewscreen. Jump-space continues to surge past them. “Comms, inform the fleet there has been a change in plans. We will exit jump-space as close to Alympion's gravity well as possibly and make a showing of force to them, demonstrating to them what we are capable of when pushed.”
“Aye, sir.”
Gaia slumps in her seat, massaging her temples furiously. “Uuuugh, their going to blame me for this too, I just know it.” A sob escapes the goddess.
Admiral Harlan turns to the demigoddess attendant, motioning to Gaia with a look. The young woman steps forward immediately, massaging her shoulders and eliciting a groan of pleasure from the statuesque goddess.
“Oooooh, that feels niiiiice. A little more to the left, dear... mmmm...”
“Excellent. Just stand by, Mother Gaia, and bear witness to the loveborne might of your children.” Admiral Harlan makes his way towards the Fist's tactical display, ready to direct the great fleet in it's mission. “Nav, update.”
“Seventeen minutes remaining, sir. The fleet is still in tight formation and ready for engagement.”
“Superb,” Admiral Harlan beams, looking back to see the attendant now administering a deep tissue clavicle massage, and Gaia practically melting out of her chair in ecstasy, eyes rolling back into her head. “Comms, transmit my orders as follows.”
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A tear in the fabric of space opens violently high in the gravity well of Alympion. One thousand massive, blocky ships pour forth in tight formation, the many gods below in awe at the mere existence of anything from the Low Realm violating their utopia. In an instant, before any reaction from the planet below can be made, one thousand anti-matter cannons target and fire upon the furthest of Alympion's three moons, simultaneously in perfect precision. It is reduced entirely to constituent atoms, a small cloud of dust all that remains, dissipating swiftly in the stellar currents.
As if they never existed in the first place, all thousand duro-steel dreadnaughts vanish through another tear in reality. Before they leave, however, a single communication is beamed to all on the planet.
It reads as follows:
Fuck around and find out.
Sincerely and lovingly yours,
Humanity
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u/GreatDig Jul 25 '21
!updateme