ion-manns

FROM THE DESK OF FIELD-MARSHAL SAMSON.

RE: PERSONAL DOCS FROM THE OKRAN RULING PARTY.

LEVEL OF CONFIDENTIALITY:SECRET-EYES ONLY.

Hello Mark, I hope things on Earth are going smoothly, I heard that the memorial day in Boston was a beautiful event, with all those new Federation Representatives and war veterans.

We are still rebuilding the Okran home-world, and seriously, they are stubborn. I may finally discovered why they only show us respect when we are wearing our combat suits, but damn, it's a crazy, crazy story.

Seriously, those okrans have problems, I have to get out of this loony bin of a planet! 

"Ioon-manns, is how they call themselves, puny, soft-skin creatures with squeaky annoying voices and harmless claws, and blunt teeth, that wander around the space not in search of slaves and iridium, but in search of trade, knowledge and friendship, as fool as it may sound. And to my people, warriors and slavers of lesser species, that sounded fool as it could be.

At first we amused ourselves, playing the silly “diplomatic” game with them, who would go head over heels over the most silly, empty, promises of friendship and mutual respect, as we laugh behind their back and called them gullible mammals.

We even profit from it, giving them obsolete technologies we had in store, pure garbage, and in exchange demanding…no, “politely asking” for “fair compensation”. And with great surprise we saw that they agreed happily, and paid us tributes in valuable iridium!

Fools…

With time, we grow tired of them, as they become less entertaining, questioning the ethics of our slaving polices and our lack of respect for the “rights of all sentient beings to freedom and dignity”.  We even considered slaving or exterminating them, but they were deemed too weak and stupid to serve and too worthless to justify a expensive purging. After all we just have conquered Baops, and we had to select slaves from the local populace before terminating the weak and ill, a time-consuming task.

So we did the reasonable thing: we blew their embassy, killed all ion-manns in our territories and bombed their home-world, Earff, hoping that the death of a mere two billion individuals would teach them “who was the boss”.

We lived to regret that, because one week after our attack, and unknown force struck our blood-forged empire with uncanny power. Black and green creatures, insect like, with a single large glass visor as eye, armed with dreadful portable-mass-acceleration rifles and backed by thousand of battle ships, each one two kilometers from bow to stern, who swarmed us with lightning attacks of surgical precision.

We didn’t even saw them coming, until they were unloading their guns on our elite troops.

Each planet we conquered, they returned to the natives, and  armed them, and asked them for help, and soon we were overwhelmed by billions of enemy soldiers!!! They never pillage, nor executed randomly, nor forced the locals to cooperate. They just…talk. Talk nonsense of fraternity and freedom… Like the ion-manns. Now we realized who orchestrated such precise attack. No one but the puny mammals of Earff, somehow the little warm-blood, milk-sucking, two legged animals found a powerful race of warriors to avenge them! A cunning plan, from a species so weak: find an powerful hand to lay down vengeance over the unsuspecting enemy.

If we still had the resources, we would glass their planet…But we did not have them anymore.

Less than a year after the attack to Earff, ion-manns messaged us demanding our surrender to the newly formed Federation of Sentient Races, our “basic rights” guarantee to be respected, and whatever that meant to be.

 Cornered and utterly defeated, we choose surrender to them. Not to the weak ion-manns, but to those strange and powerful creatures, allied to them in ways we never dared to ask.

We surrender to our conquerors, Earff For-see Sshp-ace Muh-rinnes, EFSM."