Humanity's Perspective

My father used to say that anything that threatened humanity could be qualified as a disease, and any disease could be cured. Millenia ago, certain forms of cancer were all but a **** sentence. Now? A trivial manner for even the most basic pharmacy on the most extant colony worlds.

Environmental disaster? Biosphere collapse? Inhospitable atmosphere or biology? Infertility? ****? Diseases. All cured by human ingenuity and willpower.

Hostile species? Another disease which needs to be cured.

Following the collapse of our native solar system, humanity spread across the stars in every direction. Spending years in FTL flight, we first began to develop our genetic engineering tech in order to adapt our bodies to life on spaceships. Then, to adapt ourselves to whichever new planet we found ourselves on. My ancestors came upon the Alpherion system, by chance or by choice, and with it’s splendid trinity of planetoids named Eden, Paradise, and Elysium, no such modifications were needed.

Over the generations, the Alpherion colony began to develop and explore, cut off from the rest of our brothers and sisters in the universe. For all we knew, we were the only spearhead of humanity to make it to our destination. The thought of being the remaining children of Earth spurred our desire for stability and civilization even faster. With Earth’s demise, the solar system’s doom, and generation of travel, we had learned our lessons. We forged a new, better humanity - an egalitarian, sexually liberated society free of discrimination of class, race, religion, or sex. For generations, my family have been scientists, and they helped in the development of our miraculous gene- and nanotech, allowing humanity to survive anywhere they so wished, fighting off disease both native and foreign, and tripling our natural lifespan.

With such longevity (and with so many children from so much sex), our colony grew, straining the trinity, and so we spread out to new planets, new moons, even began building space stations. From this, we learned of the Core Galaxy that was our new home. The expansive border frontier which separated Alpherion from the central cluster, and the Alliance worlds which ruled said cluster.

The Core Galactic Alliance were… not an enemy, not a disease to be cured. At first, at least. From what I have read, it was clear they looked down on us from the very first, treating us as children playing a game. Sure, they offered platitudes of alliance and cooperation, but they never offered us anything beyond words. Their wealth, their technology, they kept it all to themselves, like royalty living in gilded towers, while my people spent centuries scraping in the dirt to build everything we had.

Then, one day, on a distant moon within the boundary of what the Alliance calls the borderlands, we were attacked. A new colony had just been established on that moon - then named Ligri Theta, now known as Victory - and the native people attacked for violating their sacred land. At first, the colonists fled in fear of the native Ligreons - seven-foot tall bipedal feline-like beings, ferociously powerful and technologically adept despite their Ludditian inclinations. Horrified for upsetting them, the colonists of Ligri Theta fled the planet.

The Ligreons followed them in continued ****.

The colonists fled the borderlands.

The Ligreons followed.

The colonists returned to the safety and the Alpherion system.

The Ligreons followed. And war became a new reality.

At first, all methods of appeasement were tried in order to mollify the invaders, but the Ligreon refused all reparations and continued their attack. This was despite the numerical and technological advantages that humanity had on their side; there was no logical way the Ligreon people could win a full-scale war with us. Yet, those savages continued to attack, heedless to the inevitable end. And for us, it was not a conflict to be savoured. The humans of Alpherion had never known war. Such a conflict would be costly.

All the while, the Alliance did nothing, save observe from their gilded spires, as our two people bled each other across the stars.

Then, the Trinity Science Consortium presented a solution. Applying our gene- and nano-tech to what we had learned of Ligreon biology, we could alter their minds and bodies to our liking, turning them into a docile race. Whether there were higher aspirations when this plan was revealed, I am not sure, but I do know that humanity’s thirst for **** soon came to the forefront. It was not enough to make the Ligreon peaceable and allies, no, we had to put them under our heels for the crimes they committed. For the lives they took. And then humanity’s lust soon entered the picture, as the Ligreon women were given giant bouncing tits and drooling cunts, eager to service their new masters. Yes, master, as in grief and madness, humanity decided as a whole to make the Ligreon people our slaves.

And it was truly the best decision we have ever made.

With a legion of tireless, mindless slaves at our disposal, humanity is free to pursue even higher aspirations of artistic and scientific merit. Women are free from the shackles of child-rearing, as we quickly modified the Ligreon female’s reproductive system to be compatible with human semen, to produce 100% pure human children. Truly, we had created a new golden age for humanity.

But, there were two problems.

First, there were twelve billion humans in the Alpherion system and only five billion Ligreons.

Second, when the other peoples of the Core Galaxy learned of our decision, they aced with shock, disgust, harsh judgments, and calls for ****. Even if the pampered Alliance races were slow to move, war soon came to our doorstep, again and again.

And we welcomed it, for it fed our new desire to tame and conquer and **** every last haughty xenoslut in the galaxy. To show everyone that humanity was the apex of all life.

Hostile lifeforms are a disease. We shall cure it.

Homo Superior Reign Supreme.

-From the private logs of Dr. Chaala Ogwada, Chief Science Officer of Leo Station on First Conquest, formerly Ligri Prime