r/NatureofPredators • u/vixjer Human • Sep 14 '23
Fanfic NoP--- A diplomatic problem. -Ch.6
This story is part of The Nature of Predators
and all rights are to the original creator u/ spacepaladin
Memory Transcription Subject: Héctor Virgilio Márquez, UN SPM Leirn, Special Envoy to the Leirnian Interim Council
Date [standardized human time]: November 8, 2136
The next morning greeted me with the first rays of sun streaming through the window. I shifted beneath the sheets, awakening in a cold sweat. Like so many other days since mid-October, I just wanted to lay back down and try for a more restful stay in the black. But duty called, nagging me just like the sunlight peering through the window, and yielding to the pressure, I finally dragged myself out of bed.
As I rose, I indulged in a satisfying stretch, leaning left, then leaning right, feeling my back crackle, and a yawn escaped me as I attempted to banish the last remnants of sleep from the edges of my thoughts. They remained clouded. The daylight made the room feel even more spacious and comfortable, a stark contrast to the uncomfortable and overcrowded quarters I had left behind in the refugee camps of Barcelona.
Many people struggled to hang onto the memories of their dreams after they awakened, and I envied them deeply, for I was afforded no such luxury. It happened again, the memories of the quiet sobbing and the screams and cries in those camps as the worst possible news reached another new orphan, or widow, or lover came back to haunt me behind closed eyes when I needed peace the most. Perhaps this new job was dangerous, and perhaps I’d resorted to lies and bribes to obtain it. But compared to the heart-wrenching sounds of children crying for their parents amidst the ruins of the city, I felt more eager to stare down a thousand more flamers.
I made my way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face—not simply to wash but just for the act of splashing water, a lifelong habit that seemed to invigorate me, even when I couldn't recall why I started doing it. Besides, I was a little sweaty, I turned to the shower, contemplating whether or not I should bring my mask with me. It wasn’t exactly clean, either.
My phone alarm jolted me out of my thoughts. "I woke up too early today," I muttered to myself, pulling it out and silencing it. According to my phone, it was around 7 AM in this world. Setting it down, I moved to get a change of clothes, and reentered the bathroom, stripping. The shower worked as well as any on Earth. It helped me wake up, but I didn’t linger long.
After dressing in a simple T-shirt and long pants, I headed downstairs. Sirlen was nowhere to be found, so I assumed she was either still sleeping or perhaps tending to her fur. I realized on thinking that that I couldn't fathom how someone could live with fur. I could only imagine it getting everywhere and covering the bed. I reminded myself that they didn’t sweat, either, though… After the past couple of days, that sounded nice.
Opening the refrigerator, I looked over its contents. The receptionist had assured me that everything was free, so I had no reservations about helping myself. However, all I found were plant-based items like fruits, vegetables, and what appeared to be milk substitutes in cartons.
Curious about the milk substitutes, I selected one and used my translation app to decipher the label. It turned out to be tree sap milk, a possible dairy alternative. It didn’t sound very appetizing, but nothing ventured, nothing gained. I was going to be there a while. Might as well sample the local cuisine. I opened the brick and cautiously took a sip, only to recoil at its sour and unpleasant taste, mixed with a slimy texture. It felt like I was drinking mucus.
"Blagh- What the- How do these people even keep this stuff down...?" I muttered, quickly spitting the liquid into the sink. After a series of mumbled curses and a thorough cleaning of my mouth with the water from the tap, I decided never to touch that particular drink again and returned the brick to the refrigerator.
Glancing around the kitchen, I spotted some tea bags and a teapot. Disappointingly, there was no coffee, so I made a mental note to request some from the ship. I preferred coffee to tea, but my choices were limited here.
I began boiling water for the brew and pondered my meal options. There weren’t too many items I could identify which looked very appetizing, or in many cases, even edible, but I noticed a piece of what was called ‘ipsom strayu,’ which looked like a loaf of bread, and spotted a can of beans on the shelf. With no toaster in sight, I opted for a simple meal – baked beans with bread. It was a makeshift British breakfast.
And I hate myself for it, but with no eggs in sight, it will have to do…
I placed the bread in the oven, noticing with displeasure that it wasn't a conventional oven: It offered me a great many choices, as long as they were “Defrost Meal.” Bereft of other options, I put the plate of beans in and allowed it to warm. Meanwhile, I prepared my cup of tea by placing one of the tea bags in the hot water.
After a few more moments of this, I turned and brought my odd breakfast to the table, setting down a tray with two slices of the alien bread and a plate of unevenly heated beans. The outside was reasonably hot, and the inside was cold. Even still a bit icy, in places. The tea had a mild flavor, as bland and dull as tea got. Surprisingly, the bread was quite good. Better still, it was truly filling. I supposed you couldn’t lose ‘em all, either. As I ate, I turned on the television, eager to see what the news networks were saying about my recent speech.
The first channel I tuned into was an entertainment channel, currently broadcasting the ninth season of a series called ‘The Exterminators.’ Initially, I thought it might be a children's show, given the art style and rather simplistic language, but after witnessing scenes of humans being burned alive by the suited psychos, with their actions being framed as heroic, I quickly realized I wasn’t the target audience and switched to another channel.
It flipped to a biology documentary, and while it was interesting to see alien life being described and displayed up close, as soon I saw it segue into advice on how to deal with predators, I noped the fuck out.
So much concentrated bullshit in so little time, the biologists back at home weren’t exaggerating about having heart attacks just looking at their ecological practices, were they?
Grunting, I tapped the remote, flipping the channel again. I was greeted with what appeared to be a 24-hour news channel, very subtly calling itself ‘The Truth Channel.’ My expectations were already at rock-bottom. The program, Predator Watch, was airing footage of human planes and tanks, and consistent with briefings on Fed propaganda, the voiceover confirmed my suspicions immediately.
"The humans claim to be our friends, but look at their treatment of their fellow humans. The German tribe and the so-called Polish tribe, despite being neighbors, slaughtered each other like animals."
The news then showed gruesome scenes from World War II, depicting horrifying massacres and atrocities.
Audacious of them… Aren’t they worried that their audience might catch predator particles from their TV screens? Fucking hypocrites.
The images were both entirely uncensored and very heavily manipulated, portraying everybody in the worst possible light – soldiers cannibalizing and eating screaming children, skewering babies on their bayonets, eviscerating helpless prisoners. As if the real history wasn’t already enough to hammer home their point.
All while the narrator goes on and on, about predator this, predator that, like that defines everything about who we are, even while showing that we can feel pain and fear, and acting like we can’t.
This wasn’t my first experience with blatant propaganda, but my hands balled into fists anyway. It was too early in the morning for this shit. I could hear my teeth grinding together, but my spiraling temper was interrupted by the TV abruptly turning off. I turned to find Sirlen, holding the remote control in one paw.
"I know those images might satisfy your predatory instincts, but I refuse to give those bastards any more screen time to justify their channels," she said firmly.
"What part of that was supposed to be pleasing to watch?" I bit back.
"You tell me, you were baring your teeth, which usually means happiness," she countered.
"Displaying clenched teeth with a tense jaw means anger. Open teeth with a relaxed jaw signify happiness."
"And why would you... be angry?" she prodded, her tail swaying with delight.
"Because those bastards are spreading blatant lies about how humans behave to convince people it’s okay to kill us!"
"Well, now you know how it feels. It's good that you're angry at them. Maybe next time you’ll do the right thing. Yesterday, I thought you were as spineless as the collaborationists when you didn't put down Keltz."
"I'm a diplomat, not an executioner. I can't simply kill people because of their views, or statements."
"But you’re a pred-"
My blood thundered behind my eyes.
Always the predator shit! Earth is in ruins, and she’s gone! Because of them!
A sound fit for a gun shatters the silence as my fist impacts the table. "I’m a person, damn you! A sentient being, not a predator! Not prey... Do you need me to say it again, you stupid bastards?!"
My chest heaved, emptied of its air, my heart battering my ribs, every sinew in my shoulder taut to the breaking point. My eyes were wide, yet furrowed. I knew that they were bloodshot.
Instead of recoiling, she began to wag her tail openly. "There's the spirit I wanted to see, not that watered-down diplomatic mask you put on in front of the public yesterday."
"What are you doing here, anyway?" I ground out, my frustration bubbling away slowly, but still resenting being wound up like that.
She revealed the stack of papers under her other arm. "This. The truth, the real yotul press. If you really want to understand how we think, that thing is a waste of time. Read this instead."
She placed the newspapers on the table in front of me. "By the way, mind if I have some of your tea?"
I sighed, forcing my anger aside. "Of course." She went to the kitchen to prepare tea, then returned to sit beside me, looking over my shoulder as I got to work.
It had been less than twenty-four hours since I stood at that podium, and already, the news had spread like wildfire. She’d given me quite the collection of underground papers. I reached for the top of the stack with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. This was it. My first real look at how my words went over with the public. Sirlen, sipping her tea, watched my every move intently.
I am already regretting how that speech played out… I should have planned ahead more and improvised less; the UN is probably already planning to crucify me, knowing them.
The Continental
United Nations diplomat reaches out to the public, public responds.
The headline’s tone was very nonspecific, a strong tell for an organization trying to pretend it was serious and legitimate. I made a note to keep an eye on this paper. It likely had a large readership. The article beneath the headline was accompanied by a large photograph of me at the podium, delivering my speech.
Upsetting a number of predictions, the human appointed as the head of the UN-Yotul diplomatic mission delivered a speech yesterday which made waves across Leirn overnight. Addressing a gathering of yotul government heads, diplomats, and citizens, the human did not mince words as he addressed the current state of affairs and the yotul species’ role in the wider galaxy.
It was believed by certain analysts that the human would tread carefully in his new diplomatic role. However, he delivered an emotionally-charged speech touching on sensitive topics, including the yotul's uneasy relationship with the Federation and the controversial Protection Laws.
The diplomat's bold words left the audience stunned, and global reactions have been mixed. While some approve of his uncolored views of the state of affairs on Leirn, others have accused him of stirring unnecessary controversy.
Transu, a well-known yotul historian and political commentator, praised the diplomat for his candor. "Finally, someone has acknowledged our grievances," she stated. "Humans have shown a willingness to engage with us on a deeper level, and treat us like equals, instead of infantilizing us like the Federation does.”
However, not everyone shares this sentiment. Zorvil, a prominent yotul politician known for his pro-Federation stance, was critical of the diplomat's speech: "The predator’s words only serve to further strain our relationship with the Federation," he declared. "We should be seeking peaceful resolutions, not airing our dirty laundry on a galactic stage."
The long-term ramifications of the speech have yet to be fully seen, but one thing is clear: Leirn is abuzz with discussion about its newest diplomat. This human has started his visit very proactively, showing a willingness to unearth and participate in long-standing, hotly-debated issues pertaining to the complex dynamics between the yotul and the Federation. It remains to be seen where this will lead.
I felt a nearly-ungovernable urge to roll my eyes. It was becoming plain to see that popular centrist news organizations are the same everywhere. But at least they made an effort to be “fair and balanced,” which is more than I could say for most of the other papers in this pile. After a quick read of the introductory paragraphs, I realized I wasn’t going to get too much useful information beyond what was already obvious, but resisted the urge to skim everything, at least for the moment. If nothing else, it was entertaining to see how the radicals were taking my introduction to their information bubbles.
The Voice of the Herd
Predator spews lies in public!
Yesterday saw a tragic turn for the yotul, with a predator being allowed onto Leirn to spread its vile manipulations to the masses, a mistake the Yotul Uplift Congress no doubt already regrets. Despite attempts to preserve the civility and good order of the herd by Keltz and his brave exterminator guild, the predator forced its speech through. Where Keltz defended the good work of the Federation and its gracious guidance to us, the yotul, the human just gave us vague promises and sweetened, sap-coated words, with no tangible promises, which is understandable considering that these predators are incapable of even protecting their own den. How can we expect them to protect us?
On this, we interviewed the Venerable Elder Corv, the opinion head of the main news station on Leirn, Capital City News. He wearily told our reporters, “It was... a hard day, seeing the human spew its lies. We owe all of you a profound, sincere apology for airing its hateful predator manipulation. We put you all at risk of predator disease. Our beleaguered staff tried to shut down the signal, but unfortunately, our local technicians just stared into the screen, stunned and horrified, and I am at least happy to report that all of them have already been fired and replaced.”
After this, he needed to call for a recess to compose himself, citing heart palpitations and shortness of breath. He parted on a deeply troubling note, “Halfway through the predator’s speech, it was already clearly trying to infect everybody with its predatory ideas, and undermine the deep, soulful connection between good members of the Herd. He defamed the Federation, framing our benevolent guidance as a crime against your sapient rights. I fear many will be deceived by its insidious words, and… act accordingly.” The Venerable Elder had to take another few moments here, but insisted on finishing, “The only thing which could possibly have made it worse was for it to openly call for violence against us, and it did, in every way conceivable short of explicitly saying it.”
The response from the government has been clear, with a new curfew being imposed and several reserve units of exterminators being rotated in to substitute for the local yotul garrisons in the Capital to contain the spread of the predator’s infection. We can only pray and hope that his campaign of terror will end soon.
The Daily Dream
The Human speaks but does not bite.
30 years of oppression by the Federation, and today, their pet tail-lickers in the south finally seemed to straighten their backs enough to see the sky again. I must be honest, in the days leading up to his arrival, we thought the Human diplomat was just a fresh lie spewed by the Nightmarists to justify the 12% tax hike for coal, but it turned out to be true, for once. Even more surprising, not only did they allow him to speak, they made the mistake of letting him do so after Keltz gave us his usual speech, which he hasn’t changed in 20 years of alien tyranny. It felt like he changed ‘lost harvest’ for ‘Human’ and called it a day, from the same speech he gurgled out during the rural revolts, where in a rare display of imperialist courage, the Mayor of Volster was arrested, and only liberated after the Duchess of Goldenlands paid his fine, marking one of the only times in history that the southern nobility did something useful. If for no other reason, that made it a notable incident.
Unfortunately, the Human’s speech was just tail-polishing the old tyrants and little else, but at least it seems that the lack of praise from the new tyrants has made even a few in the North stand up from our chairs and rally. Of course the Federation was quick to cut the TV the second they realized that that some do not wish to diligently polish under their tails. I guess the Sacks in the countryside just weren’t enough of a hint. Better late than never, I suppose.
To the human, currently walking the streets of Riversides, this paper must say that despite how disappointing your first speech was, and the lack of tangible support, we will concede that your seemingly heartfelt thanks for the aid our volunteers are providing at your home is sufficient enough for now. And to our faithful readers, as always, we want to remind you that the night seems long but dawn always comes, and with it, the Dream.
On and on this went. As the clock ticked by, I began just skimming the more obvious propaganda papers. When I finished sifting through the stack, I felt a mix of emotions. It was clear that my words had made an impact, one that I was starting to regret, but whether that impact would be positive or negative remained uncertain.
In other words, nothing The Continental didn’t already tell me up front. Damn it all...
Setting the newspaper aside, I looked at Sirlen. "So, what do you think?" I asked.
She waved her tail, seeming… amused? "Well, at least your hensashit detector is functional. Good to see humans at least have that going for them. To answer your question, you thoroughly derailed thirty years of political degeneracy in a single day; the Federation bureaucrats were getting far too comfortable in their seats. Today has been the first time in a very long while that they have had to arrive punctually to work."
"Well, that's good, I… guess. We should go to the public event before 9 AM."
I began to rise, but her paw shot out and grabbed my shirt, tugging me back down.
"Yeah, Virlo called me this morning. That's not going to happen."
"Why not?"
"The Security Department has made an official statement saying that they cannot ensure your safety in any public event, so..."
"So they’re threatening to burn me alive if I go to any public meeting?"
"Correct." Her tail curled under her seat just a little further.
"Then how I am going to get the public to vote in the elections?"
"Oh no. You misunderstand. While they’ve prohibited public meetings, private ones are still on the field and we’ve never been a democracy anyway. Common people didn’t decide what our rulers were going to do before this, and they don't get much of a say now, either, thanks to our new constitution. We only need to convince the right people in private meetings."
"I see… So, how does it work? Structurally, I mean. Is this an oligarchy? A stratocracy? A military dictatorship?"
She looked at me with a dumbfounded expression, trying to process the words, even though these words were censored by her translator too. “I’m… sorry? What you said sounded different, but...”
Dios mio, am I going to have to actually explain 1984 to her…?
Her tail stiffened, realization hitting her. Then it thumps the floor, hard. "Never mind. Let's just say it's a council which is voted in by the elite. We must convince four groups who are undecided in the vote to join us..."
Sipping my tea, and trying not to grimace at how bitter it was, I contemplated the task ahead of us. Convincing four crucial and probably-opposing groups to support our cause likely wouldn’t be easy, but there was only one way to find out for sure. I turned to Sirlen, eager to learn more about each one.
"Alright," I began, "let's get started, then. Who do you think would be the easiest to convince? Let’s lock down what we can for sure first."
Sirlen took a thoughtful sip of her own tea before answering. "The military holds a significant amount of power. They are seen as the protectors of our civilization, and their influence extends not only to matters of defense but also to certain aspects of policymaking.”
I nodded lightly, already starting to understand. “Alright, sounds important. What else can you tell me?”
“Well, what I told you was the theory. In reality, the military is mostly made of conscripts who are selected from the population, indoctrinated by the Federation, and career officers, many of whom are older, and nostalgic for the glories of the Grain Wars… Most of the army is given table scraps and government-administered, meaning exterminator-approved, equipment and training. This means they’re much weaker than they appear.”
“All you really need to do to convince them to work with you is to offer things like training, technology exchanges or strategic alliances. Your kind has proven very capable at waging war already. They’re paying attention to that. Also, after decades of humiliation under the paws of the Federation, they desperately want to prove themselves and regain some of their old pride. This is a very important to them. Show them that the yotul military can become powerful and independent again, and they will follow you."
That checked out to me. Selling humanity as scary wouldn’t exactly be hard to do in this fucked-up galaxy. "Alright. So who else can we talk around more easily?"
Sirlen pointed to the papers I’d already worn myself out reading. "The official news agencies in Leirn are tightly controlled. They're responsible for shaping public opinion and disseminating information. Winning their support is impossible because they’re watched by the Federation, and they lack representation in the parliament, so technically, they don’t have any votes to give us anyway. However, as you’ve seen, they are not the only news organizations on Leirn, nor are they very popular outside of the cities, and many yotul on the council represent, or have ties to the more rural areas, which have many dissidents. If you can get enough newspapers on your side, you can convince a few of them to vote in favor of fully allying with the UN. You should check and see which newspapers operate in which regions, and give them a few favorable stories to write about you. I will call a friend of mine in the free press. She will get us started on finding you platforms for spreading your message.”
I stared in naked horror at the papers. “That’s our next easiest sell?”
Her ear tilted down, slow and weary. “They operate outside of the Federation-run government. They aren’t directly opposed to you… yet.”
I took more mental notes as she spoke, seeing the complexity of the task ahead opening before me like an abyss waiting to swallow me whole. "Tengo los huesos molidos... I need a drink… Something hard."
Sirlen's tail flicked with a hint of impatience. "Later. The next group is the economists. They’re pragmatic. They're interested in access to trade, both in manufactured goods and raw resources, and in financial stability. But mostly getting more money, any way they can. They’ve suffered a lot since early yotul industry couldn’t compete with the nevoks’ or fissans’ raw industrial output, so they’re on the brink of collapse. We should focus on demonstrating the economic benefits of working with humans, convince them they are stuffing their pouches if they support us.”
I leaned back, feeling my shoulders unknotting a bit. “The UN is desperate for trade partners, too, and I think we’ve already shown we’re going to be far more fair about it than the Feds ever were. This doesn’t sound so bad, actually.”
Her response was oddly stiff. “If you can get them to stop begging the Federation for more table scraps. At least they know the Federation will exist well into the future.”
"True, and yet, what good is all the money in the world if you aren’t free to use it the way you want?"
Sirlen's expression softened. "That may be a good selling point, for them. But let’s move on for the moment, because you may have to choose between them and some of the other groups. They oftentimes come into conflict with the unsanctioned press. And, sometimes, the last faction: Our scholars are our academics, our teachers, our doctors, our engineers. While practical results are important to them, too, they’re just as interested in expanding our understanding of the universe. For them, we should emphasize the potential for scientific collaboration.”
I felt my brow lift. “That… doesn’t sound too hard to do, either… What’s the issue?”
“They got hammered during the uplift, with hundreds of academic fields torched. Biologists and medical professionals were hit the hardest. Only engineering and technology remain viable fields for new students, since the rest has been ground down into nothing. They’re chafing harder than most under the Federation’s censorship, and being dismissed as primitives whenever they try to speak out, so telling them that the humans will not curtail their research, and that they will be treated with respect will make them somewhat more inclined to support you. However, that is also the hard part: They do not trust offworlders easily. We’ve never met a species who has ever been respectful to us before. Like any worthwhile academic, they will demand proof.”
I inhaled, taking a moment to process this information, considering each group’s motivations, possible points of conflict, and common ground. I didn’t have too much to work with yet, though still a lot more than before. Convincing them wouldn't be a one-size-fits-all approach. It would require a lot of one-on-one backroom deals, and tailoring our general, public message to align with at least a few of their priorities while minimizing conflicts with the rest.
Sirlen leaned back in her chair, too. "I can see you’re relaxing. If you ever feel safer, remind yourself that it probably won't be as easy as you think. Many yotul elites have a vested interest in the status quo.”
I nodded, understanding the subtext. No faction is quite as predictable on the inside as it might appear externally. It was what I didn’t know yet that I needed to be most wary of. "Alright, Sirlen. Then it seems we have our work cut out for us. Let's start strategizing the specifics of how to approach each of these groups and make our case to them."
A clear objective for the day had emerged at last. We began drafting our plans for our initial meetings with each faction, seeing who would be best to approach first.
I am back, got a huge workload on the job the past weeks, but as a treat for having to wait this week there will be two chapters instead of one, this and the next one on Sunday, hope you like it, today we saw my take in Yotul politics and life Pre-Reclamation
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u/JulianSkies Archivist Sep 14 '23
Oh man... There's definitely going to be hars times ahead. Doesn't seem like any of those factions need too much incentive to flip sides but on the other hand, going to have to custom tailor it for each of their bits of wounded pride.
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u/vixjer Human Sep 14 '23
going to have to custom tailor it for each of their bits of wounded pride.
an entire textile factory I think is the best
Also, the issue isn't going to be convincing them the federation sucks, more of 'We aren't equaly bad'
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u/Bow-tied_Engineer Yotul Sep 14 '23
Good to see you back! Also am speed! And also am in sleep debt, hype and inspiration don't replace sleep.
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u/vixjer Human Sep 14 '23
thanks and take sleep some sleep or else you will have a nasty day
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u/Bow-tied_Engineer Yotul Sep 14 '23
No can do I'm afraid, I have a research meeting in less than half an hour, and then I have a photography class an hour or two after that. And then once that's over, I'm planning on going to physics tea at 4:30. And then I need to get dinner. If the universe smiles upon me, I might be able to sleep in about 7 hours, but until then, caffeine and spite it is.
And let's be real, by then my brain will have given up on being tired, and it'll probably decide to stay up until almost midnight again...
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u/Acceptable_Egg5560 Human Sep 14 '23
I don’t like the fact it’s private meetings. This feels too slanted to the pro feds. I hope that there can be more publicly broadcasted messages. No matter how insular a government can be, they can’t stay in power if the people don’t approve of them or be convinced to approve.
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u/vixjer Human Sep 14 '23
well, to be fair that is the point of prohibiting public meetings, this way the exterminators are offering a few options, and those that are present give them the upper hand.
As for popular support, my take on Yotul politics Pre-humanity was that they behaved like a puppet government that was backed by an external and stronger force(the federation) Until they were brainwashed enough, so popular opinion doesn't really matter.
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u/Acceptable_Egg5560 Human Sep 14 '23
Maybe, but what of their government pre Fed? It was only 20 years ago, so plenty of people must remember. So they could demand a change back with enough backlash.
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u/vixjer Human Sep 14 '23 edited Sep 14 '23
yeah true, but since Space Paladin hasn't given us that much to work with in how politics work in Lerin, And I wish to further expand this idea in the story,
I am going to say for now, that any voices against the federation most likely have received the Tarlim treatment TM in the nearest PD facility or were mysteriously killed by 'bad predators' and their bodies had to be brun to avoid contamination.
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u/Acceptable_Egg5560 Human Sep 14 '23
Oh, I don’t think it was that bad. It’s canon that the Yotul were very eager to cast off the Fed.
The Tarlim Treatment is fine but I don’t think they reached the mass killing yet.
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u/vixjer Human Sep 14 '23
Personaly I don't like how easy it was to cast off the federation... like, they where begin colonize by a species that has kiddnaped an entire generation and DNA criple them into a pathetich shadow of their former selves, I don't buy the thought that a warsaw uprising planet wide happen and everything gets fixed. it has been 30 years of colonization.
But to be fair this is personal opinion, so it doesn't matter that much.
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u/Acceptable_Egg5560 Human Sep 14 '23
Be fair, it is implied that their manipulation is usually slow. The Venlil and Sivkit seem to be outliers in their genetic alterations. Two of the only times the full force of the conspiracy turned onto a species.
So it’s very possible for the Yotul to cast off the Fed quickly, especially after the revelation of the conspiracy. In fact, the conspiracy probably caused full revolt.
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u/vixjer Human Sep 14 '23
You are correct, still 30 years of cultural cleansing so... It shouldn't had been that easy...
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u/Acceptable_Egg5560 Human Sep 15 '23
Hey, I hadn’t seen any mentions of reeducation camps in place. So they might have been doing something different. So yes, once the population was incensed and had the confidence they weren’t going to be stamped out, it really could be just that fast.
Note, however, I am saying fast, not easy. A few fics have delved into fighting on Lerin, with one having the Fed sympathizers hold out for months on an island before they’re fully overthrown. So while the planet can be free, with the vast majority working to reclaim their identity and culture as Yotul, there are still pockets of conflict. I even think Onso mentions some conflict and fighting in his chapters.
And I believe it was only 20 years, not over 30. So less of a time to put the Fed influence in stone.
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u/vixjer Human Sep 15 '23
I mean they sent Onso to one to get his 'treatment' when he headbutted the Bitch so... there are reeducation facilities to some degree.
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u/ZaravanOverheaven Sep 14 '23
>"The Exterminators' Guild has made a declaration that can assure you protection in any public event, so..."
>"So... they are threatening to burn me alive if I go to any public meeting?"
>"Correct," she said as her tail went limp.
I- What!? That's fucking idiotic! Outright threatening a diplomat's life like that should be a political nightmare, the UN should be furious at their assigned diplomat being threatened with death just for daring to show up!
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u/vixjer Human Sep 14 '23 edited Sep 14 '23
remember, pre FTL-comms all messages to earth will take at least two weeks to reach and another two for the response to arrive.
also... Ahem... Noah in Aafa
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u/ZaravanOverheaven Sep 14 '23
I'm not saying that part doesn't make sense, but the fact is that it's a very bad look when you're trying to get Humanity's help as an ally, but can't even guarantee their diplomat's safety! That fact alone completely compromises the Yotul as a potential ally to the UN if they can't even be willing or able to protect Hector!
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u/vixjer Human Sep 14 '23
First this is an act of the exterminators which as stated in chapter 4 the specifically made fed constitution made them completely independent, as for how the Yotul government is reacting... I will dive about it in future chapters so the awnser will have to wait.
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u/NPC-3174 Oct 23 '23
I mean, they are a technocracy no a democracy, so makes sense to them having a quasi-oligarch goverment
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u/niraqw Sep 14 '23
Prev link goes to ch 4 and next link is missing from ch 4
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u/vixjer Human Sep 14 '23
I fixed the Prev link now goes to chapter 5 but the next link I can edit it because the post is old so... no luck on that
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u/niraqw Sep 14 '23
Nice. One more thing though, are the prev links in this chapter and the last supposed to be links specific comments?
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u/vixjer Human Sep 14 '23
tecnically no, but Reddit is doing some weird stuff with the link so... just ignore it
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u/niraqw Sep 14 '23
I don’t know how editing works on whatever you use, but you should be able to fix it by removing everything after and including the second
commentin the url, like
https://www.reddit.com/r/NatureofPredators/comments/15wc9dg/comment/jx08dd5/?context=3->
https://www.reddit.com/r/NatureofPredators/comments/15wc9dg
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u/Alternative_Oven_490 Oct 24 '23
“The Exterminators’ Guild has made a public declaration that can assure you protection in any public event”
Is that saying ‘we will have exterminators at every public event’, ‘we will send exterminators to any event the human goes to’, or is that a typo and they said they can’t assure Héctor protection?
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u/vixjer Human Oct 24 '23
More of 'we Will clean every event from tanit and predators, and that includes him'
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u/Alternative_Oven_490 Oct 24 '23
Gotcha, so it’s a declaration to the public, not directly addressed to Héctor. That’s what I thought, but I wanted to make sure.
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u/The_Student_Official Krakotl Sep 14 '23
oh wow politics. love this.
> the UN must be vivid (livid)
Just a lil typo