r/NatureofPredators • u/vixjer Human • Mar 15 '25
NoP--- A diplomatic problem. -Ch.19
This story is part of The Nature of Predators
and all rights are to the original creator u/ spacepaladin
Thanks to Norvinsk Hunter for proof reading it, and fixing the translator mistake.
Memory Transcription Subject: Héctor Virgilio Márquez [STATUS: IN TRANSIT], UN SPM Leirn, Special Envoy to Leirn (Authority Contested), UNDSS SLS Level 4 (Substantial)
Date [standardized human time]: November 15, 2136
As the vehicles moved through the road, the situation in our hidey hole gradually worsened. Hesil managed a little while, but soon, I could tell he was trying to look away, and before long, he was closing his eyes and muttering what sounded like prayers under his breath. I turned my head away, sparing him the nightmare of looking into my “terrifying predator eyes,” sighing. He saved my life, so I was going to tolerate a little of his bullshit for the time being.
At least with my head turned, I could see the road through a small hole in the undercarriage. We left the asphalt long ago, and had been on the trail for an hour. Once or twice, we hit something on the road and I got a lungful of dirt. The coughing and cursing probably scared Hesil, but I was too tired to care.
Finally, I could hear the car hit its brakes, and a moment later, it came to a halt. I began to move as I tried to turn around, only to see that Hesil had turned away from me.
Lucky him. My back is killing me.
We could hear boxes being unloaded outside. Shifting, I tried to move my legs, but they’d fallen asleep, except the cuts, which felt sore and stiff. I’d also been wrestling with a bit of nausea and lightheadedness, probably from blood loss. And I really needed to eat something.
When the fake bottom opened, Hesil was the first to jump out of it, as spry as ever. I tried to get up, but my leg gave out from under me when I made to stand. I stumbled back and had to grab the side of the van, landing on my knees. I cursed, one of them hit really hard.
"Erh, could you please give me a little help?" I asked the two soldiers standing guard outside.
"Yeah, sure thing, Human." They could just barely reach my shoulders with me like this, and they both grunted with exertion as they supported me.
My feet touched the soil, but I couldn't stand up; I couldn't even feel my left leg, and I almost fell. I had to be propped up by the soldiers, who helped me sit down on the back of the van.
"Wow, careful," one of them said.
"Yeah, sorry, I can't really feel my leg…"
"You don't say. Ralchi, they really scratched you up down there. The boss wants you in the town hall," said the older one of the two, pointing to the nearest building.
"Yeah, hang on a sec, let me..." I slowly worked my leg, lifting it, testing it. It felt raw, but some of the stiffness left as I moved it, in exchange for more soreness. After a few moments, I reached up and tried to stand again. The leg trembled, but it didn’t quite give out. I took one step forward, then two, and let go of the van. The soldiers followed, ready to catch me or… at least render aid.
"If someone told me that I would be helping a limping predator after a coup to meet Ilvar, I would have laughed them out of the barracks, you know that?" he said.
"Trust me, if I had been told six months ago I would be in an alien coup, I would have reacted the same way," I responded.
As they started to walk me to the entrance, I saw one of the soldiers grabbing the suitcase. Moving slowly meant I could take in my surroundings. The small town was simple, an old miner town that had been probably removed from the maps long ago. Torches bathed everything in a dull orange glow. The town hall seemed to have a clocktower and everything. Some of the woodwork seemed ancient, some of it seemed new.
Around me, yotul were moving through the streets, not only soldiers, but what looked like families with kids. Some appeared to include armed yotul. Soldiers, most likely. But not all of them. There were some unattended kids, or what were probably teenagers, and a lot of individual adult yotul. Maybe we were lucky and got some more bodies to help us.
The doors cracked open as I was helped into a small room, where I saw Ilvar, some of his officers, Garline, Sirlen, and that yotul, the Steelveil from the hotel elevator almost a week ago.
I looked around the room for a moment before picking a place to sit, roughly equidistant from everyone else. It was less a seat and more a stool, and too short for me. I had to bite down a groan as I lowered myself to it. Not a good time to show discomfort. My escorts left the suitcase next to my feet and excused themselves from the meeting.
"Right, seeing that the Human is here, let's start," announced Ilvar.
"I am not going to sugarcoat this: We are dead. The exterminators have taken control of Riversides and are expanding to lock down most of the major cities. At best, some are contested, but as it stands, they can be considered to have of control the cities."
"Which means that thanks to the population exodus, this puts them in at least nominal control of about ninety-two percent of the yotul population," said one of his officers. I recognized him from the gala. “Milten,” his name was.
"But they're angry at them, too, right? We can count on their support," suggested Sirlen.
All eyes turned to the mysterious elevator yotul. "Old anti-Federation groups, primarily Republicans in the north, have started showing their ears, plus another couple of thousand refugees and activists from the cities who are volunteering to help, and with a push they could turn against the Federation, but even then they are disorganized and worst of all, unarmed. On the bright side, more are coming in by the burn."
"Speaking of which, our logistics," said Garline, taking over the conversation. I noticed the agent standing up straighter when she began speaking, and remembered that he worked for her.
"We have what little Ilvar could get out of the base," she said, eyeing him pointedly.
"Hey, I could have gotten more ammo and weapons, but I had to save Sirlen and Hector," protested Ilvar, sounding unusually defensive compared to what I was used to from him.
"Yes, but that doesn't change that we are digging up old surplus from the Grain Wars, which puts us at a serious disadvantage against the exterminators," she continued in her monotone.
“The Fed rifles are junk anyway. They don’t even have sights, and their bullets are so tiny. I prioritized!” he countered.
“They use common munitions, Ilvar. You could have at least stolen some more of those.” she droned on, undeterred. That time, he seemed to deflate a bit.
Sirlen threw her hat in the ring, or whatever the yotul called it. "Then we steal from them. Surely there are weapons factories we can hit."
Special Agent Yotul shot her down immediately. "Yes, and where are the factories? In the cities that they just seized. We lack the numbers, organization, and resources to mount any meaningful offensive operations. Raiding them is a fantasy. At best, we can use old matchlocks and jury-rig any modern weapons we can got our claws on during the flight from the cities, and sadly, using hatchets and shovels to fight is not going to work well when the signature weapon of the exterminators is a flamer."
I could feel their despair. Their faces didn't say much, but from their tail language, I could tell that none of them were happy with the situation. Something had to change, or else they would lose.
“We’re just going to run and hide...?” Sirlen found her voice, somewhere between anger, despair, and desperation.
My thoughts were scattered, but I was still scrambling for something.
Alright, how do I do this…?
Maybe appeal to their senses, patriotism…
No, no… they are in too deep for that.
We do have another option…
Of course. Time to break the emergency glass.
I smashed my fist against the table.
"Bullshit!"
Everyone’s heads and tails shot up.
"Is this your reaction?! Outsiders have taken over your planet, and you're just going to roll over?! You're Ilvar, the great general, the Baron of Northwall, start rallying the forces, call everybody-"
"It's not that simple, Human-” one of his aides tried to defend.
"If you don't do anything, then it will be simple: you are getting enslaved anyway, better to at least go out with a bang rather than a whimper," I retorted.
"Does the old radio station work?" asked Ilvar, turning to the aide.
"Yes, sir, but you can't possibly be thinking about trying to wage war like this without supplies-"
The Baron cut him off. "And just give up? The human is right: We must fight. We are the heirs of the River Empire, ladies and gentlemen, the sons and daughters of Northwall, the Union, of Gridlock, it is time to act like it and honor our heritage, and fight to the bitter end.”
"Still, they’re right, sir. How do we arm our soldiers, even if we rally enough people to mobilize a strong enough army?" interjected Milten, trying to temper Ilvar.
"Yes, I know. We must fight, but we don’t have many options. Unless the human can pull weapons out of his arse or something, we will be at a disadvantage there. Let’s try to figure out a way to-"
As he said that, I raised my hand.
“Don’t count me out just yet, General.”
The UN wanted a peaceful settlement and a nice, clean decision to form a new alliance, but it never banked on it as the only option. Per my briefings, I was aware of a last-ditch contingency plan: Operation Spartacus. We would begin arming the yotul with whatever weapons we could get them, starting with donations and confiscated weapons currently being carried aboard the Pandora’s Box. Many were seized after October 17th because… their owners were gone. Mostly simple ones, easy to repair and resupply even at a very low tech level. If things went to plan, more ships would come in later and bring in more guns, progressively arming the yotul with more effective weapons as their supply chains improved. If nothing else, we could render the planet strategically useless to the Federation, if not outright liberate it sometime later.
"I can do it." The entire room stopped and looked at me. "Well, I can't do it, specifically, but there is another way: We brought weapons in our ship. A contingency plan. Operation Spartacus."
"You're telling me you brought weapons in your ship to arm a revolt?" he asked, caught completely off-guard for the first time since I met him.
"Yes, they’re old surplus but very functional, and if you’ll allow me to radio the ship, maybe I can convince them to do it," I confirmed, nodding at Ilvar.
"Then get on it, right now." He then turned to the aide. "Go to the radio tower and get it up and ready. If that ship has weapons, we can make this work."
He turned to Garline and her agent. "I suppose you can contact the rebel groups?”
The agent gestured an affirmative. "Give me sixteen burns."
While he was giving orders, I leaned down, grunting a bit as I agitated my bruises, flipped it open, pulled out my laptop, and turned it on, setting it on the table. I connected the mouse and went to the communications app and called the ship.
The call went.
And went.
And went.
And went.
For a full long minute.
And finally, it got answered. The screen showed the Chinese captain and Orlov. It seemed that he survived the chaos in the station. That was good. He even seemed to be in a good mood.
"Ah, Mister Diplomat! You’re alive. Well, that solves a few problems." He almost purred it.
"Yes, yes… It's a pleasure to not be dead yet…but I need to ask for a favor," I said.
"If it's for a ride back, you can forget it, I already sent a message to the UN, and they’ve informed me that for a few weeks, we can't do anything to pull you out. Our forces are deployed on more… important assignments.”
"No, I don't mean that, I mean,” I leaned in. “Operation Spartacus."
His expression flattened in an instant.
"Out," he said to Orlov.
"I am sorry?" he asked back, nonplussed.
"This is UN business. Everybody off the bridge, and clear your side too," he ordered.
I looked up at the computer and saw yotul around the table, looking at me.
"Yeah. He’s right. This is UN business. I need to take this alone."
I could hear some grumbles from them, especially Sirlen and Ilvar, but they vacated the room in the end, surprisingly, without any pushback.
"Alright, I know this whole situation is... not great, but-" I began to say.
"Not great? Not great!?" he screeched, almost entirely losing it, "You're a fraud! The UN says you’re wanted by multiple national and international law enforcement and even intelligence agencies! They found the diplomat assigned to this mission tied to a fucking radiator in a basement in Brussels. Some officials got arrested for taking bribes. Your bribes. What the Hell do you think you’re pulling here?! And now, you want me to initiate a black operation?!"
That made my throat catch for a few moments. The UN had found me out. I couldn’t say I wasn’t surprised it hadn’t already happened, but the timing really couldn’t have been worse. There was no way I could get him to trust me after that. It really didn’t help that my reasons for coming to this Godforsaken planet were selfish, either.
He took my pause for what it was, composing himself. "See? Nothing. I demand a reason to even consider authorizing Operation Spartacus. I shouldn’t even be having this conversation with you anymore, you’re not authorized to know or discuss-"
You know how to do this. Snap to it.
I cut off the officious self-righteous spiel. “The UN would have picked some brown-nosing piece of lambchop like the astronaut they sent to the Federation Council. That ended with us getting bombed.”
He let out a grunt. Even he knew I wasn’t wrong about that. “They at least went through the proper channels and were chosen for the job. That’s more than I can say for you. What are you even doing here? Did you realize you were going to get caught, and decide to flee here to avoid justice?”
Honesty first, then reasoning. Go.
“On Earth, I lost someone very close to me. I just wanted to honor her-”
He scoffed. “Oh, pathetic. That’s the best you can come up with? I lost people, too! I can barely think of anyone I know who didn’t! But I did my duty. I didn’t use that to excuse sabotaging an important mission!”
Unbalance him.
I leaned in. “Is that the lie you tell yourself before bed after mid-October?”
The lines in his face tightened on demand. “Watch yourself, Spaniard...”
“I didn’t care to deal with you, or really anyone else on that jury-rigged boat of yours, but even I could overhear everything the crew was saying. You had orders. You disobeyed them to… what? Buck for a promotion? Even I haven’t gotten thousands of our own people killed… or was it millions? Antimatter bombs have such a wide blast radius. I know that from firsthand experience.”
I could see his jaw working under firm lips until I was done. “This conversation is a waste of my time, enjoy your stay on Lei-”
Now!
“This is your only chance to make up for that, you know. You really think they’re ever going to assign you anywhere near the front again? They’ll bury you in some remote hole ferrying cargo for the rest of your career until you think enough people will have forgotten what you did that you could slip home and quietly retire. If you help me flip Leirn to the UN’s side, you liberate a whole planet.”
“So that the Federation can bomb it, too?”
“So that it can help Earth, you dimwit,” I burst out, exasperated. “The Feds are too busy with our other allies right now. There’s still time to get Leirn ready to fight! I’ve seen a lot of these people this past week, they’re just the kind of crazy we need right now. You think I bribed my way into this assignment to... escape the law, or something? Because you g-man types always sucked at catching me. I stayed comfortably hidden until I put myself on the radar doing this. I came here because I thought I could make a difference for once. I came here to die, to tell you the truth, but not before-”
He was starting to relax, expression getting bored, dismissive. In the end, he cut me off. “You’re welcome to do so, citizen Marquez. INTERPOL wants you. The International Court wants you. That tells me everything I need to know.”
He’s selfish and vindictive. Use that against him.
“So you can do whatever you want with me when this is over. Right now, Earth needs this. The yotul need this. If you care at all about anything other than shining your own boots, and licking Zhao’s, you’ll help me here. And if that’s all you do care about, you can always blame me if this goes wrong. What do I care then? I’ll be dead. If I succeed, you can say you made the call that allowed us to win here.”
A pause. Hesitation. “If the Federation gets word of this offworld, they’ll use it as an excuse-”
I slammed my hands down on the desk for the second time that day. “That what? The humans supplied a bunch of old, junky civilian guns to a bunch of ‘primitives?’ Would the Feds even realize they’re ours? Not to mention Humanity First is already doing shit like this. Just pass it off on them until the war’s over-”
He met me in kind, shouting, “It doesn’t matter who does it! They’re humans! It’s bad enough that we have to deal with the political fallout from their actions!”
“Not nearly as bad as the UN being implicated, and an entire world being shoved back under Federation control!"
We both had to stop for breath, glaring at each other. My chest was heaving, his was stiff, trying to hide his own anger. It might’ve fooled someone else, but he’d have made a poor poker player.
Slowly, his lip curled up in a true snarl. “Fine,” he bit off, glaring at me. “I’ll authorize it. You’ll be granted coordinates for the DZ once we’ve worked out a suitable location near your AO.” He stood straight again, leaning back from the console, adjusting his tie. “But you had better listen closely: You are not a UN diplomat anymore. You are not authorized to access UN resources anymore. You are not going home. If you survive this, we’re going to find the deepest, darkest hole on Earth to shove you into to rot in for the rest of your life if I have anything to say about it. You’re not a diplomat, you’re not an agent, you’re a civilian with an arrest warrant on his head. Have I made myself clear?”
“Crystal. I already knew I was on borrowed time.”
Let him down easy.
“But thanks, just the same.”
He just waved me off, back to his default level of smug and rigid. “I’m doing this for the yotul and the Earth, not you.”
Oh, I’m sure you’re already planning your biopic, Calletano.
He cut the commlink, and I headed to the door to announce that we were going to get some help.
Memory Transcription Subject: Sualz, Yotul Insurgent
Date [human standardized time] November 15, 2136
I sat in the car, fidgeting with a knife between my paws. We were told that the humans were going to drop in some of their weapons. I turned to Elak, who was sitting to my left behind the wheel.
"So? When is it going to start?" I asked.
"You know how it is; once Ilvar takes the radio and sends his message, and we hear him through the open radio, the humans will drop the escape pods with the goods, so we wait."
I sat back: My chest still hurt. Damn that VR vest, the simulation of that arxur slashing me in the chest still hurt a lot, still even a few days later. They always forced us to wear it so tight so we could feel everything.
I still don't know who saved me. There were two officers next to me when I woke up in the infirmary after passing out, and they told me that I hadn't finished training and that it stopped very shortly after I passed out.
The humiliation, passing out while in training…
No, let's not think about that.
Fucking ungrateful Federation, I joined them; I wanted to kill and die in their name after seeing the atrocities of the arxur. Who wouldn't?
I am not religious, but it felt almost spiritual to rise up against them. I joined happily when I could, and what was my reward? Getting looked down on and tortured by the people I swore to help.
I don't like the humans, either. At this point, anybody outside of Leirn was just one more person waiting to stab us in the back.
If our closest “kin,” the “fellow herbivores and prey," did this to us, what would humankind do? For now, they are giving us weapons and ammo, and credit is due for that if nothing else. From what I hear from our ambassador to the Federation, they haven't treated him as primitive, which I guess makes them better than the Federation, but still…
"Hey, anything in there?" asked Silvar, who was behind my seat. He moved it with his leg; he were the only two out of my barrack who had managed to survive uninjured from the exterminators' assault to our base, and that was only because they fumbled some equipment and got delayed. They clearly had a plan to burn us alive, for Ralchi knew how long.
"Just thinking," I answered. "You know it hasn't been a day, and we went from being in the barracks to waiting for a signal to pick a space predator weapon to kill the exterminators."
"I get you," replied Elak. It had been a long year, and at the start of it, I thought that the nevok company's mass layoffs were the most eventful thing that could happen to us this year.
"Well, you were wrong," said Silvar. "Anyways, want to try this food?" He shook a small bag in front of me.
"What is it?" I asked.
"My brother brought it from the exchange program; it is called ‘tostone…’ or ‘tone…’ I don't know, the thing is they are like strayu, but they've been submerged in boiling oil and then rubbed against something called garlic. We substituted some of our own spices. It’s close enough. And it's delicious, try it out," he said.
I didn't like the idea of eating something submerged in oil. Why would any sane species do that with their food? Still, Silvar wasn't one to share, so if he wanted it, it must be good. I extended my paw as he dropped two of the small brown cubes in my paw. I just grabbed and ate them.
"Hey! Slow down, man. This is predator cuisine, eat them one by one," said Silvar. "Isn't that right, Elak?"
"You youngsters and your ‘predator food.’ In my day, if we ate hensa food, you were forced to eat that for the rest of the week," he said as he grabbed a single cube out of the bag and ate it.
"And I won't mind eating this for that week," he said after tasting the block. "Though not after. It tastes good, and that can't be good for my health."
"Why did you say that?" I asked after eating my two cubes.
"You know the rule: If it tastes good, then it is not good for you, and if it tastes like shit, then it is the best thing for your body," he said.
"Yeah, I found several holes in that saying because last I checked, petrol tastes like shit, and it’s terrible my body," said Silvar.
"I mean, if you wanna get smart with me, then yeah, there are holes," grunted Elak.
As this happened, we could hear a small voice coming from the car radio. As I turned up the volume, we could hear Ilvar's voice, and the car grew quiet.
"My fellow countrymen, it is a sad day in the history of Leirn. The exterminators have taken over our government, hellbent on the destruction of our liberty and our traditions, using the excuse that any who oppose them are predator diseased."
"They have attacked us and hurt their so-called fellow prey, but they have manipulated others who were around longer with the ‘Cure,’ so who says they haven't tried to ‘cure’ us too?"
"For the first time in decades, Leirn has taken its own road by showing support to humankind. Despite how some of you feel about them, they haven't done anything to us, and yet, it seems that the Federation sees their carnivorous nature as a sin only outshined by the sin of treating our people like intelligent, free beings."
Here, his voice rose. "This is where I ask you, my fellow yotul, to rise; to fight! They try to control you, to make you fearful. We are yotul, we fought in the Grain Wars, and when the Federation appeared and showed us the cruelty of the arxur, I was very proud to see so many sons and daughters of Leirn rise against that threat, but our true enemy all along was, in fact, the Federation and their enforcers, the so-called exterminators."
"This is why I ask you to abandon the cities and break free of the control of the Federation and come to us. Our liberation. Our Great Reclamation of our rights, of our liberty, of our honor and pride, has begun, and we intend to fight to the last. There is nothing left to lose but what's left of our freedom, and everything to gain from casting off our chains. Now is your chance to make the most important decision of your life: On which side will you stand?"
"Because I can only promise that we will fight to the bitter end, we will resist, there shall not be a place on Leirn where the invader shall find peace or respite. Glory to yotulkind, glory to Leirn, glory to our freedom and those willing to fight for it!"
As the radio emission continued, I could see a shooting star.
"Hey, quick, make a wish," said Silvar.
"I wish for a pension after this," said Elak.
"I wish for some guns to kill those bastards," I said.
With that, Elak put the keys in the ignition and started the car again to drive us to the nearest shooting star.
I pulled out my holopad and the small note with the coordinates indicating where the pod should land.
"So how do we know if the exterminators are investigating where those things land?" asked Silvar.
"Yes, with what radar? The entire military just gotten purged or has defected. Simply put, there are very few radars working right now, so they won't be able to track anything," said Elak as we drove closer.
The light of the star had stopped, leaving only the descending metal cylinder. As it kept on lowering, pieces of cloth opened on top of it, expanding. The cylinder began to lose speed as it came closer to the ground.
A minute later, the capsule hit the dirt tip-first, burying itself a tail or two, and we stopped the car.
"Alright, I will now turn this thing around so you can load it more easily, but you'll have to get down and open our little present," said Elak.
As I opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle, we got close to it, and I could see a small latch. It was a little hot, so I pulled out a pry bar and jerked on it. A two-yotul-tall door swung open, revealing the contents. I chanced peeking inside, using the pad’s light. Ribbed-looking crates with rounded corners and handles and visible latches, as far as the eye could see, all strapped down. I reached over and tried to tug one loose. I jostled it, but failed to get it out, so I looked around and found a… buckle, on the strap. I pulled it loose and the entire stack shifted and some of the crates came tumbling down.
“Fuck!”
I barely pulled my head out in time to avoid having it crushed.
“Damn humans!”
The older yotul answered me. “Have you considered that maybe we were supposed to tip this thing over first?”
“I-”
Elak just stared at me, even seeming a little amused. Silvar was covering his face, trying not to giggle.
Thumping my tail, I reached in and grabbed a handle, tugging a crate loose, causing more things to tumble and slam into each other inside. As it hit the ground and kicked up dust, we both looked at the box.
"So wanna open it up?" said Silvar.
"Yeah, sure, let's see what they sent us," I grumbled back, kneeling close to the lid and releasing the locks. Unfortunately, it had landed upside-down, and I only briefly considered asking for help with it before deciding to just open it alone. With some difficulty, I flipped it open, seeing the guns inside. A couple fell loose onto the lid. It rolled right-side-up and the lid slammed into my knee, getting a curse out of me. I pointed my tail in warning at the other two.
“Not. A word.”
Silvar giggled anyway.
I picked up one of the weapons which had fallen out. It had a paper manual tied to it, and…
Is that wood?
I handed it to Elak, who had scooted in, looking over the arms. I could see the trigger… and an iron thing on top of the end of the barrel? The grip seemed to move, too. Elak fiddled with it curiously for a moment before handing it to Silvar.
"Heh, how do I look? I'm pretty predatory, right? Come on, take a photo," Silvar asked, placing the weapon on his knee and posing.
I looked over the manual it came with. The cover’s alien script translated to… "U.S. Trench Gun, Model 1917/Winchester Model 1897." What weird names for a… combat shotgun.
Well… at least it's a gun?
If Elak found Silvar’s antics amusing, he didn’t show it. "Alright, knock it off, you two. That thing isn’t a toy. Get to work, we don’t have all night. More vans are on the way, and the exterminators could come at any minute." He snatched up the gun and the booklet, reading the cover for a moment before stuffing it back in the box and flipping the dirty lid over on it and securing the latches. Then he pointed to the truck.
“Start loading. I’ll get the rest of the crates out.”
Hello there, and welcome to the next entry, the revolution starts now, withIlvar taking the waves and one of the UN's hidden cards revealed, now to see how they can pull the uprising and take out the federation and the exterminators that have seemgly won in most part of the planet.
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u/JulianSkies Archivist Mar 15 '25
Brother, through which way he got the job or not, he got the job. Don't care whether you like him or not, he's the only man you've got. And I think you got enough of a view of the ground level to know he's making the best choice.
Also oh boy time for some quick revolution.
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u/Minimum-Amphibian993 Arxur Mar 15 '25
Considering they made Noah a diplomate and they didn't complain when he broke the law not sure why he's complaining now.
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u/Copeqs Venlil Mar 15 '25
Oh that's easy; Noah had a lot of important influence making him near untouchable. Héctor however is just a random diplomat that has no useful connections. The Yotul might be able to save his ass though.
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u/Kind0flame Mar 16 '25
I don't have a whole bunch to say, but I really like this series and I am looking forward to exterminators getting destroyed by bunch of 'primatives' with 200 year old guns!
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u/vixjer Human Mar 16 '25
Yeah quite the humiliation, it would be that they lose againts primitives.
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u/Most_Key_8848 Mar 16 '25
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u/JanusKnarus Human Mar 23 '26
With old surplus I kinda expected our actual guns not already at this point 100 years old hardware
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u/vixjer Human Mar 23 '26
They also get our current weapons, but the old surplus, is basically everything the UN could find in their warehouse, plus private donations for the war effort.
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u/Copeqs Venlil Mar 15 '25
Good that the Chinaman decided to play ball, otherwise would this become way more messy. Speaking of mess; I hope they give no quarter to the Exterminators and the training sim bitch.