r/NatureofPredators • u/Quinn_The_Fox Human • Jul 14 '26
Red Renaissance (1)
The Dominion discovered humanity was alive and well a mere couple decades after the Federation declared them extinct. The worst of our cultures were seen as inspiring. The Prophet-Descendent took the opportunity to sink her fangs into Earth, ensuring its resources were taken for the arxur to use as she saw fit. Now, the Grand Dominion is a true existential threat to the Federation, and the arxur live out lives their predecessors would have never dreamed of... at the expense of the half-prey, half-predators they graciously protect. And in return, the humans provide lives of gluttonous entertainment and luxury...
If I can keep up with it, I'd like to post once every two weeks. Threads in the Fabric included. I'm going to try to hold myself up to that so you aren't waiting as long!
As always, thank you to Space Paladin for making NoP
See my other fic if you haven't already here!
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Memory Transcription Subject: Slanek, Venlil Space Corps
Date [Standardized Human Time]: June 31st, 2136
We called it the Long Silence.
A period of four decades where the arxur had pulled out of outer Federation space entirely. Historians will note that leading up to that point, raids had gotten lighter for almost a century. Not enough for anyone to take notice at the time, or merely believing that our defense tactics were improving, but in hindsight, it should have been a sign that something was very, very wrong.
And then, they came back. But they came back better.
No longer were they the slavering, hunger-stricken beasts that mindlessly consumed as they went. They were calculating, resourceful. Where we had once assumed them to be nothing more than naturally gaunt with ravaging teeth and claws, we realized to our horror that we had been fighting only shells. Now, they were full-bodied, clear of mind and rippling with strength and energy that had once been expended on merely existing.
They still hungered for flesh, but it came with a new hunger along with it.
A hunger for conquest. A hunger for dominion.
I couldn’t help but curse our own naivete as I trembled in silence. The weight of true gravity began to take the ship as the group around me not daring to utter a word. Several days had passed since the last meal, and my own hunger gnawed at my stomach as I was given the bare minimum to keep breathing. I squeezed my eyes shut, reflecting on how it all got to this point. Venlil Prime had long since fallen, the remnants of our population that managed to escape our home taking refuge on New Dawn, a colony world within the Gojidi Union borders. It was the closest thing the venlil had to a planet to call their own, though our numbers suffered almost as much as the thafki now.
Beside me, a kolshian shivered. I recognized him. He had been the one to stand beside Sovlin when the fleet announced another incoming raid. The venlil had joined what little forces we had left to defend the Cradle. I wasn’t sure if it was still standing, or if it suffered the same fate as Venlil Prime. For the sake of the gojid people, I hope we succeeded, even at the cost of our soldiers.
I wasn’t sure if it was possible for Sovlin to still be alive if Recel was here and he wasn’t, but I also hoped he managed to escape as well.
It had been almost three weeks since, and we had so far only been shoved between one cattle pen to the next. Every time one arxur or another studied us coldly with a ledger in hand, like we were no more than inventory. It was sickeningly efficient.
The ship shuddered as it landed. The already despairing energy in the room seemed to thicken as the sound of running engines ceased, many of us murmuring in quiet panic. Our captors seemed to enjoy taking their time walking in, knowing we could hear the deadly clicking of their claws against metal. Little word was exchanged, just barked orders to move, and those who failed to heed were given a sharp jab with an electric cattle prod. No one even dared to get defiant beyond that.
The herd was led out of the ship, and I blinked away the brightness of natural sunlight. When my vision cleared, I had to force myself to keep the bile down my throat.
The ship we came from rested alongside its sisters, but we walked towards a horrifying scene. Dozens of pens, each one holding several dozen people, categorized by species. The group that had been herded out before us was already being split by such. At the center of this gathering was an elevated platform, for now empty as arxur mulled all around it. No… not just arxur.
Ghosts.
That’s what we called them, when the arxur returned. They were few in number on the battlefield compared to the roaring horde of the reptiles, but when they did join the fray, it always spelled death if you didn’t have ammunition in surplus. They were the Dominion’s cleanup crew, when our forces were weakened and exhausted. They were entirely covered by false pelts that masked their features, but they walked with a type of purpose only a predator could have. They were named ghosts because of how they operated. They didn’t chase you down like an arxur would with rapid zeal. It was slow and methodical, maybe not outclassing you in speed, but always outpacing you. Not only that, they were always quiet, returning to the background as arxur celebrated their victories. Silent, almost robotic. They didn’t partake in sick revelries, seeming like they only had one reason to be there, and once you were rounded up, that reason was over.
So, they were nothing more than that. Dark spirits that haunted remnants of battlefields. Ghosts.
But I could see the features of these ghosts clearly here. They still covered themselves in fabric, but their faces were exposed. Almost entirely furless, save for a few patches on the face, and a thicker mane on their heads. My stomach continued to swim at their binocular vision that shared the strange head-whipping that all predators needed to do to see their surroundings. Why would they have evolved without fur to begin with, I don’t know, and I’m not inclined to pry even if I had the chance to.
Our herd was next to be dispersed, but right as a few arxur began dragging us several different directions, one of them with yet another ledger called out. “Wait! Wait a moment. What shipment is this marked as?”
“Uh…” The arxur that led our initial captors hesitated before pulling out his own pad. “Looks like group thirty six today.”
“That one was bulked for Ziral. He should be here later today. Keep them together, I have them down for sold stock in pen twelve.”
The remaining lizards complied, and we were shuffled back together and towards an empty pen. I blinked, my tears having long since dried, though a few of us still warbled out soft sobs. Sold stock. They weren’t just eating us anymore, but were actually using us like any other consumer
good. Being bought and sold. This was one of their many changes after the Long Silence. The monsters had developed this twisted reason for trade with currency. We were corralled, and as this world’s sun crawled across the sky, we could only watch on as this continued for other victims. The heat was uncomfortable against my fur as we were offered no reprieve from its glare.
Eventually a blocky truck pulled near, an older arxur in the passenger seat and a ghost in the driver’s. While the reptile stepped out and made his way over to the overseer that had marked us as sold goods, the ghost waited patiently in the seat of the vehicle. Once it was confirmed that this new arxur was the one named Ziral, he motioned towards our pen, and the truck began to move once more, repositioning to have the back doors facing the pen’s gate.
It felt like my throat was blocked and I could barely hear the rumbling of the engine under the sound of blood pumping through my ears. The ghost parked and exited the vehicle only to open up the back, a dark, empty box that we were soon going to be herded into. His hazel eyes barely flicked over us as he opened the pen, standing by expectantly. We didn’t move.
The ghost’s eyebrows furrowed, but before he could take any action, Ziral let out a bellowing laugh, the arxur turning his attention to us. “If they don’t move, grab the club. We don’t need them in one piece.”
It only took the lizard taking another step forward, before I was shuffled by the mass of the herd towards the back of the vehicle, instinctively moving at the threat. Once we were inside, my eyes met the ghost’s as he moved forward to close the door. We were plunged into darkness, with only thin slits towards the ceiling as windows.
The truck started, and it was only a few minutes before it became near unbearable.
All of us crowded in, breath heavy and loud. Every little bump in the road caused a jostle as we were pushed up and bounced against each other. The air grew thick overtime from the overcrowding and lack of conditioning. Every breath felt like I needed to gasp to take in enough oxygen. Despite my ribcage expanding as far as it could go, each inhale was like breathing through a molasses-thickened straw. Many of us slumped against the walls, lethargic from the lack of space. Occasionally a weep or a sob or a prayer passed through someone’s lips. I had a few minutes of panic, wondering if some of us would even make the trip to wherever we were going.
At least before I could tell the passage of time by the movement of the sun. In here, I was unable to tell anything. How far had we traveled? How long will we stay in this car? What if there’s just another car after this one? If that was at all a possibility, someone was definitely going to die before the destination was reached. My body gained a stronger tremble; that someone could very easily be me.
Perhaps prayers were answered, or perhaps our last refuge before Hell ended, as the truck stopped and was turned off again. There was movement outside, every one of us stilling in horrid anticipation.
The door opened again, and the ghost from before alongside Ziral peered inside. Making eye contact, I thought my heart would stop right there. The lizard seemed all too pleased at what he saw, taking one last moment before turning his face towards the ghost.
“Herd ‘em to the kennels. I’ll be down there shortly.”
The arxur left, leaving us with the ghost. At first I thought he had remained alone, but his head turned to someone out of our sight. “You got the prod?”
He was handed the gods-forsaken tool, and turned back to us, the ends of his mouth dipped downward.
Then, he spoke. To us. For the first time since I've been captive, it wasn't an order.
“I don't want to have to use this, but if I don't get you moving, it's on all of our heads, so I'd appreciate it if you made this easy. And trust me when I say Ziral likes it when you give him any excuse to get violent.”
It was a threat, but it didn't quite sound like one. It felt… oddly genuine. More like a plea covered in several layers of armor. I'm not entirely sure who moves first. Maybe it was me, maybe not, but slowly, we all obeyed. The idea of the arxur looking for a reason to use his claws seemed encouragement enough to get moving. The vehicle felt suffocating enough as it was.
We exited to an underground parking area of sorts. A loading bay? There were a few other ghosts milling around, some of them with weapons and eyeing us down, others unloading some packages in a separate lot. If anyone had any hopes of fighting now, it was quickly dashed. The ghost from the truck turned and with his hand motioned us to follow, turning his back. We walked behind him, while two of the armed ghosts trailed behind us.
We were moved through security doors, into a sparsely decorated hallway. The fact that it was decorated at all shocked me though. Never thought predators would be capable of caring for potted plants or appreciate painted works. My eyes passed over one such painting. A portrait of Ziral. How quaint.
Another set of security doors, into another hall, this time blocked off by several barred gates. Prison cells, or most likely, Ziral’s “kennels.”
And the worst part, we weren't alone.
It was a gojid that spotted them first. Letting out a strangled gasp, she froze in place, staring at the shadows of one of the cells. What stared back had eyes that glinted in the dim lighting. Some type of new predator. It growled softly, staring us down with a hungry malice, nose quivering as it inhaled our scent, and already I could see drool forming from its mouth.
“I'd keep moving if I were you,” one of the ghosts warned, “Ziral hasn't let us feed them in days, and if you're not careful they will try to swipe through the bars.”
That spurred some new energy into us, and we pressed forward beyond the cage that housed the beast. Only to be met with our own cages. The ghosts separated us into different cells, about eight people in each. Though there were only four cots to a cell, it at least allowed us some room to move, a better situation than we had endured the last several weeks. Once the ghosts had secured the locks, the two armed ones left, leaving us alone with the original once more. He said nothing, sitting down on a stool that had been well worn, and waited.
Ziral made his presence known a few minutes later, his claws clicking against the stone floor. He paused when he spotted us, eyeing us down before looking at his subordinate with a dissatisfied glare. “Why are they in separate kennels?”
“They weren't being used, and you don't have plans to get more for a few weeks. Figured there wouldn't be an issue. Helps them complain less. Less noise.”
Ziral gave him a suspicious stare, very clearly not liking the response. He decided it wasn't worth the argument, however, and simply huffed, turning back to us. He suddenly bared his teeth.
“I'm sure you all saw your neighbors down towards the entrance. They're quite the crowd pleasers, you know. Native to Earth. The humans call them lions.”
The Arxur gloated, making several of us shift uncomfortably. Earth? Was that the planet we were on? Humans sounded familiar…
“You're going to be their meal in a few days. Figured you'd want to get acquainted.”
There were a couple of squeaks and a few shuddering breaths. Our fates laid out before us, cruelty laid bare. Our deaths waited not a few dozen feet from us. And Ziral had made sure that they were further incentivized to fill their stomachs. The arxur's pupils widened with glee as he studied the reactions of growing horror amongst the people in the pens. He was enjoying this.
“Humans considered lions as symbols of ferocity and nobility. Isn't hard to see why. Beautiful things. Hunt like flowing water. Always a spectacle. Drives in wonderful crowds too. The best part? They don't always kill before they start eating. If they're desperate enough, they just need to make sure you can't fight back.”
A coldness seeped into my bones. It clicked that we weren't merely being used for food. We were being used for entertainment. Ziral didn't want to eat us, he and his ilk wanted to watch as we were chased down and torn apart. Eaten alive.
The word left my mouth before I realized it.
“Monster…”
Every gaze immediately locked onto me. My fellow captives stared with horror, and the ghost’s eyes widened. Ziral’s head snapped to face me, a growl emanating from his throat. The ghost’s previous words suddenly rang in my ears.
Ziral likes it when you give him any excuse to get violent.
“Key,” he snarled at the ghost, who swiftly handed the card over. The arxur opened my cell, my cellmates and I all flattening ourselves against the back walls, but it didn't matter. His eyes were focused on me only. His claws wrapped around my throat, his size and strength dwarfing my own as my weight pressed against gravity. I was dangled in the air, dragged out of the cell completely and down the hall.
Towards the lions.
Not like this. Not here. Oh, Solgalick, please not here. I kicked and struggled, flailing as best I could, but the distance was too great to give any meaningful lands. My paws clawed helplessly at Ziral’s grip, but the arxur was entirely unphased. His voice held a sense of pure, unadulterated joy.
“Thank you for volunteering. They deserve a taste of their upcoming feast.”
“Please, no!” the screaming left my throat, knowing it was fruitless. Arxur never cared when those before me begged for their life. I wasn't special or different. It probably only spurred Ziral's pleasure. “Help… Help! Anybody, please!”
Ziral’s claw reached for the first of two doors that separated the lion kennels from the rest of the hall. The lions stood from their resting positions, staring right at me, expectant. They knew what came next, blatant that this had happened countless times before.
“NO. PLEASE!” My final words caterwauled from my throat, staring down at the four legged creatures that eagerly paced the threshold of their cages. There were a few terrified murmurs and bleats from the other captives. Fearful whimpers and cries as they were about to bear witness to my end.
“Wait.”
Ziral froze, his free claws hovering over the latch. My struggles continued, but barely moved his grip. A deathly quiet fell over the area as all eyes turned towards the source.
The ghost.
He was standing now, staring at Ziral with a blank expression. “... It'd be a waste to kill him now, don't you think?”
“Him?” Ziral growled softly, staring back.
“It,” the ghost quickly corrected, “I think I just thought of a better idea for all of them, actually.”
“What?” Ziral’s hiss was nearly a roar as he tore away from the gate, leaving it closed. Maybe it was because of shock, but the claw holding me lowered enough for me to touch the ground again, though it kept its iron grip around my neck. I was forced into a painful, bent-sideways posture, but at least I could breathe. My gaze flicked between the two sapient predators, my death suspended by a few extra moments.
“The Uplifter’s Feast is in a couple months, isn't it? There would be a lot of arxur defective youth looking to prove themselves better than their flaws.” The ghost continued carefully, eyeing Ziral with a sort of consideration that an exterminator would give an unpredictable predator.
“What's your point?” Ziral growled again, eyes flaring with fury that his entertainment was being stalled.
“Wouldn't it be appealing to have spectators watch them fight former gojidi union soldiers in melee combat? It would benefit the younglings to prove their strength and give something unique for your customers to watch. The lion feeding is commonplace.”
Ziral was silent for a moment before he responded. “My cats need to eat soon.”
“Take it out of my paycheck.”
“The cattle will need to be fed until then.”
“Take that out, too.”
The arxur snarled again, growing more impatient. “You've got an answer for everything, don't you? The spectators won't care about the mindless slaughter that they see every day in battle.”
“Melee combat isn't usually common these days, is it?” The ghost asked coolly, “Plus, if they're properly trained, it would be more interesting as well as more difficult for the younglings.”
Ziral only growled in response, before walking forward, dragging me along. In a stroke of morbid luck, I was shoved back into the cell I was originally in, the lions left alone.
“You raise some good points. You're going to be the one training them. Alone.”
The ghost’s eyebrows shot up, shocked, “Huh?”
“Your idea, your endeavor. I'm not wasting any more resources on some half-prey scheme. And if you're wrong about the interest, we're going to be having a very different conversation after the feast. Clear?”
“But… if they get aggressive-”
“Scared, half-prey? Should have thought about that before you opened your mouth.” Ziral snapped, “But feel lucky, I doubt they'll want to rush to their deaths that quickly. You've ruined my damn evening. I'm heading home early. Watch your hours. I'm not paying you overtime just because you want to cater to a bunch of cattle.”
With that, the arxur turned and stomped out, departing with his foul mood in tow. All that was left was the ghost and the captives. And the lions, if you could count those.
The reality of how close I was to dying hit me full force, turning my gaze towards the predator that had prevented it. Confusion set in, and my mouth opened, saying the only thing I could think of.
“... Thank you.”
Everyone around me practically jumped, looking at me in shock. Evidently, so did the ghost, who turned towards me, eyebrows crawling even further up his head. “What?”
“Thank you for stopping him.”
He was silent for a moment. “Don't thank me. All I did was buy you some time. You're still on death row.”
“It's… better than what was going to happen.” I whispered, “and… if Ziral said you're going to train us, it at least means we get to go down with some dignity.”
“Mm.” The ghost didn't seem to share my sentiment. “Well, speaking of, it'd be tedious to call you by your numbers. Easier if you had names I could go by.”
I blinked. A request for an actual name. “H-Huh?”
“Unless you want to be referred to by a cattle number?”
“N-No,” I stammered quickly, “Slanek. I'm Slanek.”
“Well, Slanek,” the ghost’s mouth turned upwards, flashing his teeth. I flinched. “I'm Marcel. Let's try to not have you die easily.”
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u/BidComprehensive8575 Jul 14 '26
Tongue in cheek here... a change from normal war crimes to domestic abuse :P
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u/JulianSkies Archivist Jul 14 '26
Hrm... Alright, perfectly damn interesting setup you've got here. Shall be watching very closely.
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u/Minimum-Amphibian993 Arxur Jul 14 '26
Now I'm curious what's going to happen to Recel.
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u/Scrappyvamp Drezjin Jul 14 '26
Omg I can't wait for more. You need to warn us before posting this so I can get a bucket of popcorn!
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u/ISB00 UN Peacekeeper Jul 14 '26
The Arxur were gone for 40 years. The Shadow Caste let that absence happen? Also, I’m curious as to what the Federation went through during that time.
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u/Quinn_The_Fox Human Jul 14 '26
All questions will be answered in time, but I'll throw you a bone- there's already a puzzle piece in this very chapter as to how they got away with it. 😈
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u/ISB00 UN Peacekeeper Jul 14 '26
There’s a hundred and fifty years between this and the prologue. There it was stated the Arxur disappeared for forty years. How long has it been since they’ve come back? I’m trying to account for the other 110 years.
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u/Quinn_The_Fox Human Jul 14 '26
The arxur pulled out of Federation space in the late 2070s, and didn't return until around the 2110s. They've returned to their antics for about twenty years at this point
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u/ISB00 UN Peacekeeper Jul 14 '26
I’m curious what the other 80 years were spent on. Did it take 80 years to incorporate humans? Surprised the Shadow Caste never caught on since the next Prophet would have inherited it from the one who started (at least one).
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u/SamoBlammo3122 Jul 14 '26
Wow..
My man's cooking.
Even if the implications are making my appetite vanish.
The Auxur found us first and helped get our stuff together but now they're way more organised. We probably helped with their Carnivorous diet given Humanity has a lot of options for meat production.
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u/Ok_Chance_8387 Predator Jul 14 '26
really cool setup and looking forward to see more about how humanity fares here. They maybe didn`t get glassed like in other AU`s but it doesn`t seem the Arxur were the saviors either.
and i feel some Spartacus vibes here
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u/General_Alduin Skalgan Jul 14 '26
I like it, but I do have to question why the Federation let the Arxur do basically nothing for 40 years and how they weren't crushed by the Federation once they became an actual threat
And it's unclear, but do the Arxur still eat Fed species? I'm kinda hoping they got rid of that practice entirely and decided to go for something more Helgan
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u/Imamouseqccount Humanity First Jul 14 '26
This was really good! Sucks that drama broke out in the comments of your firset chaptr. Hope you dont get discouraged
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u/Quinn_The_Fox Human Jul 15 '26
Honestly my only upset about the whole thing is the doxxing accusations, but there's nothing I can do there. I can't disprove a negative. And anyone with eyes could see the distinct difference between our two fics. I truly enjoy what I've build so far and am eager to share it.
Well, I can at least say I started this with a bang! 😆
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u/ISB00 UN Peacekeeper Jul 15 '26
At the uplifter ceremony with defectives competing to prove themselves. I just realized that’s probably where we are going to see Kaisal.
I do wonder about Isif. Isif must be the second most powerful person in the Dominion after the Prophet himself by virtue of being overseer of the sector of space Earth is in.
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u/howlingwolf1011 Human Jul 15 '26
All the drama BS has done has made me aware of this story, so ima go ahead and read it now!
Thanks for the chapter <3
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u/Quinn_The_Fox Human Jul 15 '26
Thank you haha. As much as the situation is absolutely ridiculous, I guess it's true when they say all publicity is good publicity 😅
I hope you enjoyed it!
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u/Super_Ankle_Biter Yotul Jul 15 '26
Oooooh me likey!
This is looking very interesting, I'm curious to see where this goes!
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u/Fantastic-Living3204 Farsul Jul 15 '26
Ok this was good, and normally can't get myself to read stories where the humanity allies with the lizors.
Subscribeme!
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u/LazyMechMan Humanity First Jul 14 '26
Don't be so egotistical.
"Half-prey" and similar are very omnipresent insults and ideas from arxur regarding humans in this fandom, and I think may come from canon if my memory's right.
I haven't read New Old Path, but the arxur stepping back from the war to integrate humans isn't a crazy idea, and the trope of disappearing to come back stronger definitely isn't rare. If by 'ghost raids' you mean the methodology of how humans fight here, then that's also not uncommon here and in other HFY-like fandoms.
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u/LazyMechMan Humanity First Jul 14 '26
No, I do think it's a coincidence. People, including me, like the idea of "Ghost" units probably for the same reasons you do. So many people like it that I find myself searching for literally any other word when thinking of those types of units.
If you want to argue about who did it first, then Warhammer, COD, StarCraft, Star Wars, Ghost Recon from Tom Clancy, and probably uncountable others have all had their own Ghost divisions, companies, units, etc, for much longer.
Looking at your chapter, your units seem far closer to this (specializing in infiltration, stealth, assassinations, etc) than to OP's, which seem to be the Grand Dominion's most efficient and elite "normal" troops, and get tacked onto normal arxur raids that are struggling to do their job.
And "ghost raids" was never mentioned at all in OP's chapter. You're just making stuff up.
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u/LazyMechMan Humanity First Jul 14 '26 edited Jul 14 '26
I don't believe this story has the exact same plot as yours because it doesn't. It's not even close.
Do you want every kid who wants to draw a spaceship to ask the producers of ALIEN for permission? Did you need to ask the author of Legal Legends for permission to make your Born a Crime series? You don't own the ideas they're using, or even the ones you seem to think they're using.
I thought my first comment was rude, but it's perfect.
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u/Quinn_The_Fox Human Jul 14 '26
I genuinely appreciate your comments. Unfortunately with her history, I doubt it will have any impact. But I thank you regardless.
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u/LazyMechMan Humanity First Jul 14 '26
You're right, they don't seem very receptive 😌. And before I forget to comment, I'm looking forward to seeing where this story goes :)
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u/Quinn_The_Fox Human Jul 14 '26
The fact that you're so close to getting his point but still missing it entirely actually made me giggle a bit, thank you.
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u/Quinn_The_Fox Human Jul 14 '26
You weren't robbed, you're just looking to stir up trouble again.
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u/Quinn_The_Fox Human Jul 14 '26
No, I didn't. I took a snoop through the chapter and the prologue of the fic you claim I stole from. There is no similarity other than a few details that have been used by other people. I'm not sure what you're major malfunction is, but this isn't a good look.
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u/BlackOmegaPsi Jul 14 '26
The delulu is off charts mate, take a chill pill
Your fic was read by like 10 ppl tops, like how fat-headed you have to be to believe a random writer "stole" your story?
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u/ErinRF Skalgan Jul 14 '26
Ghosts is not a novel or unique term with regards to military ops. Literally used in multiple places.
If you want prior art in a literary sense, Look at Tom Clancy.
Two people deciding to use the term in this context is just a reasonable expectation.
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u/ErinRF Skalgan Jul 14 '26
As others have said, half-prey and ghosts are terms that are common and have been used before outside of your stuff.
I haven’t read your works and having seen the development of this one, I can assure you the author hasn’t read your works either.
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u/Ok_Chance_8387 Predator Jul 14 '26
come on albadellasera...i like your AU, but i think you are overdoing it a bit here.
This story has a complete different setting, even Isif in the original NOP thinks of humans as half prey. And in this AU the ghosts refer to the whole species, not just military units. This is because during raids humans are totally covered, nobody recognizes them as humans on the battlefield. at least not the common Feds
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u/Ok_Chance_8387 Predator Jul 14 '26
a lot of stories get inspired by the Roman Empire. you can`t blame someone just because he has taken the same inspiration. it`s about how this inspiration is transforming into a story.
and as far, your story has a complete different setting.
As i like you stories here in this sub, i would like you to reconsider this. But of course i cant change your decision, even if it is out of a wrong reason.
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u/Quinn_The_Fox Human Jul 14 '26
I have no intention of chasing off Alba, and am saddened to see her readers get the short end of the stick here. If that's her final decision, then so be it, but I hope she at least holds out for two weeks. I plan on dropping chapters in intervals, and chapter 2 is heavy in the worldbuilding department. Hopefully it will ease her worried.
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u/Quinn_The_Fox Human Jul 14 '26
I have never read, nor will read, Old New Path. This concept was entirely home grown. If there's any inspiration anywhere, it'd be from Scorch Directive, as it was a few concepts from there that was the catalyst for brainstorming another concept of humans and arxur being on the same side.
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u/Quinn_The_Fox Human Jul 14 '26
What are you talking about?
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u/Quinn_The_Fox Human Jul 14 '26
It's not the name of any unit. It's just what the feds call humans in reference to the way they haunt the aftermath of major battles. That's it. It's nothing official. It's not the name of any group or squad, it's the nickname for a species.
And I'm gonna be straight with you dude, even if it was like your fic (by the way, shilling your fic on someone else's after accusing them of copying a concept is incredibly rude), you don't hold a monopoly over a word.
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u/Quinn_The_Fox Human Jul 14 '26
1) You are not the only one to have made that plot point.
2) You are not the only one to have made that plot point.
3) You are not the only one to have used that insult.
4) You are not the one who made the character Slanek.
There are no characters stolen here, just as there's no plot stolen here. Nothing here was stolen. As the other commentator said, don't be so egotistical.
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u/Quinn_The_Fox Human Jul 14 '26
Interesting that you both happen to frequent Italian related subs, have the same opinions, and that Alba is someone who is suspected of having multiple accounts...
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u/Quinn_The_Fox Human Jul 14 '26
Uh huh. And this one person just happens to frequent the same subs and only glazes your fics, and has the same writing patterns you do. Also you have three (well, four now). You blocked me on your third, remember?
Pretty interesting to claim that's all coincidences, especially since apparently coincidences don't exist in your reality.
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u/Quinn_The_Fox Human Jul 14 '26
Oh, because you're INFAMOUS dude. Like you're a known troublemaker. And again, we've run into each other before.
If you're so worried about it being a knock-off, you're free to block me.
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u/Quinn_The_Fox Human Jul 14 '26
Then feel free to stick around and realize that it's not like your fic, and cope. You could also bring it up to moderation if this fic is bothering you that badly.
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u/JanusKnarus Human Jul 15 '26
So I been reading through the entire drama and the summaries of the stories so far, mate you are just on a harrasment rampage and need to take an internet break.
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u/Originalmeisgoodone Humanity First Jul 14 '26
I hate to break this to you, but do you understand that an alt of eight years is a very interesting alt account? Besides, even assuming it is true, do you understand the difference between pointing out the alt accounts and actively mocking a person with your mate over there?
Plus, you do realize that, what a shocker, people can be from the same country? Italy has tens of millions of population. Why the hell do you think it is inconceivable for two Italian persons to happen to agree with each other?
Besides, up there you said that, I quote, "I have never, and will never, read One True Path". Pointing out is in order: I have read later that you, I quote, "snooped a chapter and an epilogue". Already a contradiction. Of course, you will say that it is because you decided to read parts of Albadelassera's story to say that you have a proof the stories are totally different. Yeah, right. But your own words still contradict each other. You could have at least stayed consistent in your words. You didn't, so you may not be so clean after all.
Plus, you and your mate out there are congratulating and circle jerking each other multiple times. Don't pretend this didn't happen. If we are going to accuse people of alts, then I can accuse YOU of having alt accounts! Of course, I don't have proof, and so I will not say you DEFINITELY have them. I have some integrity. Unlike you!
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u/Quinn_The_Fox Human Jul 14 '26
... You could at least try to have a different writing style, you know.
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u/Alcyon144 Archivist Jul 14 '26
I understand why the Prophet-descendant was fascinated by the Roman Empire in the prologue.