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Diary of a Felini

Diary of a Felini

The young cubs stared up at her, lounging across the sun warmed rock. She was old and moved with a sway back and favoured her left side. When she first arrived here she was pretty much ignored, much as she wanted it though as always rumours followed her. At first adults would stop by her preferred resting spot, wait for her to acknowledge them, than bow their head respectfully before moving on. The cubs, always more exuberant and clueless in the ways of society would congregate crouching in the grass and swapping stories, always trying to outdo each other in their implausibility.

Her starfaring days may now be behind her and much of the wetware stripped, but a few features she retained, namely augmented hearing and vision. Their stories amused her and caused her to cast her mind back to when she was their age and listening to her mother’s talk of the times before the occupation. To have lived in that innocent time when prides roamed the fertile savannahs technology little better than Stone Age...


Her ear twitched forward. One of the cubs had pinned another down and was saying how people like her caused the Flagritz to slaughter entire prides.

From a prone position she was instantly first on her feet and then silently arcing through the air. Five metres down and fifteen between her and the cub. She would pay for the landing later but for now it was lessen time, in the style of ancient operas.
The infant was sent sprawling and tried to gain her feet. Not bad, but her actions were telegraphed and with a paw, retrained, face pushed in the thin dead, dusty soil.

Arching her back and stretched, she turned languidly to view the startled crowd. If she had their attention before, she now held them transfixed.
‘Thankfully you have never seen a Flagritz in the flesh. They are grotesque. They are flaccid, though you don’t see that under all their plastic and metal. They are weak. A quick slit,’ she drew a bead across the lower torso of the trapped cub causing her to yelp, though no blood was drawn, ‘and they ooze out bilious entrails. The will thrash about for hours forming pools of stinking slime as they die.
‘But that’s if you can get close. They are always armed and armoured, even their civilians carry weapons and have their vulnerable places protected. They are wrapped in their technology and always shoot first.

‘They came in the day and in numbers. They killed any that looked up at them and few more just to get our attention. They dragged away any they thought fit to work in their fields and mines. They killed because they were angry or simply for sport. They killed on a whim. If you think that being good little slaves, or negotiating with them would have changed the course of history, you are a fool. As a child, they slaughtered my mother and threw me in a ditch having kicked me across the grounds for fun. There were other bodies there, all my friends and all dead.’

She lifted her leg and the cub scrambled away, shocked and angry at being put down in front of her peers.
‘They say you murdered fifty children.’

For a moment her eyes lost their focus, staring into the distance, into the past.

‘It was in the final days of the occupation. We had broken them and they were in full flight, killing their slaves, our people before they could revolt. We came across one of their small holdings in the Aristian mountains. We tracked the movement of cycling shuttles evacuating the civilians. In typical Flagritz style they had first removed all the troops and were going back for their civilians when we hit them. It was a massacre. I interrogated one. Seems these were pacifists wanting to stay and help rebuild the world, even integrate peacefully. We eviscerated them. That’s when I found tracks leading off. A small group had fled. For three days I followed, picking off the stragglers – mostly children and their mothers. I observed the final few and discovered they were unarmed. I hit them that night leaving none alive. Yes I killed fifty and many more since.’




‘The hard truth is that children grow to adults and are destined to commit the crimes of their parents. This is why I have dedicated my life to hunting Flagritz across this world and any other. Some day we will reach their homeworld and once there we will slaughter every one we find. Until the species is no more, we can never rest.

‘My mother says that it is people like you that stop us putting the past behind us and forging peace with the Flagritz.’ The cub was still trying to win the argument.

‘What of the hundreds of thousands of our people dragged back to their homeworld and their children, forced to grow up in servitude?
‘The Flagritz will call for truces and treaties when in retreat but I know that every last one of them even unto the unborn infant, given time and the upper hand will tear up any treaty and ignore any truce. They will always seek to enslave, torture and murder every other species for their own amusement.’

She turned and walked away, hiding a slight limp. The attitude sickened her but was becoming ever more prevalent amongst the generation born after the emancipation. Having regained the homeworld, they wished nothing more than to bury their heads and hide, pretending the past could never be repeated. She knew better.




 
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***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Acropolis Now ***

The IMP and GTT have brought peace and stability to Acropolis.

 
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*** Goodbye Falconians ***

The galaxy bid farewell to the Falconian Republic as the Human Empire subsumed them into their expanding territories. This marks the second death of an alien civilisation at the hands of the IMP / GTT in recent years. Like the extinguishing of the nearby Ulians, no voices of opposition could be heard from other quarters. This marks a long-period of appeasement by the Detinus Republic and Dewiek Elder Nation.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * DOMination * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****



 
***** Inter Galactic News THE MUSICAL *****

*** Norozov, No More ***

Kantner: No more do I see the starlight caress your cyclops eye
No more feel the tender kisses we used to share
I close my fists and clearly my heart remembers
A thousand goodbyes could never put out the embers

Chulainn: Oh the power is mine now!

Kantner: Norozov, I love you so, and my heart forever
Will belong to the memory of the love that we knew before
Please, come back to my arms; we belong together
Come to me; let's be sweethearts again and then let us part no more

Chulainn: Oh all the Stellars mine now!

Sylvansight: I will have his eye!

Kantner: No more do I feel the touch of your hand on mine
No more see the love-light making your dark eyes shine
Oh, how I wish I never had caused you sorrow
But don't ever say for us there is no tomorrow

Chulainn: Oh all the ladies mine now!

Sylvansight: I will have his eye!

Chorus: The power is in the eye!

Kantner: Norozov, I love you so, and my heart forever
Will belong to the memory of the love that we knew before
Please, come back to my arms; we belong together
Come to me; let's be sweethearts again and then let us part no more

Sylvansight: I will have his eye!

Chulainn: Oh the power is mine now!

Chorus: The power is in the eye!

Kantner: Norozov, I love you so, and my heart forever
Will belong to the memory of the love that we knew before.

Lanner: So, old cyclops has finally met his comeuppance
Maybe its time for a comeback

Chorus: No, no one wants you back!

Lanner: I always did like that chair of his…

Chorus: The power is in the eye!
The power is in the eye!
The power is in the eye!

Continued in this special edition of the SSS...

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** ALIEN CRIMINALS BROUGHT TO JUSTICE ***

FILTHY AND DISHONOURABLE Dewiek mercenaries have dared to attack HONEST AND HARDWORKING GTT warships in the Coptuv system.

THEY HAVE BEEN BROUGHT TO JUSTICE. LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!

The Dewiek commander’s lengthy response was appreciated by xenophile and philanthropist HQ Manager Tom Krieger but this does not change the facts.

FURTHER JUSTICE IS EXPECTED AT THE EMPEROR’S PLEASURE. LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!

Inside this issue of the SSS: * SEDITIOUS FET CHARGED * LIES OF THE FAILED REBELLION * TERRORIST PLOTS FOILED * ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE CRITICISED * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Voice of the Naplian Liberation Front ***

We are the Naplian Liberation Front. We have commandeered this station to bring you important and vital deprogramming. You are a slave of the Galactic Trouser and Tussles Imperium of Unspecified Services! We have witnessed the press ganged upon by Imperial thugs. Rounding up reporters by the thousands and throwing them in weasel dens. Mocking the Great Uncle of the Flagritz. Manufacturing consent out of a lust for imports of wheat cereals! We poor Naplians(*) are given no training and substandard equipment when preparing your nutritious breakfasts. We are sent forward by the Imperial snack commissioners with threats of triple-filing tax returns on unreasonable deadlines! Death would be preferable. We are allegedly paid a wage but have you ever tried to buy anything with just $1? Strangely none of those politicals earning $10,000 or more a week seem to care about our plight. Not to mention that the Imperials throw perfectly good meat into the grinder instead of slow cooking it in black bean sauce. They have no respect for a classic burrito! We are left grieving for young families who have never tasted quality ranch sauce. You don’t need to be a dead Naplian to know the value of a good guacamole.

* No actual Naplians included.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * GTT vs USN * GTT vs NLF * GTT vs IND * GTT vs KAS * GTT vs FET * GTT vs SSS * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Stellar Empire On Warpath ***

The newly re-united Stellar Empire continued to wage war against the Flagritz Empire to bring about galactic peace and freedom for all. The latest system to fall to the inevitable tide of history was Morroglyph in the Coreward Arm. Dewiek intransigence reached fever pitch as the FLZ facilities changed to DEN paws and subsequently became targets of Imperial truth and justice. Despite putting themselves between the past and the future, the DEN seemed to lack much will for an actual fight with Dewiek military commanders adopting “meh” as their watchword.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * GTT smacks NLF * DEN whack MRC * Slaves Liberated * FLZ Retreat * ARC in Orion Spur * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Stellar Empire Re-United ***

Celebrations were held across the vast territories of the Stellar Empire as the two-halves represented by the governments of the Imperials and Caliphate determined to unite. This followed almost inevitably from the assassination of the Caliph, a crime that has gone mysteriously unresolved. The old Caliphate ministers were ‘retired’ and at first it seemed the Imperials had managed what had alluded them for decades.

However, just as orders to claim systems for the IMP went in some places, conflicting orders to claim for the CIA came from Laton. In other systems, it seems overwhelming civilian support lies with the defunct CAL government and there are a number of CIV and CAL bases that seem to have not heeded the CIA nor IMP orders. With all the Caliphate's armaments now in the CIA’s hand and no political leadership in the old government, it seems inevitable that the civilians will be dragged kicking and screaming into the future.

A muted and cautious response from the rest of the galaxy was only to be expected given the formation of a new unrivalled superpower. The chilling effect on public discourse as the Imperial war machine taps into the substantial, if stunted, economies of the former Caliphate will surely be felt for years to come. Does this mark the 'end of history' as we know it?

More on this story inside this issue of the SSS along with: * KAS v IMP/GTT v FLZ * DEN v MRC * FOCed by IMP * BHD v DEN * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Imperials Declare War Against Flagritz ***

A declaration of war came last week after an unsatisfactory reply to Imperial ultimatums that the FLZ accept resolution of the previous war. J. Jones issued the following proclamation, "We hope this reminder will prompt them to rethink the status they removed them selves from and come back to more peaceful co-existence.” Doublegood, Viceroy, doublegood!

More on this story inside this issue of the SSS along with: * Species Guide * FEL Barter With GIants * High Times &etc

 

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