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We arm the endangered. It’s how we make our money. We are arms dealers for races that are almost extinct. If they’re being hunted, we even the odds.
At a healthy profit. They have to be semi-sentient to be able to sign the contracts but really, out here in the far reaches of the galaxy’s arms, the regulations can afford to be a little loose.
Like this latest planet. It’s made entirely of iron. Iron is very rare back near the homeworlds. Normally, there are one or two races that are nearing extinction over land disputes, cultural differences, or just plain evolution. This planet had over two hundred species nearing extinction!
We couldn’t believe our luck. With that kind of decimation happening, we could own this planet. We work in trade, you see. We get the rights to what we need from the planet in return for arming the endangered beings.
We beamed up one representative from each species we identified as 'in danger' from the surface of this planet to talk to them. There were giant, white carvnivorous quadrupeds from the north pole of the planet. There were striped quadrupeds from the equator, some carnivorous and some herbivorous. There were many, many smaller being that could fly. Three of the species were giant gray beings that strained the weight containment fields of the cell. The aquatics were kept in their own bay.
We told them the conditions of our contract in all of the known languages, telling them that we understood their position and that if they agreed to our parameters, they didn't need to risk possible retribution themselves by vocalizing a reply. We would take their silence as agreement.
Two of the flying beings made noise. We took that as disagreement and beamed them back down to the planet surface to fend for themselves.
The rest of them said nothing. One hundred and ninety-eight species giving us rights to their percentage of the planet. We owned the entire thing!
We set about arming them. We used the transporters to bring them up, around twenty thousand of them in total, and then we gave them weapons designed for their frames. We had a large library of weaponry to choose from. Since none of them could handle weapons in the traditional tentacle-telepathy sense, we outfitted them with armour and shoulder cannons, as well as the latest biologicals and nanite toxins. We sent them back to the planet surface.
We targeted the beings that were covering most of the planet’s surface. A voracious species of biped intent on using all the planet’s resources with no exit strategy. They barely had spaceflight! We’d seen this a few times before.
Within sixty of the planet’s revolutions, our newly-armed rebels had infected or destroyed 70 per cent of the bipeds. It was a success.
It would take another sixty revolutions of the planet for us to beam up and ferry all of our comrades and contracted weaponry to safe points closer to the center of the galaxy as per the terms of the contract.
Then we could get to work dividing up the planet after an atmosphere wipe. We were going to be rich!
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At a healthy profit. They have to be semi-sentient to be able to sign the contracts but really, out here in the far reaches of the galaxy’s arms, the regulations can afford to be a little loose.
Like this latest planet. It’s made entirely of iron. Iron is very rare back near the homeworlds. Normally, there are one or two races that are nearing extinction over land disputes, cultural differences, or just plain evolution. This planet had over two hundred species nearing extinction!
We couldn’t believe our luck. With that kind of decimation happening, we could own this planet. We work in trade, you see. We get the rights to what we need from the planet in return for arming the endangered beings.
We beamed up one representative from each species we identified as 'in danger' from the surface of this planet to talk to them. There were giant, white carvnivorous quadrupeds from the north pole of the planet. There were striped quadrupeds from the equator, some carnivorous and some herbivorous. There were many, many smaller being that could fly. Three of the species were giant gray beings that strained the weight containment fields of the cell. The aquatics were kept in their own bay.
We told them the conditions of our contract in all of the known languages, telling them that we understood their position and that if they agreed to our parameters, they didn't need to risk possible retribution themselves by vocalizing a reply. We would take their silence as agreement.
Two of the flying beings made noise. We took that as disagreement and beamed them back down to the planet surface to fend for themselves.
The rest of them said nothing. One hundred and ninety-eight species giving us rights to their percentage of the planet. We owned the entire thing!
We set about arming them. We used the transporters to bring them up, around twenty thousand of them in total, and then we gave them weapons designed for their frames. We had a large library of weaponry to choose from. Since none of them could handle weapons in the traditional tentacle-telepathy sense, we outfitted them with armour and shoulder cannons, as well as the latest biologicals and nanite toxins. We sent them back to the planet surface.
We targeted the beings that were covering most of the planet’s surface. A voracious species of biped intent on using all the planet’s resources with no exit strategy. They barely had spaceflight! We’d seen this a few times before.
Within sixty of the planet’s revolutions, our newly-armed rebels had infected or destroyed 70 per cent of the bipeds. It was a success.
It would take another sixty revolutions of the planet for us to beam up and ferry all of our comrades and contracted weaponry to safe points closer to the center of the galaxy as per the terms of the contract.
Then we could get to work dividing up the planet after an atmosphere wipe. We were going to be rich!
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