Funny, i was just in the mood for a Humanity fuck yea thread.

We are the tyranids.
We consume planets to fuel our vast armadas.
Problem?

Eldrad was here.

Keep on doing what you're doing. Yes, just like that that.

Statement: ITT meatbags pretend there is something inherently advantageous about being a meatbag.

HUMANITY!
BRINGING CONSUMERISM TO THE GALAXY SINCE 2093!

>>8458524
Holy crap, Star Wars needs more epic art like that.

Also, I read in Wookiepedia that Rebbecca Guay made a painting of the Battle of Hoth for a Star Wars Magazine. I've searched for it, but it seems like my Google-Fu isn't quite strong enough to find it. Anybody know of this?

Polite sage for off-topic.

>>8458524
Hell yes.

Best read in Dafoe's voice

Believe it or not I've done this before. Well, we've done this before. Conquered worlds. I'm sure you've heard of Humanity, scourge of the stars, or however you say it in your alien moonclicks. Anyway I've been in this situation before: holding a dying alien leader and imparting valuable truth as it thinks its last thought. You see the one constant I've seen on every planet I've subjugated is this "children of Gaia" symbiosis between the world and it's most advanced inhabitants. It seems that on every new world we discover there's this tribe of savages that sees their world as a life giving mother who provides them with peace and prosperity. The web of life! It's a beautiful thing. And then the big, bad humans come out of the sky and set your world on fire. We pillage and rape and burn and you feel empowered by your backwards spirituality to destroy the invaders with giant animals or ancient mysticism. Do you know how many times I've heard an ugly ass xeno leader tell me that I should go back to Earth and live in harmony with the plants and the animals?

>>8458607
I'd like to see you sell a vacuum cleaner to the garbage eating sucknoses of Deposit Planet 65

>>8458653
Psh. Fuck that. See I've been thinking, and this is what I see: we are our planets children. I've seen it on every inhabited world I've come to and provided with enough evidence you've finally made me a believer. So let me tell you about my mother. She's a cunt. She's the planetary equivelent of a heroin addict whose children fight for scraps from the dinner table. Never had a sacred tree in my neighborhood and was never handed a free meal in my life. My mother's a smoker and her children's industry thrives on the toxic fumes it produces. She got enough metal in her face to you'd barely recognize her, but she loves her piercings and wears'em with pride. The brood she set lose on the galaxy are greedy deviants and perverts who were probably thinking about fucking you before we even knew you existed. If you're lucky we might just leave it at that, but if we see something we want we'll kick your ass and rob you blind. If your deity is some granola munching hippy peace mother ours is a tough as nails strung out gutter slut. And you think we're the evil monkeys from outer space, but let me ask you this... What progress ever came from a lack of conflict?

>>8458607

Your words would carry more merit if you weren't

1. Dreamt up by a meatbag
2. Designed by a meatbag
3. Components created by a meatbag
4. Assembled by meatbags
5. Programmed by meatbags
6. meatbags
7. meatbags
8. meatbags

>>8458556
If we had a massive armada, it would have a comet tail of garbage flowing from it, we wouldnt even have to attack planets, just fly within its gravity well and all of our garbage will more or less ruin its eco system and cause sever problems for the populace, return in a few years and its resources are ripe for the pickings

>STRIKE DOWN THE STARS

OH shit, im used to reading "STRIKE THE EARTH", but this just blew my mind.

SONS OF TERRA
FUCK YEA

Everyone of these threads should open with that
It sends shivers down my spine.

>>8458653
>>8458703

Are these OC? or half inched from somewhere?

>>8458653

>>8458749
I found them on a H:FY thread

Read this in my voice. Faggot.

Now you alien pieces of shit think you have us all figured out. You look down on us. You look down on our "inferior technology", our slow moving, weak bodies, and our small minds. You see that and think, "Oh, this won't be a problem. They won't even put up a fight." HA!HAHA! That's the ONLY thing you see in the human race. I know what this race really is. I saw it a long time ago. We rape, burn, murder, slaughter, and torture eachother for shits and giggles! That's the ONLY reason we do it! Money, power, land, and even God are all just excuses we tell ourselves because we refuse to see what our true nature is! Now, mankind has been trying to kill eachother off since the dawn of time, and just when we get the weapons to finish the job, you show up. YOU show up and get everyone's attention. All of this scum, and anger, and hate, and lust got pointed right at you! And you think you can win against something like that?!

Now, that's a joke!

BRING IT!!

Attention all other races. Humans have Brock FUCKING Samson. Do any of YOU have a Brock MOTHERFUCKING Samson?

No? None of you?

That's what I thought. Now shut the fuck up

I figited at my station, the sensors had been clear for too long now. The skirmish ships they had sent jumped out almost 2 hours ago, our propulsion systems were damaged, stranded, the nearest reinforcements were almost two days away.

Our Cruiser was all that was left of the scouting team, It was my first assignment in the field, and I feared it would also be my last. I heard stories about them, the Humans, but I had never seen their ships, witnessed the wreckless furiosity with which they attacked. Being a navigational officer aboard the Cruiser Guiem'la you get a good veiw of the battle. We out gunned them, by far, but the bastards would fly their ships into us if they had no hope of escape, each being equipped with a high yeild warhead for just the scenario. Our shields would almost immediately destroy the ship and pilot but the phase shields around the warhead would sometimes allow it to pass through. Savage and barbaric to the last.

It came just after the three hour mark, a ship, the likes of which I had never seen in my years of training and study of the know ships in their armada. We tried to send the information our sensors were gathering to the nearest Capital class ship but all communications were blocked. The rival cruiser before us looked less like a ship and more like a wepon with propulsion systems. It was not allone, utility crafted flanked it on each side, the reason for our communication problems no doubt. The commander was relaying his strategy to the Navigators when they hailed us. For the first time I saw the face of Humanity, it was grim, like stareing into the eyes if death its self. Our Commander begain to speak but was silenced by the Humans sern tone.

cont.

>>8459244
"Unknown Aliens. We are the Sons of Terra. Draw your last breaths."

With that the Human cut the communication, I swear I saw a smile cross his face with the last words. We all looked to the commander nervously. Suddenly sensors across the Bridge lit up, the ship was prepareing to fire. We all snaped into action.

"All power to forward shei--"

Humanity hass acheived the greatness required to produce Bruce Campbell. Until another race has acheived this feat, they are to sit down, shut up, and suck our dicks.

That will be all.

>>8459274
This.

Also, humanity produced CLINT EASTWOOD. do you want to fuck with Clint Eastwood? Yeah, didn't think so.

I remember the war with humanity. It was our first and last mistake, the last war of the Gwin, the war that destroyed us.

I was barely a hatchling at the time the war started, barely old enough to understand what the politicians were saying never, mind understand the intricacies of galactic politics or jingoistic fevers. Some dispute about colonisation rights. Something trivial and unimportant. But something we foolishly thought destroying a human vessel was worth it.

I remember the first few days of the war. The propaganda on the vid screens. The pictures from the front lines of our glorious armies, winning victory after victory. They compared the primitive human weapons to our advanced technology. The showed us the bedraggled human prisoners after they surrendered. Made them read out statements of aggression and war guilt for the galactic news feeds. Of course the vids never told us for every human we killed they killed ten of us.

We took the worlds we wanted, then got greedy and took some more. The humans were professional, but we had numbers. City after city feel beneath our guns, enslaved human populations churned out guns to use on their own people. But even as we broke their fleet at K’nassi, sent it tumbling into that dying star, leaking fire and atmosphere, we realised we were losing.

Every world we took, they made us pay for tenfold. They sent soldiers behind our lines to sabotage our factories, assassinate our leaders. Women and children blew themselves up to kill just a few reservists in logistic convoys. Every weapon we made the humans copied, every stratagem they countered. We had stretched ourselves too thin against an enemy who was too determined not to lose.

As the humans began to take back the worlds we’d taken from them, we grew desperate. We stopped taking prisoners, executing humans by the hundred. As we left a world we glassed the major population centres to deny the humans a propaganda victory. We fought tooth and claw and mandible as slowly they pushed us from their space. World by world we inflicted horror upon horror on them, as world by world the Grey Ships of Earth reclaimed their homes.

>>8459274
As a counterpoint, it also produced you and me.

We fell back until there was nowhere left to go. And the only worlds left were ours. I watched as the humans scattered our fleets in the upper atmosphere, the burning husks of our ships filling the skies. I smelt the ozone of an orbital lance as it burned away a military base ten kilometres away out of existence. The look of pure shame as the Arch-Committee transmitted our full and utter surrender.

And I remember too, the first sight of a human, tall and upright, a giant of muscle and bone, the searching eyes of a predator born. I remember him gesturing me over to him and the certainty of my death filling my mind. I was a child but I was prepared to die for the Gwin. A sacrifice to allow the humans to take their fully justified revenge upon us.

And I remember my first taste of the chocolate bar he gave me.

The humans revenge was total. From the ruins they built schools and roads. Hospitals and sanitation plants. The human engineer brought running water free of parasites to my hivestack for the first time. The inoculations against worker diseases the committees had never bother to cure. They wrought revenge with words we’d never heard. Democracy, Freedom, Brotherhood. They wrought it in the form of Human rights, and most powerfully of all...forgiveness.

And their revenge was total. In just 10 years human children and Gwin were playing together on the fields outside the school. In 30 years they were fighting beside another against the Sheliathi.

100 years from the days the humans landed on our worlds and the Gwin no longer exist. Admitted to humanity, nominated by Terrans and approved by a unanimous decision of the Human parliament, the 6th species to gain such an honour. The Gwin no longer exist, but humanity just grew stronger.

Yes I remember the war with humanity. Our last and best mistake.

- President David X’Lisjdl of the Gwin, as part of the official ceremonies celebrating the 50th anniversary of the Gwin’s admittance to Humanity.

>Humanity FUCK YEA thread!
You guys are as bad as furries, just the polar opposite.

"Sons of Terra! The planet below us wants peace, and I for one will be happy to deliver it to them. We will take what we need from their corpses. No survivors."

>>8459436
;_; this would never happen in 40k...

>>8459469
FUCK YOU FURRY LOVER

>>8459436
>>8459458
I d'awww-ed.

>>8459469
YIFF IN HELL FURFAG

>>8459274
I am Eldrad, the most powerful Eldar Farseer. The mon-keigh Bruce Campbell is nothing comp-

>>8459553
Shut the fuck up elf!

>>8459511
>>8459538
Wow you guys are retarded. I just said I hate them just as much as I hate you. What's wrong with you?

>>8459573
Y-yes, sir

>>8459608
That's what I thought.

It makes me cringe watching /tg/ masturbate to ridiculous war porn. It was pathetic enough when you started, at least have the decency to stop beating a long-dead horse.

>>8459458
Was expecting something totally different. That was great.

>>8459586
Welcome to 4chan. Make your comment and leave. Don't respond or you'll make an ass of yourself.

I hate this blind human love. Yet I do think that overall it's probably a good attitude to have. At least you're optimistic. None of this "BAD HYUMAN MY ANIMAL SOUL EMPOWERS ME BY BEING NOT HUMAN" bullshit.

Don't forget about responsibility you guys. Remember, humans are only awesome when they remember to take responsibility for their lives and for their actions. They're not naturally awesome and superior, they DO have to work at it.

>>8459458
I daawww'd. This is the humanity fuck yeah I like: the kind where that shows that beneath all our brutality and insanity and drunkenness and derpery, we're still fundamentally good. And good beats evil.

Basically, the kind where we're Chaotic Good incarnate

What a beautiful world, I thought to myself on mour return trip. Kael Torris, Wingman of the Mailed Fist fighter division. The battle above had been slow, we were careful, as little damage to the planet as possible, those were our orders.

We had been hired by the Tresshon Corporation almost a year ago, it was my ninth year as a hired gun after the Protectorate disbanded. War was all I knew, all any of us knew, across the galaxy thats all they knew of us. Humanity, scourge of the stars. Heh. I liked that name.
"Target" Squadron leader clicked in.
"Locked" I replied, and broke formation, the creatures ran out from under the cover of the rocks as soon as they saw me break. It was too late, my finger tightened on the trigger and the medium caliber auto cannons spat at them. It was so much easier dealing with this when we could use ordinance, and killing defenseless aliens was never very exciting, but hell the pay is good, and we need to get vacation worlds somehow. I pulled back into formation to continue the purge.

>>8459829
FUCK YEAH OLIGARCHY!

We had long thought to be the only...civilized species in the universe despite sending out thousands of probes throughout the eons there was no reply no contact until at last a probe detected something, the probe found a exploration ship of the race to be known as the Humans.
Their empire, or federation as they called it spanned whole galaxies ((yea I know, ftl travel cant happen etc etc)) and their armies subjected the lessor races. But they were weak.
Within a year our ships had entered their realm and burned planet after planet, system after system with no resistance. Captured humans were tortured and sacrificed by the thousands it took 40 full years of this before they responded in kind.
Their ships were as well maintained as their fleets. Indeed the greatest skill the humans had was their organisational skills.
But we adapted
more? ya/nay?

>>8460195

Memories of the thought-sharpers.

It was the <26,000th solar year> from our emergence into the stars and we were unstoppable. For endless years we had harvested life-worlds to fuel our hunger and built the great living ships. Our customs had become clear, to send a herald ahead of those that stand in our path on the lifeworlds that would be our fodder. We would give them a moment to flee or make peace with their end if they lacked the means or will to escape the reaping.

The <Humans> were not the first race our scouts found on many lifeworlds, scattered across a rough sphere of more and more tempting worlds until at the heart lay <Earth>.

The herald met with the <Human Ambassador> after our scouts were detected. The message was delivered as it ever has, yet the reaction was not the same.

>>8460237

"We are the People of the First World Consumed. Our swarm is endless and will decent on your worlds as fodder." The <human ambassador> shows a stress response. This is common among races in the path of the People.

"You will observe our power. See how we strip a lifeworld of all things that live and breath. We eat, and reap, and leave behind nothing but dust." The <human ambassador> watches our recording. At 47% it seems to have some kind of attack that makes speech difficult.

"You will be given <ten Terran months> to flee or make peace with your place as fodder." The <human ambassador's> attack leaves it's visual sensors glisten with moisture and repulsive flexible mouth parts twisted.

What happened next is the lesson of this Memory. The <human ambassador> spoke at last. "AI, please run archival footage of the new type seventeen planet crackers processing a moon." A useless deathworld appears on the recorder. A planet the People would never look at twice. The video recording shows in elapsed time the death of the world as it is ripped apart, crust shattered and endless resources siphoned off until far less then dust remains, a scattering of motes floating alone in the void.

"You eat the life off of worlds. A biosphere that goes a few kilometers up and maybe half a kilometer down. We consume the whole world, a million times more then you ever dream of, and worlds a million times more common then the garden worlds you need."

"When we are done, we will leave you just one marginal world to exists on because our people don't enjoy exterminating. But you will never wander the stars reaping worlds again."

GO GO GO!

I kinda liked the copypasta where humans find a pair of alien craft, help the inhabitants, and the galaxy watches as we aid those considered pariahs.

We're gonna befriend the FUCK out of you.

>>8459777
How do you know?
What basis are you using?
Look at the only planet we know.
Earth.
We fucking own this mother fucker.
For all you know first contact with an alien race they will be space hippy faggots and we will crush them.

SONS OF TERRA!
STRIKE DOWN THE STARS!

>>8460298
If they are also a spacefaring race they just proved that the hippy lifestyle works. And I'd much rather have that than the shit we have today, if it's possible.

Some alien space ship in orbit right now will tap into the internets
read this thread
and kill us all out of spite

>>8460459
WE WILL CRUSH THEM
NO EXCEPTIONS

ALL GLORY TO HUMANITY!

Some alien space ship in orbit right now will tap into the internets
read this thread
and have a good laugh

Howdy, Aliens.
DEMOCRACY HAS ARRIVED!

Mankind was here.
Any other lifeform is inferior.

>>8460219
The humans logistical and organisational skills delayed any crushing victories, such results however were short lasting. Our species had not once in its long history ever encountered space faring civilizations, it simply did not cross our minds to have a fleet of ships if they were to rust. This changed and quickly a new offensive fleet was being lifted.
ten billion worlds were consumed to create the ships, many the size of small moons. When the time was right the 2nd invasion begun, this time attacking what was called The Andromeda galaxy, with some 1 trillion stars.
Such scale of attack is quite hard to imagine, millions of lives were lost at any given time. in space our forces were neck and neck, though by chance we gained an upper hand.
Several of the more subjected species rose up in rebellion of the unfair human laws, many sided with us, unaware of their soon to be destruction.

"Chaplain..?" His voice was small, hesitant, and at once both utterly cowed and firmly insistent.

"No, acolyte. It is pointless. It is hopeless."

"But we must do something. Raise our cityshields, arm the cannons, we can-"

"We can do nothing but waste our energy. I have sent out the Call to Prayer, and all are now knelt. We will not interrupt them for the sake of futility."

For a time, there was silence between the two. The smaller acoylte, of pale skin and wide eyes, fidgeted in a child-like manner, scraping the metallic floor with his claws. The fear that boiled just under the surface of his mind was plainly evident, and was not lessened by the Chaplain's noble example; tall and still, his stare traced the many tiny dots of light that traced across the naked expanse beyond the vast screen before them. They seemed so distant, and yet they were only minutes away. It was he who broke the silence, surprisingly enough.

"Do you know of Amara? Of Silestil?" His fists tightened while he spoke these names.

"The Twin Voids?"

"So called?"

"Because.." Because why? The acolyte felt a flush of embarassment tingle in his feelers at his forgetfulness. It would one day be his duty to recite the Teachings in their entirety, and to omit even the smallest part would be an affront. "Because.. They're empty?"

An obvious guess, but the Chaplain spared his student an admonishment. The Teachings would soon speak of a world that no longer exists, after all. "...Yes. Two empty, desolate planets among many.

Once teeming with life, the cradles of the Amar and Sil. And now they are nothing. Dead islands in a sea of stars. Why is that, young one?"

"An.. Asteroid? No, that's not- Their stars went nova? Was that it? Or maybe it was-"

"It was that, student." The Chaplain nodded once at the trail of light that had since grown larger in their view, almost alarmingly so. Soon, he thought, a thousand millenia of history would be gone. "It was Man."

>>8460853

The acolyte shivered, his lips pressing into a tight, thin line. "T-that.. Is a forbidden word.."

"We forbade it that we not their draw notice by speaking it. That purpose, now, would be redundant."

"It's.. really them? Have we told the people? The other castes?"

"The Autarch is hesitant to-"

His words were split in two by a peel of ungodly thunder, shaking and twisting the walls and floors around them. Somewhere amidst the apocalyptic roar was a shrieking, metallic tear; the herald of their world's end. The room around them bursted into a red-tinted haze of klaxxons and sparks; the elegant curves of the many empty consoles that lined its walls now a toneless symphony of droning AI, spitting their dispassionate warnings.

"..Hesitant to panic the populace. Moreover, I believe he, as much as any of us, is reluctant to abandon his home. I imagine that will change now, if it is not too late." The Chaplain briefly cast his gaze downwards, to where the acolyte was now curled, cowering, on the floor of the station, his antennae pulled smoothly back against his head.

"The barrier.. They.."

"They pierced it, yes. Effortlessly, without doubt. To your feet, acolyte." The smaller of the two creatures clamored upwards, its many-jointed hands searching and cloying along the cold wall before it. Its fingers clasped along the rim of the viewing screen that towered above them, and as they did another tremendous blast shook the station. Through some unknown force of will, the acolyte kept his grip, and found himself standing before a panel that showed not the starlit reaches of space, but merely the matte black of dead electronics.

"Th-they're here, aren't they? They're in the station! We've got to run, Chaplain, please, we must-"

Silence. Silence please!
Class is starting and I'd like your complete attention.
Good.
Last time we talked about the Shriss. Can someone tell me something? Anyone? Yes Vluktschass.
-They eat each other!
-Yes but?
-Only when they get sick or old... But its still icky! I wouldnt eat another Vasned even if he was sick!
-Of course their comportement may seem a bit strange to us but they are part of the great concil. Which makes them.. Oh I forgot! What does beign part of the Great concil mean?
-They are our friend!!
-Ahah.. Very good class! Very good!
Today, we talk about humans.

>>8460883

"We have been ordered, acolyte, to stand. To hold our ground against a race- A force- that has ended more worlds than I could speak of in my lifetime. A force that, as much as entropy, as much as time, has driven everything and everyone, every creature and every planet, that has ever been in its path. And we place ourselves here, now, blithely before it, at the behest of a race that could not hope to comprehend the futility of their resistance. There is no running for us."

And it was scarcely after he had finished speaking that the far wall of the station erupted into a brilliant ball of blue fire, consuming metal as though it were ice and sending it, likewise, into a shallow puddle on the floor; the flame itself vanished not one hundredth of a second later, amidst a cloud of putrid black smoke. From this smoke poured They, Them, It; a species which a million others had dared not name, the embodiment of the end-times, what the Chaplain of the Errsksitra had heard spoken as the Hunger of the Far-Veil.

>>8460901

"GAAAAAAAAAAAA-REETINGS, LIFE-FORMS!" The staccato voiced that echoed from the tall thing burned in the ears of those two unfortunate enough to hear it. Flanking its garishly clothed form were immense constructs, loudspeakers and lightscreens adorning their clunky forms. "WE'VE COME TODAY TO TELL YOU ABOUT A ONCE-IN-A-MULTIVERSE OFFER STEEEEEEERAIGHT FROM EARTH ITSELF! ARE YOU TIRED OF-"

And like a starving serpant consuming its own tail even this cacophony was drowned out by the screaming voice that rose behind it, as blubbery, pale-white blobs streamed forth from the crack in the station's wall. These things were covered in fabric every bit as loud and horrendous as their voices, depicting what must have been stylized flora from their birth world. They held devices that flashed and flared like ancient stars. "HEY, HEY, AUHLIEEN, C'MERE AND LEMME TAKE YOUR PICTER! BRANDEEEEEEN, BRING THE YOUNGUNS UP TO SEE THIS FREAKY BUGGY MAN! HEY, BUGGY MAN, YOU WANT A COLD ONE?"

It took all of the Chaplain's prodigous will not to flee then and there. "Acolyte." he sighed. "Tell the Autarch.. we are lost."

>>8460807
The discivive battle had come, the humans, in the words of a human that was about to be multilated beyond reconistion were 'very pissed off' and had amassed a huge number of ships in system XX6 ((original)) in an attempt to finally win the war.
The battle was won by us in just 2 hours. with an estimate of 500 million humans killed and 200 thousand of ours.
Until that day they had never known of a BlackHole weapon.

>>8460913

>And like a starving serpant consuming its own tail even this cacophony was drowned out by the screaming voice that rose behind it, as blubbery, pale-white blobs streamed forth from the crack in the station's wall. These things were covered in fabric every bit as loud and horrendous as their voices, depicting what must have been stylized flora from their birth world. They held devices that flashed and flared like ancient stars. "HEY, HEY, AUHLIEEN, C'MERE AND LEMME TAKE YOUR PICTER! BRANDEEEEEEN, BRING THE YOUNGUNS UP TO SEE THIS FREAKY BUGGY MAN! HEY, BUGGY MAN, YOU WANT A COLD ONE?"

Beautiful. Simply beautiful.

>>8460934
From that moment onwards the humans begun to lose vast amounts of space in very little time. As more and more of our ships flooded onto the front line less and less impressive were their counter attacks. Our victories over human planets were so numerous that we had no idea whether just to glass the planets or to use the humans as some type of slave force. This problem was soon fixed by something called a 'coin toss'. If 'heads' we glass the planet if 'tails' the humans are shipped to our worlds were they are used for...slave work. The humans did offer one counter attack though which should be mentioned.

>>8460696

Let's take a moment to honor the hero of humanity.

Avatar is a truly beautiful yet tragic movie. It's a sad tale of what happens when we do not guard ourselves versus the vile threats against humanity. Praise to Cameron for raising the awareness of this issue into the public eye.

The tale is seemingly simple. Humanity has a need for a resource that exists on Pandora that is crucial to our survival, but the natives stand in the way. They try to diplomatically resolve the issue withe the blood thirsty primitives, but it does not work. The selfish savages will not share their useless to them resources and are keen on letting humanity die just based solely on their primitive beliefs. Those Monsters.

Finally, with the urgency upon them, the humans making a bold and justified strike upon the grounds that hold the necessary resources for humanity to thrive on. Sadly, the natives too savage in their nature do not leave peacefully, choose to fight. Nothing less than the regrettable destruction their homes is needed to drive them off. But all is good, humanity will live on.

Or will it? The twisted madman known as Jake Sully does the unthinkable. He betrays humanity due to the corruption inflicted upon him the vile natives. Not only that, in an act motivated solely by revenge, he escalates the conflict by inciting the natives into a mad frenzy of blood lust. Bent on vengeance and unable to see reason at all, our hero knows the final conflict is at hand. Out manned, he knows that his chances are slim, for the savages know no mercy.

>>8460913
Reminds me of this guy.

>>8461100

Our hero knows there is only way to try to save the lives of those around him. In a daring preemptive strike on the savage murdering terrorist, the hero attempts to wipe out their decaying religious symbol of hatred; for he knows it may be the only way to pacify the loathsome beasts. All is going well for a time, where the superior intelligence and tactics of humanity triumphs over the furries. But not even the mightiest of heroes can stand before sheer furry numbers and their magic. Using sickening sorcery the savages summon all the demonic monstrosities of the vicious planet to overwhelm and wipe out the humans. And at their vanguard, stands the despicable race traitor, Jake Sully.

In a final struggle our mighty hero defeats the traitor and the native queen with ease, for he is a superior to their wretchedness in every way. Alas, victory is taken away from him at the last moment in an unfair deus ex machina moment and he is slain by the impure beasts.

What is the moral of this tragedy? That no matter how noble and rational humanity is, there are abominations out there bent on our destruction. Tis a cautionary tale, that even the mightiest of all may be slain by the overwhelming numbers of the foul furries, and the lowliest of us must be safe guided so that they may be not be corrupted by their nefarious nature.

In memory of our hero, Colonel Miles Quaritch.

>go on /tg/ to start humanity fuck yea thread
>humanity fuck yea thread in progress

>>8460913
I did NOT see that coming. Anyone who says that they did is a lying whore.

Hey guys, I heard you like HFY threads.

So, I brought along this comic.

>>8461198

>>8461198
The In-Cal?

The Ink-al?

How does one pronounce the title?

>>8461210

>>8461216

Dunno. It is some French fuckery translated into English.

>>8461210
nvm

>>8461341

Oh god. Please stop.

>>8461371

Shut your mouth this is one of the best comics ever penned done by our greatest living artist.

He took another puff of his aromatic cigar.

"and what about this planet?" he gestured to an orb on the holo-screen

"Mostly habitable sir. Only F Class colonization by the populace. Some dense forests as well."

"And how deep are the oceans?"

"Only Twelve kilometers sir."

"Very well, this planet will do fine."
The waste management zoning commissioner flicked off the holo-screen.

"Give the inhabitants three days to evacuate then begin paving."

"The life-forms on this planet have not yet achieved space flight sir."

"Then begin immediately. Bury any protesters."

"Yes sir."

He took another drag from his cigar as he walked out of the control room.

>>8461422

Complete and utter shit. I feel bad for having read this.

>>8460893
Now now, settle down please.
-They say all humans are pirates!! Is that true?
-I heard they were reeaaaaal tall!
-Is it true they can spit fire?
-SETTLE DOWN I SAY!
...good. So, the humans.This is what they look like. And here is a recording of one walking through the streets of Valconia. Valconia is..? Yes Vkitriz?
-The capital of the Guel'Ankh.
-Yes it is. Humanity is considered to be the most mysterious race still in existance. Over 3000 years ago, the battleship Everburn of the Vael fleet reported the passage of a ship. It was described as huge, fast and hard to detect. In fact, by the time they fleet was even aware of its presence the ship had already managed to get behind them and away. The nearby planets waited for an assault that never came.

FOr the next 300 years, hundreds of report started coming from the Vael and the Cluckt. Mysterious vessels, Impossible to catch, ignoring all transmissions and avoiding all contact. Sometimes they would raid small villages, sometimes they would pillage and destroy civilian ships, sometimes they would help stranded or damaged ships but they would never answer and they would never speak. Conctact was never made until the Vectarius incident.

>>8461198
Get that shit over to /b/ or /d/

Hey, a couple of days ago we had a Humanity FUCK YEA thread where someone posted "All the Way Back" by Michael Shaara.

Could someone else post it? I want to read it again.

Spoilers: This American version is censored in comparison to the French one.

See:
>>8461341
And imagine it...nakeder.

>>8461341
Shitty censored American version. Also, the coloring on the Amercian version was completely redone, and sucks hard.

Also, that isn't The Incal. This is actually the prequel, 'Before The Incal', which was drawn and written by different people and then renamed by the American publishers to confuse us.

>>8461769

We'll get there...eventually.

>>8461758
>>8461769
>puristmind

Meta-barons is far superior.

Just letting you guys know, the next comic, I won't be posting all of this shit, just the comic itself.

ISSUE #2!!

>>8461701
That was me, it's no problem.

>-----------------------
All the Way Back
by Michael Shaara

Preface by David Drake

Before writing The Killer Angels, his Pulitzer Prize-winning novel of the Battle of Gettysburg, Michael Shaara practiced his skill by writing SF. Those of you who've read "Soldier Boy," "Death of a Hunter" (my particular favorite), and this story will agree that he didn't need much practice.
Great were the Antha, so reads the One Book of history, greater perhaps than any of the Galactic Peoples, and they were brilliant and fair, and their reign was long, and in all things they were great and proud, even in the manner of their dying—

Preface to Loab: History of The Master Race
The huge red ball of a sun hung glowing upon the screen.

Jansen adjusted the traversing knob, his face tensed and weary. The sun swung off the screen to the right, was replaced by the live black of space and the million speckled lights of the farther stars. A moment later the sun glided silently back across the screen and went off at the left. Again there was nothing but space and the stars.

"Try it again?" Cohn asked.

Jansen mumbled: "No. No use," and he swore heavily. "Nothing. Always nothing. Never a blessed thing."

Cohn repressed a sigh, began to adjust the controls.

In both of their minds was the single, bitter thought that there would be only one more time, and then they would go home. And it was a long way to come to go home with nothing.

When the controls were set there was nothing left to do. The two men walked slowly aft to the freeze room. Climbing up painfully on to the flat steel of the beds, they lay back and waited for the mechanism to function, for the freeze to begin.

Turned in her course, the spaceship bore off into the open emptiness. Her ports were thrown open, she was gathering speed as she moved away from the huge red star.
* * *

>>8461871
The object was sighted upon the last leg of the patrol, as the huge ship of the Galactic Scouts came across the edge of the Great Desert of the Rim, swinging wide in a long slow curve. It was there on the massometer as a faint blip, and, of course, the word went directly to Roymer.

"Report," he said briefly, and Lieutenant Goladan—a young and somewhat pompous Higiandrian—gave the Higiandrian equivalent of a cough and then reported.

"Observe," said Lieutenant Goladan, "that it is not a meteor, for the speed of it is much too great."

Roymer nodded patiently.

"And again, the speed is decreasing"—Goladan consulted his figures—"at a rate of twenty-four dines per segment. Since the orbit appears to bear directly upon the star Mina, and the decrease in speed is of a certain arbitrary origin, we must conclude that the object is a spaceship."

Roymer smiled.

"Very good, lieutenant." Like a tiny nova, Goladan began to glow and expand.

A good man, thought Roymer tolerantly, his is a race of good men. They have been two million years in achieving space flight; a certain adolescence is to be expected.

"Would you call Mind-Search, please?" Roymer asked.

Goladan sped away, to return almost immediately with the heavy-headed non-human Trian, chief of the Mind-Search Section.

Trian cocked an eyelike thing at Roymer, with grave inquiry.

"Yes, commander?"

The abrupt change in course was noticeable only on the viewplate, as the stars slid silently by. The patrol vessel veered off, swinging around and into the desert, settled into a parallel course with the strange new craft, keeping a discreet distance of—approximately—a light-year.

>>8458523
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>>8461898
The scanners brought the object into immediate focus, and Goladan grinned with pleasure. A spaceship, yes, Alien, too. Undoubtedly a primitive race. He voiced these thoughts to Roymer.

"Yes," the commander said, staring at the strange, small, projectilelike craft. "Primitive type. It is to be wondered what they are doing in the desert."

Goladan assumed an expression of intense curiosity.

"Trian," said Roymer pleasantly, "would you contact?"

The huge head bobbed up and down once and then stared into the screen. There was a moment of profound silence. Then Trian turned back to stare at Roymer, and there was a distinctly human expression of surprise in his eyelike things.

"Nothing," came the thought. "I can detect no presence at all."

Roymer raised an eyebrow.

"Is there a barrier?"

"No"—Trian had turned to gaze back into the screen—"a barrier I could detect. But there is nothing at all. There is no sentient activity on board that vessel."

Trian's word had to be taken, of course, and Roymer was disappointed. A spaceship empty of life—Roymer shrugged. A derelict, then. But why the decreasing speed? Pre-set controls would account for that, of course, but why? Certainly, if one abandoned a ship, one would not arrange for it to—

He was interrupted by Trian's thought:

"Excuse me, but there is nothing. May I return to my quarters?"

Roymer nodded and thanked him, and Trian went ponderously away. Goladan said:

"Shall we prepare to board it, sir?"

"Tonight we're going to show you eight silent ways to kill a man..."

Won that war against the Taurans.

The historians can't seem to settle whether to call this one "The Third Space War" (or the "Fourth"), or whether "The First Interstellar War" fits it better. We just call it "The Bug War" if we call it anything, which we usually don't and in any case the historians date the beginning of "war" after the time I joined my first outfit and ship. Everything up to then and still later were "incidents," "patrols," or "police actions." However, you are just as dead if you buy the farm in an "incident" as you are if you buy it in a declared war."

We won that one against the Arachnids.

Humanity...

FUCK YEAR!

>>8461916
"Yes."

And then Goladan was gone to give his proud orders.

Roymer continued to stare at the primitive vessel which hung on the plate. Curious. It was very interesting, always, to come upon derelict ships. The stories that were old, the silent tombs that had been drifting perhaps, for millions of years in the deep sea of space. In the beginning Roymer had hoped that the ship would be manned, and alien, but—nowadays, contact with an isolated race was rare, extremely rare. It was not to be hoped for, and he would be content with this, this undoubtedly empty, ancient ship.

And then, to Roymer's complete surprise, the ship at which he was staring shifted abruptly, turned on its axis, and flashed off like a live thing upon a new course.
* * *

When the defrosters activated and woke him up, Jansen lay for a while upon the steel table, blinking. As always with the freeze, it was difficult to tell at first whether anything had actually happened. It was like a quick blink and no more, and then you were lying, feeling exactly the same, thinking the same thoughts even, and if there was anything at all different it was maybe that you were a little numb. And yet in the blink time took a great leap, and the months went by like—Jansen smiled—fenceposts.

He raised a languid eye to the red bulb in the ceiling. Out. He sighed. The freeze had come and gone. He felt vaguely cheated, reflected that this time, before the freeze, he would take a little nap.

He climbed down from the table, noted that Cohn had already gone to the control room. He adjusted himself to the thought that they were approaching a new sun, and it came back to him suddenly that this would be the last one, now they would go home.

>>8461964
Well then, let this one have planets. To have come all this way, to have been gone from home eleven years, and yet to find nothing—

He was jerked out of the old feeling of despair by a lurch of the ship. That would be Cohn taking her off the auto. And now, he thought, we will go in and run out the telescope and have a look, and there won't be a thing.

Wearily, he clumped off over the iron deck, going up to the control room. He had no hope left now, and he had been so hopeful at the beginning. As they are all hopeful, he thought, as they have been hoping now for three hundred years. And they will go on hoping, for a little while, and then men will become hard to get, even with the freeze, and then the starships won't go out any more. And Man will be doomed to the System for the rest of his days.

Therefore, he asked humbly, silently, let this one have planets.

Up in the dome of the control cabin, Cohn was bent over the panel, pouring power into the board. He looked up, nodded briefly as Jansen came in. It seemed to both of them that they had been apart for five minutes.

"Are they all hot yet?" asked Jansen.

"No, not yet."

The ship had been in deep space with her ports thrown open. Absolute cold had come in and gone to the core of her, and it was always a while before the ship was reclaimed and her instruments warmed. Even now there was a sharp chill in the air of the cabin.

>>8461986
Jansen sat down idly, rubbing his arms.

"Last time around, I guess."

"Yes," said Cohn, and added laconically, "I wish Weizsäcker was here."

Jansen grinned. Weizsäcker, poor old Weizsäcker. He was long dead and it was a good thing, for he was the most maligned human being in the System.

For a hundred years his theory on the birth of planets, that every sun necessarily gave birth to a satellite family, had been an accepted part of the knowledge of Man. And then, of course, there had come space flight.

Jansen chuckled wryly. Lucky man, Weizsäcker. Now, two hundred years and a thousand stars later, there had been discovered just four planets. Alpha Centauri had one: a barren, ice-crusted mote no larger than the Moon; and Pollux had three, all dead lumps of cold rock and iron. None of the other stars had any at all. Yes, it would have been a great blow to Weizsäcker.

A hum of current broke into Jansen's thought as the telescope was run out. There was a sudden beginning of light upon the screen.

In spite of himself and the wry, hopeless feeling that had been in him, Jansen arose quickly, with a thin trickle of nervousness in his arms. There is always a chance, he thought, after all, there is always a chance. We have only been to a thousand suns, and in the Galaxy a thousand suns are not anything at all. So there is always a chance.

Cohn, calm and methodical, was manning the radar.

>>8462019
Gradually, condensing upon the center of the screen, the image of the star took shape. It hung at last, huge and yellow and flaming with an awful brilliance, and the prominences of the rim made the vast circle uneven. Because the ship was close and the filter was in, the stars of the background were invisible, and there was nothing but the one great sun.

Jansen began to adjust for observation.

The observation was brief.

They paused for a moment before beginning the tests, gazing upon the face of the alien sun. The first of their race to be here and to see, they were caught up for a time in the ancient, deep thrill of space and the unknown Universe.

They watched, and into the field of their vision, breaking in slowly upon the glaring edge of the sun's disk, there came a small black ball. It moved steadily away from the edge, in toward the center of the sun. It was unquestionably a planet in transit.
* * *

When the alien ship moved, Roymer was considerably rattled.

One does not question Mind-Search, he knew, and so there could not be any living thing aboard that ship. Therefore, the ship's movement could be regarded only as a peculiar aberration in the still-functioning drive. Certainly, he thought, and peace returned to his mind.

>>8461988
YIFF IN HELL

>>8461512

This comic is the metabarons universe!

GOOD GODS MAN!

EPIC

>>8462044
But it did pose an uncomfortable problem. Boarding that ship would be no easy matter, not if the thing was inclined to go hopping away like that, with no warning. There were two hundred years of conditioning in Roymer, it would be impossible for him to put either his ship or his crew into an unnecessarily dangerous position. And wavery, erratic spaceships could undoubtedly be classified as dangerous.

Therefore, the ship would have to be disabled.

Regretfully, he connected with Fire control, put the operation into the hands of the Firecon officer, and settled back to observe the results of the actions against the strange craft.

And the alien moved again.

Not suddenly, as before, but deliberately now, the thing turned once more from its course, and its speed decreased even more rapidly. It was still moving in upon Mina, but now its orbit was tangential and no longer direct. As Roymer watched the ship come about, he turned up the magnification for a larger view, checked the automatic readings on the board below the screen. And his eyes were suddenly directed to a small, conical projection which had begun to rise up out of the ship, which rose for a short distance and stopped, pointed in on the orbit towards Mina at the center.

Roymer was bewildered, but he acted immediately. Firecon was halted, all protective screens were re-established, and the patrol ship back-tracked quickly into the protection of deep space.

There was no question in Roymer's mind that the movements of the alien had been directed by a living intelligence, and not by any mechanical means. There was also no doubt in Roymer's mind that there was no living being on board that ship. The problem was acute.

>>8462078
FIGHTIN TIME, HERE WE GO.

>>8462078
KILL! PURGE THE UNCLEAN

>>8462094
Roymer felt the scalp of his hairless head beginning to crawl. In the history of the galaxy, there had been discovered but five nonhuman races, yet never a race which did not betray its existence by the telepathic nature of its thinking. Roymer could not conceive of a people so alien that even the fundamental structure of their thought process was entirely different from the Galactics.

Extra-Galactics? He observed the ship closely and shook his head. No. Not an extra-Galactic ship certainly, much too primitive a type.

Extraspatial? His scalp crawled again.

Completely at a loss as to what to do, Roymer again contacted Mind-Search and requested that Trian be sent to him immediately.

Trian was preceded by a puzzled Goladan. The orders to alien contact, then to Firecon, and finally for a quick retreat, had affected the lieutenant deeply. He was a man accustomed to a strictly logical and somewhat ponderous course of events. He waited expectantly for some explanation to come from his usually serene commander.

Roymer, however, was busily occupied in tracking the alien's new course. An orbit about Mina, Roymer observed, with that conical projection laid on the star; a device of war; or some measuring instrument?

The stolid Trian appeared—walking would not quite describe how—and was requested to make another attempt at contact with the alien. He replied with his usual eerie silence and in a moment, when he turned back to Roymer, there was surprise in the transmitted thought.

>>8462121
Happy ending! Hurrah!

>>8462122
"I cannot understand. There is life there now."

Roymer was relieved, but Goladan was blinking.

Trian went on, turning again to gaze at the screen.

"It is very remarkable. There are two life-beings. Human-type race. Their presence is very clear, they are"—he paused briefly—"explorers, it appears. But they were not there before. It is extremely unnerving."

So it is, Roymer agreed. He asked quickly: "Are they aware of us?"

"No. They are directing their attention on the star. Shall I contact?"

"No. Not yet. We will observe them first."

The alien ship floated upon the screen before them, moving in slow orbit about the star Mina.
* * *

Seven. There were seven of them. Seven planets, and three at least had atmospheres, and two might even be inhabitable. Jansen was so excited he was hopping around the control room. Cohn did nothing, but grin widely with a wondrous joy, and the two of them repeatedly shook hands and gloated.

"Seven!" roared Jansen. "Old lucky seven!"

>>8462158
Quickly then, and with extreme nervousness, they ran spectrograph analyses of each of those seven fascinating worlds. They began with the central planets, in the favorable temperature belt where life conditions would be most likely to exist, and they worked outwards.

For reasons which were as much sentimental as they were practical, they started with the third planet of this fruitful sun. There was a thin atmosphere, fainter even than that of Mars, and no oxygen. Silently they went on to the fourth. It was cold and heavy, perhaps twice as large as Earth, had a thick envelope of noxious gases. They saw with growing fear that there was no hope there, and they turned quickly inwards toward the warmer area nearer the sun.

On the second planet—as Jansen put it—they hit the jackpot.

A warm, green world it was, of an Earthlike size and atmosphere; oxygen and water vapor lines showed strong and clear in the analysis.

"This looks like it," said Jansen, grinning again.

Cohn nodded, left the screen and went over to man the navigating instruments.

"Let's go down and take a look."

"Radio check first." It was the proper procedure. Jansen had gone over it in his mind a thousand times. He clicked on the receiver, waited for the tubes to function, and then scanned for contact. As they moved in toward the new planet he listened intently, trying all lengths, waiting for any sound at all. There was nothing but the rasping static of open space.

"Well," he said finally, as the green planet grew large upon the screen, "if there's any race there, it doesn't have radio."

>>8462175
Cohn showed his relief.

"Could be a young civilization."

"Or one so ancient and advanced that it doesn't need radio."

Jansen refused to let his deep joy be dampened. It was impossible to know what would be there. Now it was just as it had been three hundred years ago, when the first Earth ship was approaching Mars. And it will be like this—Jansen thought—in every other system to which we go. How can you picture what there will be? There is nothing at all in your past to give you a clue. You can only hope.

The planet was a beautiful green ball on the screen.
* * *

The thought which came out of Trian's mind was tinged with relief.

"I see how it was done. They have achieved a complete stasis, a perfect state of suspended animation which they produce by an ingenious usage of the absolute zero of outer space. Thus, when they are—frozen, is the way they regard it—their minds do not function, and their lives are not detectable. They have just recently revived and are directing their ship."

Roymer digested the new information slowly. What kind of a race was this? A race which flew in primitive star ships, yet it had already conquered one of the greatest problems in Galactic history, a problem which had baffled the Galactics for millions of years. Roymer was uneasy.

>>8462190
"A very ingenious device," Trian was thinking, "they use it to alter the amount of subjective time consumed in their explorations. Their star ship has a very low maximum speed. Hence, without this—freeze—their voyage would take up a good portion of their lives."

"Can you classify the mind-type?" Roymer asked with growing concern.

Trian reflected silently for a moment.

"Yes," he said, "although the type is extremely unusual. I have never observed it before. General classification would be Human-Four. More specifically, I would place them at the Ninth level."

Roymer started. "The Ninth level?"

"Yes. As I say, they are extremely unusual."

Roymer was now clearly worried. He turned away and paced the deck for several moments. Abruptly, he left the room and went to the files of alien classification. He was gone for a long time, while Goladan fidgeted and Trian continued to gather information plucked across space from the alien minds. Roymer came back at last.

"What are they doing?"

"They are moving in on the second planet. They are about to determine whether the conditions are suitable there for an establishment of a colony of their kind."

Gravely, Roymer gave his orders to navigation. The patrol ship swung into motion, sped off swiftly in the direction of the second planet.
* * *

FOR THE EMPEROR!

I mean...

FOR THE PREZ!

>>8458524
you started a humanity fuck yeah thread with a picture of humans killing each other

what the fuck

>>8458521
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>>8462205
There was a single, huge blue ocean which covered an entire hemisphere of the new world. And the rest of the surface was a young jungle, wet and green and empty of any kind of people, choked with queer growths of green and orange. They circled the globe at a height of several thousand feet, and to their amazement and joy, they never saw a living thing; not a bird or a rabbit or the alien equivalent, in fact nothing alive at all. And so they stared in happy fascination.

"This is it," Jansen said again, his voice uneven.

"What do you think we ought to call it?" Cohn was speaking absently. "New Earth? Utopia?"

Together they watched the broken terrain slide by beneath them.

"No people at all. It's ours." And after a while Jansen said: "New Earth. That's a good name."

Cohn was observing the features of the ground intently.

"Do you notice the kind of . . . circular appearance of most of those mountain ranges? Like on the Moon, but grown over and eroded. They're all almost perfect circles."

Pulling his mind away from the tremendous visions he had of the colony which would be here, Jansen tried to look at the mountains with an objective eye. Yes, he realized with faint surprise, they were round, like Moon craters.

>>8462232
"Peculiar," Cohn muttered. "Not natural, I don't think. Couldn't be. Meteors not likely in this atmosphere. "What in—?"

Jansen jumped. "Look there," he cried suddenly, "a round lake!"

Off toward the northern pole of the planet, a lake which was a perfect circle came slowly into view. There was no break in the rim other than that of a small stream which flowed in from the north.

"That's not natural," Cohn said briefly, "someone built that."

They were moving on to the dark side now, and Cohn turned the ship around. The sense of exhilaration was too new for them to be let down, but the strange sight of a huge number of perfect circles, existing haphazardly like the remains of great splashes on the surface of the planet, was unnerving.

It was the sight of one particular crater, a great barren hole in the midst of a wide red desert, which rang a bell in Jansen's memory, and he blurted:

"A war! There was a war here. That one there looks just like a fusion bomb crater."

Cohn stared, then raised his eyebrows.

"I'll bet you're right."

"A bomb crater, do you see? Pushes up hills on all sides in a circle, and kills—" A sudden, terrible thought hit Jansen. Radioactivity. Would there be radioactivity here?

While Cohn brought the ship in low over the desert, he tried to calm Jansen's fears.

>>8462246
"There couldn't be much. Too much plant life. Jungles all over the place. Take it easy, man."

"But there's not a living thing on the planet. I'll bet that's why there was a war. It got out of hand, the radioactivity got everything. We might have done this to Earth!"

They glided in over the flat emptiness of the desert, and the counters began to click madly.

"That's it," Jansen said conclusively, "still radioactive. It might not have been too long ago."

"Could have been a million years, for all we know."

"Well, most places are safe, apparently. We'll check before we go down."

As he pulled the ship up and away, Cohn whistled.

"Do you suppose there's really not a living thing? I mean, not a bug or a germ or even a virus? Why, it's like a clean new world, a nursery!" He could not take his eyes from the screen.

They were going down now. In a very little while they would be out and walking in the sun. The lust of the feeling was indescribable. They were Earthmen freed forever from the choked home of the System, Earthmen gone out to the stars, landing now upon the next world of their empire.

Cohn could not control himself.

That's it for #2.

Now I am off to take a shit. Cleanse the body after cleansing the mind by reading this.

>>8462265
This is the worst shit I have ever seen.

>>8462264
"Do we need a flag?" he said grinning. "How do we claim this place?"

"Just set her down, man," Jansen roared.

Cohn began to chuckle.

"Oh, brave new world," he laughed, "that has no people in it."
* * *

"But why do we have to contact them?" Goladan asked impatiently. "Could we not just—"

Roymer interrupted without looking at him.

"The law requires that contact be made and the situation explained before action is taken. Otherwise it would be a barbarous act."

Goladan brooded.

The patrol ship hung in the shadow of the dark side, tracing the alien by its radioactive trail. The alien was going down for a landing on the daylight side.

Trian came forward with the other members of the Alien Contact Crew, reported to Roymer, "The aliens have landed."

"Yes," said Roymer, "we will let them have a little time. Trian, do you think you will have any difficulty in the transmission?"

>>8462289
What's wrong, not...

KAWAII-uguu enough for you?

>>8462324
No, I hate mangos and Nipo shit too. But this is just awful.

>>8462316
"No. Conversation will not be difficult. Although the confused and complex nature of their thought-patterns does make their inner reactions somewhat obscure. But I do not think there will be any problem."

"Very well. You will remain here and relay the messages."

"Yes."

The patrol ship flashed quickly up over the north pole, then swung inward toward the equator, circling the spot where the alien had gone down. Roymer brought his ship in low and with the silence characteristic of a Galactic, landed her in a wooded spot a mile east of the alien. The Galactics remained in their ship for a short while as Trian continued his probe for information. When at last the Alien Contact Crew stepped out, Roymer and Goladan were in the lead. The rest of the crew faded quietly into the jungle.

As he walked through the young orange brush, Roymer regarded the world around him. Almost ready for repopulation, he thought, in another hundred years the radiation will be gone, and we will come back. One by one the worlds of that war will be reclaimed.

He felt Trian's directions pop into his mind.

"You are approaching them. Proceed with caution. They are just beyond the next small rise. I think you had better wait, since they are remaining close to their ship."

Roymer sent back a silent yes. Motioning Goladan to be quiet, Roymer led the way up the last rise. In the jungle around him the Galactic crew moved silently.
* * *

>>8462339
But.... But mangos are so tasty!

>>8461210

>>8462357
The air was perfect; there was no radiation. Except for the wild orange color of the vegetation, the spot was a Garden of Eden. Jansen felt instinctively that there was no danger here, no terrible blight or virus or any harmful thing. He felt a violent urge to get out of his spacesuit and run and breathe, but it was forbidden. Not on the first trip. That would come later, after all the tests and experiments had been made and the world pronounced safe.

One of the first things Jansen did was get out the recorder and solemnly claim this world for the Solar Federation, recording the historic words for the archives of Earth. And he and Cohn remained for a while by the air lock of their ship, gazing around at the strange yet familiar world into which they had come.

"Later on we'll search for ruins," Cohn said. "Keep an eye out for anything that moves. It's possible that there are some of them left and who knows what they'll look like. Mutants, probably, with five heads. So keep an eye open."

"Right."

Jansen began collecting samples of the ground, of the air, of the nearer foliage. The dirt was Earth-dirt, there was no difference. He reached down and crumbled the soft moist sod with his fingers. The flowers may be a little peculiar—probably mutated, he thought—but the dirt is honest to goodness dirt, and I'll bet the air is Earth-air.

He rose and stared into the clear open blue of the sky, feeling again an almost overpowering urge to throw open his helmet and breathe, and as he stared at the sky and at the green and orange hills, suddenly, a short distance from where he stood, a little old man came walking over the hill.

>>8462359
Pineapples are better though.

>>8462376

I'm Back!

>>8462383

>>8462403
Fuck no

>>8462379
They stood facing each other across the silent space of a foreign glade. Roymer's face was old and smiling; Jansen looked back at him with absolute astonishment.

After a short pause, Roymer began to walk out into the open soil, with Goladan following, and Jansen went for his heat gun.

"Cohn!" he yelled, in a raw brittle voice, "Cohn!"

And as Cohn turned and saw and froze, Jansen heard words being spoken in his brain. They were words coming from the little old man.

"Please do not shoot," the old man said, his lips unmoving.

"No, don't shoot," Cohn said quickly. "Wait. Let him alone." The hand of Cohn, too, was at his heat gun.

Roymer smiled. To the two Earthmen his face was incredibly old and wise and gentle. He was thinking: Had I been a nonhuman they would have killed me.

He sent a thought back to Trian. The Mind-Searcher picked it up and relayed it into the brains of the Earthmen, sending it through their cortical centers and then up into their conscious minds, so that the words were heard in the language of Earth. "Thank you," Roymer said gently. Jansen's hand held the heat gun leveled on Roymer's chest. He stared, not knowing what to say.

"Please remain where you are," Cohn's voice was hard and steady.

Roymer halted obligingly. Goladan stopped at his elbow, peering at the Earthmen with mingled fear and curiosity. The sight of fear helped Jansen very much.

>>8462403


Fuck off, you frog loving furfag.

DIE DIE DIE!!! This is a humanity FUCK YEAH thread, not a "We're going to grow flowers in our furry hearts so that we can love. Animals are so much more pure than humans and technology is bad." thread.

DIE DIE DIE

>>8462376

Incal is shit. Same-old dystopian future crap.

The person posting it missed the entire point of the thread.

>>8462436

Did I? Did I really?

>>8462456
yes

>>8462471

Oh. Ok.

>>8462456

Everyone post image replies so that we'll max it out sooner. Is that how this works? I'm a newfag.

>>8462414
"Who are you?" Cohn said clearly, separating the words.

Roymer folded his hands comfortably across his chest, he was still smiling.

"With your leave, I will explain our presence."

Cohn just stared.

"There will be a great deal to explain. May we sit down and talk?"

Trian helped with the suggestion. They sat down.

The sun of the new world was setting, and the conference went on. Roymer was doing most of the talking. The Earthmen sat transfixed.

It was like growing up suddenly, in the space of a second.

The history of Earth and of all Mankind just faded and dropped away. They heard of great races and worlds beyond number, the illimitable government which was the Galactic Federation. The fiction, the legends, the dreams of a thousand years had come true in a moment, in the figure of a square little old man who was not from Earth. There was a great deal for them to learn and accept in the time of a single afternoon, on an alien planet.

>>8462479
Who cares? I say post the rest. One butthurt faggot does not represent /tg/.

Keep on posting friend!

>>8462491
But it was just as new and real to them that they had discovered an uninhabited, fertile planet, the first to be found by Man. And they could not help but revolt from the sudden realization that the planet might well be someone else's property—that the Galactics owned everything worth owning.

It was an intolerable thought.

"How far," asked Cohn, as his heart pushed up in his throat, "does the Galactic League extend?"

Roymer's voice was calm and direct in their minds.

"Only throughout the central regions of the galaxy. There are millions of stars along the rim which have not yet been explored."

Cohn relaxed, bowed down with relief. There was room then, for Earthmen.

"This planet. Is it part of the Federation?"

"Yes," said Roymer, and Cohn tried to mask his thought. Cohn was angry, and he hoped that the alien could not read his mind as well as he could talk to it. To have come this far—

"There was a race here once," Roymer was saying, "a humanoid race which was almost totally destroyed by war. This planet has been uninhabitable for a very long time. A few of its people who were in space at the time of the last attack were spared. The Federation established them elsewhere. When the planet is ready, the descendants of those survivors will be brought back. It is their home."

>>8462485

INCAL SUCKS!!!

DIE DIE DIE

>>8462436
>implying that 99% of HUMANITY FUCK YEAH threads aren't massive glorification of sex and violence by hopeless neckbeards.

>>8462403

>>8462485
>>8462506
>>8462504

>>8462497

Spoiler: I am.

More Obvious Spoiler: I know this comic is very un-HFY, hence why I started it.

We make goatse and we make this. we give, and we take away. we are humanity. we are not legion; our legions are legion. we do not forget. we do not forgive.

>>8462501
Neither of the Earthmen spoke.

"It is surprising," Roymer went on, "that your home world is in the desert. We had thought that there were no habitable worlds—"

"The desert?"

"Yes. The region of the galaxy from which you have come is that which we call the desert. It is an area almost entirely devoid of planets. Would you mind telling me which star is your home?"

Cohn stiffened.

"I'm afraid our government would not permit us to disclose any information concerning our race."

"As you wish. I am sorry you are disturbed. I was curious to know—" He waved a negligent hand to show that the information was unimportant. We will get it later, he thought, when we decipher their charts. He was coming to the end of the conference, he was about to say what he had come to say.

"No doubt you have been exploring the stars about your world?"

The Earthmen both nodded. But for the question concerning Sol, they long ago would have lost all fear of this placid old man and his wide-eyed, silent companion.

"Perhaps you would like to know," said Roymer, "why your area is a desert."

Instantly, both Jansen and Cohn were completely absorbed. This was it, the end of three hundred years of searching. They would go home with the answer.

Roymer never relaxed.

>>8462485

>Implying I can't just finish it in another thread

Not even lookin' at what I'm posting.

>>8462497
Incorrect. This comic nonsense is crap and should be on /co/ or something else. I'm just here for "All the Way Back".

>>8462554
Fine, post it in a different thread, just get out!

>>8462508

Ummmm, YEAH. That's the point.

>>8462566
I feel pretty sweet when this happens
>>8462550
"Not too long ago," he said, "approximately thirty thousand years by your reckoning, a great race ruled the desert, a race which was known as the Antha, and it was not a desert then. The Antha ruled hundreds of worlds. They were perhaps the greatest of all the Galactic peoples; certainly they were as brilliant a race as the galaxy has ever known.

"But they were not a good race. For hundreds of years, while they were still young, we tried to bring them into the Federation. They refused, and of course we did not force them. But as the years went by the scope of their knowledge increased amazingly; shortly they were the technological equals of any other race in the galaxy. And then the Antha embarked upon an era of imperialistic expansion.

"They were superior, they knew it and were proud. And so they pushed out and enveloped the races and worlds of the area now known as the desert. Their rule was a tyranny unequaled in Galactic history."

The Earthmen never moved, and Roymer went on.

"But the Antha were not members of the Federation, and, therefore, they were not answerable for their acts. We could only stand by and watch as they spread their vicious rule from world to world. They were absolutely ruthless.

"As an example of their kind of rule, I will tell you of their crime against the Apectans.

"The planet of Apectus not only resisted the Antha, but somehow managed to hold out against their approach for several years. The Antha finally conquered and then, in retaliation for the Apectans' valor, they conducted the most brutal of their mass experiments.

>>8462566

Hell's yeah! That story rocks! Keep on postin'.

>>8462590
"They were a brilliant people. They had been experimenting with the genes of heredity. Somehow they found a way to alter the genes of the Apectans, who were humanoids like themselves, and they did it on a mass scale. They did not choose to exterminate the race, their revenge was much greater. Every Apectan born since the Antha invasion, has been born without one arm."

Jansen sucked in his breath. It was a very horrible thing to hear, and a sudden memory came into his brain. Caesar did that, he thought. He cut off the right hands of the Gauls. Peculiar coincidence. Jansen felt uneasy.

Roymer paused for a moment.

"The news of what happened to the Apectans set the Galactic peoples up in arms, but it was not until the Antha attacked a Federation world that we finally moved against them. It was the greatest war in the history of Life.

"You will perhaps understand how great a people the Antha were when I tell you that they alone, unaided, dependent entirely upon their own resources, fought the rest of the Galactics, and fought them to a standstill. As the terrible years went by we lost whole races and planets—like this one, which was one the Antha destroyed—and yet we could not defeat them.

"It was only after many years, when a Galactic invented the most dangerous weapon of all, that we won. The invention—of which only the Galactic Council has knowledge—enabled us to turn the suns of the Antha into novae, at long range. One by one we destroyed the Antha worlds. We hunted them through all the planets of the desert; for the first time in history the edict of the Federation was death, death for an entire race. At last there were no longer any habitable worlds where the Antha had been. We burned their worlds, and ran them down in space. Thirty thousand years ago, the civilization of the Antha perished."

-1

I love how you all are willing to torch this thread, using a 'scorched earth' policy on something that may only last an hour, maybe a couple of them.

>>8462605
Roymer had finished. He looked at the Earthmen out of grave, tired old eyes.

Cohn was staring in open-mouth fascination, but Jansen—unaccountably felt a chill. The story of Caesar remained uncomfortably in his mind. And he had a quick, awful suspicion.

"Are you sure you got all of them?"

"No. Some surely must have escaped. There were too many in space, and space is without limits."

Jansen wanted to know: "Have any of them been heard of since?"

Roymer's smile left him as the truth came out. "No. Not until now."

There were only a few more seconds. He gave them time to understand. He could not help telling them that he was sorry, he even apologized. And then he sent the order with his mind.

The Antha died quickly and silently, without pain.
* * *

Only thirty thousand years, Roymer was thinking, but thirty thousand years, and they came back out to the stars. They have no memory now of what they were or what they have done. They started all over again, the old history of the race has been lost, and in thirty thousand years they came all the way back.

Roymer shook his head with sad wonder and awe. The most brilliant people of all.

Goladan came in quietly with the final reports.

>>8462627
"There are no charts," he grumbled, "no maps at all. We will not be able to trace them to their home star."

Roymer did not know, really, what was right, to be disappointed or relieved. We cannot destroy them now, he thought, not right away. He could not help being relieved. Maybe this time there will be a way, and they will not have to be destroyed. They could be—

He remembered the edict—the edict of death. The Antha had forged it for themselves and it was just. He realized that there wasn't much hope.

The reports were on his desk and he regarded them with a wry smile. There was indeed no way to trace them back. They had no charts, only a regular series of course-check coordinates which were preset on their home planet and which were not decipherable. Even at this stage of their civilization they had already anticipated the consequences of having their ship fall into alien hands. And this although they lived in the desert.

Goladan startled him with an anxious question:

"What can we do?"

Roymer was silent.

We can wait, he thought. Gradually, one by one, they will come out of the desert, and when they come we will be waiting. Perhaps one day we will follow one back and destroy their world, and perhaps before then we will find a way to save them.

Suddenly, as his eyes wandered over the report before him and he recalled the ingenious mechanism of the freeze, a chilling, unbidden thought came into his brain.

And perhaps, he thought calmly, for he was a philosophical man, they will come out already equipped to rule the galaxy.

>>8462615
I love how you're posting a shitty furry comic masquerading as serious science fiction.

>>8462650

SECRET WIZARD

>>8462640
YESSSSS... This is what HFY threads should be about. Humanity is savage, but not the most savage. What makes us truly appalling is our cunningness and our love of technology. We aren't noble, we aren't mindless, we aren't special, we're just MORE!!!

I'm sick of sci fi where humans are just so special but stupid, and this is a problem in HFY threads too. We're not stupid and impulsive compared ot the rest of our planet, why does everyone assume that we're stupid and impulsive compared to the rest of the galaxy?

>>8462650

Forgot my message.

Anyways, I love how you think I care either way about the literary qualities of this other than the fact that it is fucking hilarious if you don't take it seriously.

>>8462640
Fuckin bravo man

>>8462627
>>8462640

Holy. Fucking. Shit. Thanks for posting this.

>>8462615
Didn't want to post earlier at risk of hitting the reply limit; but its obvious to anyone you're just posting this... whatever in a sad attempt at attention. That you've got it saved to your hd, let alone in a format for posting here, speaks volumes.

Enjoy this reply. Have fun thinking 'dohoho i trol u'. What little attention you get feels like charity. Revel in your charity.

>>8462650

There is one, ONE scene with furries. Seriously.

>>8462563
What IS that from?

>>8462760
Pr0n, mostly.

Pretty good stuff

>>8462744
Yeah, and it's the only scene with good guys. "Bawwww! The humans are evil and want to persecute the free loving furries!"

Yiff in hell, furfag.

>>8462782

Say, as good as THIS?

>>8462742

>Implying I am not just bored and wasting time until my gf finishes her essay

>>8462744
your point

>>8462640
That was awesome. Where's it from?

>>8462782
Does it have a name?

>>8462782
http://www.fakku.net/viewmanga.php?id=3100

Good stuff

Ah, the end.

>>8462806
It's called All the Way Back by Michael Shaara (probably from the anthology "The World Turned Upside Down")

>>8462839
It's fucking loli shit?

Do not want.

>>8462803
whatever helps you sleep at night. I'm sure when 'she' comes back from away on aim you'll be primed after this 'epic trol'.

Should I spend some time scanning in that Shaara anthology so I can dump it next thread?

>>8462839
That one only really has a few good sex pages. I prefer this one:
http://www.fakku.net/viewmanga.php?id=3354

>>8462880
Probably. Yeah, do it.

>>8462847
Thanks. Was an interesting read. For sure.

>>8462733
I think your picture also illustrates why humanity is so kickass. We're the only species that tricks others into giving them sexual pleasure by pretending to be their mother.

>>8462880
Yes, and have a MegaUpload with it too please.

>>8462847
compete and utter shit.

>>8462880
Do it faggot

>>8462861
Hey, you asked for it. I only liked it for the buttsex in that one scene.

>>8462892

No problem. I am saving the rest for another HFY thread.

Seriously, I find Incal to be funny. Dunno why the others have a problem with it.

>>8462918
You could warn when it's something like that. Shit.

You know why humanity is awesome? Humanity has Space Macguyver. Do you want to fuck with Space Macguyver? I didn't think so.

>>8462978
Like what? It's Jap porn, what did you expect? Dickgirls? Tentacles?

>>8462978
If it makes you feel any better, it's also incest as well as somewhat loli.

I've always thought that a strong element of these threads was "Humanity is fucking CRAZY" and in that regard incal seems most appropriate.

>>8463273

Try reading the Metabaron comics.

FUCKING HELL MADNESS!

MADNESS!

And the most GAR family line ever.

>>8462760
NiseMidiDoronokai
there should be a /rs/ with all doujins up

We numbered 26 billion in 2212. In 2214 we numbered a little over 1 million.

When the Council vote came back 4/2 we were shocked but still confident. After all we had both the largest armies and fleets of all the races as well as having the most advanced weaponry....we thought.

The Four Civilizations of the Amachi, Indiots, Chhzzkx and Pledarrks fell upon our colonies like a storm. One on one or even taking on two at once we could have emerged victorious....but four? No even for us it was impossible. Only the Varyags and Recclots did not attack us and for that we are forever grateful.
In a little over a year they had pushed us all the way back to our home system of Sol. The Sol United Military had been pushing out guns and ships by the millions ever since the declaration of war and we believed that only here in the most Holy of Space could we break their advance. I remember watching the millions of civilians clamouring for a weapon and a spot on a drop ship, anything they could do to help the war effort when the time came.
I remember the deafening cries when it was announced that we had broken the first wave at Pluto. I remember the cries of grief when it was announced that we had lost Grand Commander Kohler at Titan along with over a third of our entire forces.

>>8463915

I remember the fear I felt when I first saw the Graviton Beam Emitter along with the rest of the Council Fleet as it began to power up its weapons and direct itself towards our Moon. The plasma and gauss shots from a thousand turrets from our ships made it look as though a million new stars had appeared in the sky but it was not enough. Without a sound the Moon cracked.
We knew it was all over then. Without the moon, our planets guardian for eternity how could we defend ourselves. With no place left to dock our fighters, frigates, cruisers and even dreadnaughts punched in the final codes for suicides runs to take down as many accursed aliens as possible.
A little over a million of use escaped the Battle of Earth, the aliens shot down the majority of our escape and colony ships as they tried to exit the system. They should have hunted us down to the last child. They should have declared war on the Varyags and Recclots when they harboured us instead of letting us rest and collect ourselves.
They didn’t.
The Chhzzkx and the Amachi are no more. Their worlds have been turned to rock and glass. The Indiots and Pledarrks are suing for peace and destroying their own ships rather than face us. Humanity has returned and we have vowed that we shall never be harmed again.

>>8463915
>>8463929
MOAR

>>8461198
Why in the hell did you bring that abomination of a comic then?

>>8463273
Terra: A small backwater jewel, a diamond in the rough from an otherwise desolate and worthless system. Rich in various natural resources and inhabited by a backward group of mammalian life forms known as humans.

Under normal circumstances this world would have been wiped clean and harvest by any number of petty warlords, insectoids, or mining conglomerates. However, the humans have an arsenal of Atomics so vast they are capable of glassing an average M Class Planet a dozen times over. The strangest part of this species is the fact that they have built all these weapons to be used against one another.

Any species willing to point it's deadliest weapons against itself is not a species that one would like to make war against.

MOAR! I DEMAND IT! IN HIS NAME!