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galacticexevt · 3 months

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Hi guys! I know it has been a while since I have uploaded any works and it’s due to a few reasons: One of them being my college classes for the spring semester have startred up and I need to get my GPA up so I need to stay on top of my classes. The second reason simply being writers burn out, lmao. That being said, I haven’t stopped coming up with writing ideas and prompts, ya boy just needs to find that motivation again.

This prompt was given to me by an IRL friend of mine back in fall of last year- and while it is a bit different from what I normally write and share; considering I am on the aro/ace spectrum it was quite a challenge to think outside the box. While this short story is meant for kicks and giggles, there is a bit of truth to my IRL seld slipped into it as well. I had put this peice on the back burner for a while and it wasn’t until a rather….unpleasant interaction with a veiwer of mine that gave me the inspo to continue it, lmao.

I hope to finish up some other WIPS in the coming weeks, so please enjoy this story for now!

(PSA: Respect your fellow aces please and thank you.)

Prompt: What is your type?

My type? Whadda mean, My type? Like- blood type or somethin'? Why...exactly do you need to know that? Do you work for those weirdo Maelstrom scientists? Look, man, I don't even think I have a blood type- do you guys forget that I am not human or some shit? I thought the ears and the light show on my face would be a dead giveaway.

Wait, wait, you mean my type in other people? Wha-what kinda fucking question is that?! Why are ya'll so keen on learnin' about my personal life!? Huh?! First, it was that one guy askin' me about my dick size, and now this! Why are ya'll steady tryin' to get into my pants?!

Look, to be real with you, I ain't got the time to be thinkin' about that kinda stuff. I mean- between being a wanted fuckin' convict, a vengeful Maelstrom Captain hunting me down, and trying to keep up business at Kohren's shop, I don't really get a moment to sit down and ponder what gets my dick up, ya know?

Besides, have you seen the folks that live in The Slums? They...ain't my cup of tea to put it nicely. Trust me, this place is called The Slums for a reason, and the people here are no exception. If you ask me, I don't think having a 'type' exists here. The folks around here just go for whatever gets their rocks off and call it a day. Also, I wouldn't touch most people here with a ten-foot pole; unfortunately, basic hygiene is not the everyday standard.

Level with me here: is this somethin' you humans sit up and talk about in your spare time? Do you guys not believe in keepin' certain things to yourselves? Why would you want people to know that kinda shit about you anyways? That would just invite weirdos trying to be your type, and that sounds like a fucking shit show waiting to happen.

I don't know how to answer this one for ya, and I feel like I will let someone down regardless of how I respond or if I simply choose not to. But whatever! I will come clean. I am a little different than other folks; while you guys sit up and think about this stuff all day, this shit simply doesn't compute in my brain. It's never a pressin' thought for me- dontcha humans have a word for that? It's ace, right? Yeah, romance and intimacy ain't really my thing. I mean yeah, I have wants and needs like most folks do, but they... aren't that important- and I was born with two hands for a reason other than craftin' shit at Kohren's shop.

Now, answer me this, how the fuck do you have a type if you have never been with anyone? How does that shit make sense? How do you actually know what you like before you go out and experience it? Is it an exposure thing? I dunno how you human folk mingle with each other but all of this sounds complicated as fuck.

Ughh...fuck...why is this so hard to fucking answer? If I find people unappealing, you'd think it would be easy to pinpoint what I do find appealing.

Does it count if the type is human? Maybe this would be a hell of a lot easier if we took my birthplace out of the equation. Does that count? You know what? We are making it fucking count.

I guess, to keep it short and simple, I like masculine girls and feminine guys. Wha-what do you mean explain further?! What difference does it make if I explain?! It won't increase anyone's chances with me, even if they fit my descriptions! Aight, aight I'm dragin' this on too long.

I like girls with an unbreakable character- ones that don't take any shit, ya know? Someone with an unpredictable personality, one that keeps you on your toes- one that isn't afraid to test your limits and push your buttons.

If...I could be honest...I find it rather...uhm...attractive when girls are taller and have nice muscles- o-of course, it takes a lot of training a-and a proper diet to achieve a physique like that! D-don't mistake that for anything else!

And guys? I prefer when guys aren't afraid to be in touch with their feminine side. Ones who aren't afraid to be emotionally vulnerable can express themselves however they please. Oh- and he has to be clean; there are no exceptions what-so-fucking-ever. I have heard too many horror stories of male hygiene habits from Earth.

Aight, does that answer your question? Honestly, I don't get paid enough to care whether it does. It doesn't matter if someone fits these descriptions either; these are just superficial preferences, and like my old man tells me: "The heart wants what it wants." Or somethin' like that.

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galacticexevt · 5 months

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Hi guys! I have another short writing piece to share with you all! I am so proud how this one turned out. I enjoyed writing this so much that I decided to make another version in a different POV. I should be able to share that one within the next week or so as I still need to make a few edits and corrections.

Just as a small heads up, this mini story alludes to chapter three of Galactic's lore- which is still a work in progress. There might be a few spoilers or a couple of things that might be a little confusing without context. Hopefully, this should still be an easy read and make sense within the prompt itself. Prompt: Who was/is your OC's first enemy? What was/is that relationship like? Do they still consider that person an enemy? Or have they moved past that? (Galactic regarding Bishop)

Uhm, I think I might have to give that award to Bishop. She and I don't go around holdin' hands, frolicking through flowers and making friendship bracelets. Nah, nah, nah; it's that on-sight, anywhere and everywhere kinda of relationship.

So, lemme back it up a bit; this all started with me fallin' for one of Maelstrom's traps set up by Bishop. Honestly, I should've seen it comin'; it was a pretty...blatant setup thinkin' back on it; be we don't talk about my terrible perception, Kohren still gives me shit for it.

It was just supposed to be a simple shipment heist, nothin' I ain't familiar with. Just grab the goods and bounce back to Kohren's shop. Easy peasy, right? Wrong. When I arrived at the shipment site, the next thing I knew, I was surrounded by at least twelve armed mercs, and a buncha red dots were aimed at my body.

No biggie, I've dealt with Maelstrom's mercenaries before when I pulled off smaller heists, and they usually aren't hell-bent on catching just one person; more like they don't get paid enough to do so. Anyways, they typically aren't hard to take down; most of them don't know how to operate their own weapons- poor fuckers. So, you'd think this fight would go off without a hitch, right? Wrong again!

I don't know if they sent out some new special forces or some shit, but these guys were armed to the teeth. They had weaponry that I had never seen before- and should know what kinda weapons they have! I steal them all the time! And don't get me started on their armor. My funky-fun-gun was no match for it. Not even halfway into the ambush, the power cells in my gun ran out, and Kohren hates it when I use my more...volatile methods of fighting, but in my defense, I was being ganged up on by Maelstrom merc's! I had no other choice!

And besides, it was a solo mission; what a perfect excuse to let off some steam without the old man baggerin' me. So ya boy let loose, and oh fuck was it a rush, alright. I finally got to break out the new explosives I have been fucking with, and while they are definitely still in the testing phase, I also didn't bother labeling which is which, so each time one went off, it was like a bit of surprise gift for me and those poor Maelstrom mercs.

I was damn near able to grab the shipment and make my way out until I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck. A dart. A mother-fucking dart. It felt like I got a direct injection of the most potent drugs in the slums; I swear to fucking god, everything was moving in slow motion. I tried to kick on my hover shoes, but it felt like there were weights tied to me, and I couldn't get them to kick start. In a damn near shroom-induced state, I threw one last grenade I had in my jacket pocket...and...the last thing I remember hearing was a blood-curdling scream. And the last thing I felt was another dart in my side.

I had no fucking clue how long I had been out, but when I woke up, it felt like I got resurrected from the dead; I had cold sweats in places I never knew could sweat. And I was greeted with the most angry-lookin' women I've ever seen in my whole 200 years of existence. She was coated with blood and nasty gashes; judging by the singed Maelstrom uniform, she must've been one of the lucky motherfuckers who survived the fight...and definitely wasn't happy to see my face, but she was more than happy to take her aggression out on it.

She...she straight up tortured me- for what felt like fuckin' hours. That woman packs a severe punch- I swear I didn't have a snoring problem until her fist had VIP access to my nose. She damn near beat me 'till I turned purple; shit was brutal. But it didn't stop there; she had some of her science nerds whip up some kinda injection, and whatever it was...fucked my body up. It felt like I was burning from the inside out, I was coughing up blood, and my mouth was fucking foaming...just...awful...fucking awful...

Kohren managed to track down my current location, usin' one of his funky lil' drones, knocked out the building's primary power source, and blew up an exit for me. Despite being beaten to a pulp, I managed to get my lick back on her. I wasn't about to leave the scene, not having the last laugh.

Despite being drugged to hell and back, I managed to knock her out to make my escape. She was already pretty banged up from the earlier fight, and her murderous adrenaline rush ran out.

I reckon the takeaway from all of this is that we both struck a deep nerve within each other. I took the lives of some of Bishop's colleagues...she is within her right to want me dead. And the fucking torture she put me through...I wish the same upon her, too, I suppose...

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galacticexevt · 6 months

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Hi guys! I am back with another writing prompt for you all! This one was given to a dear friend of mine. If you are reading this, please know this is your idea and I am just executing it. >:3

I had WAY too much fun with this prompt, I definitely want to write more things that are on the crude side, its a good way to say things that are on your mind...but you make your persona say them instead! The prompt/ask for this one is: "Are you slangin' it?" This writing prompt is N//S/F//W and meant for an adult audience only.

TW: Mention of human genitalia, potty humor, dick jokes, swearing.

When you reach the end of this short story, please know that I (the writer) will not confirm or deny anything. I will let you conjure your own answer. ;)

The fact that I had to search for the meaning of this phrase just shows that I have a long way to go until I fully grasp the beauty that is the Earth's way of language. Or ya'll are just a buncha weirdos with nothin' better to do other than comin' up with these ridiculous phrases. And you are no better askin' the damn question.

Ugh, anyway, you are askin' the wrong guy for that question. You must be a newbie 'cause you wouldn't be askin' me that if you 'knew.' Might wanna strap yourself in for this one 'cause it's going to ruin whatever fucked up parasocial fantasy you've cooked up in your noggin'.

I'm a trans guy, so there's nothing to really...' slang' if you catch my drift. Wait, well, fuck, alright, you got me thinkin' about it now. 'Cause what the fuck would be considered 'Slangin' it' for trans guys?

Wha..? N-no! I don't know any other trans guys around here, and even if I did, we wouldn't be talkin' about dick sizes; that's insane to imagine.

Oh, please don't tell me that's what cis guys on Earth talk about in their spare time? It what? The topic comes up during a... frat house meeting? What the fuck is a frat hou- you know what, never mind, I don't wanna know.

And you mean to tell me that trans guys on Earth do the exact same thing? Hah! Okay, you're just fuckin' with me at this point; there's no fuckin' way tha- They what? Oh, they keep tabs on its size as a method of trackin' their transition progress? I guess that doesn't sound...too far-fetched.

Aight, aight, but that doesn't answer my question at all. What is considered a big dick in the trans-masc sphere? What?! You opened the conversation, and now you got me curious! It's what now? About the size of my thumb? I am concerned about why you know that, but Imma let it slide for now. Aight, I guess that settles that.

What do you mean by your question? Do you still need the answer to that?! Why the fuck are you assuming that I have checked?! I am a busy man; I ain't got time for measuring my dick...

Of course...of course, you would bring fucking measuring tape...fine! Whatever! Give me a moment, damn.

Galactic begrudgingly took the measuring tape and left the room for a questionable amount of time; when he returned, the freckles on his face were bright gold, almost blinding. Frustrated and embarrassed, he tossed back the measuring tape and covered his face with his hands. The light still managed to peek through his fingers.

Although he was motioned to answer the question, he was beyond flustered to give a verbal answer. He meekly held up a simple thumbs up.

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galacticexevt · 6 months

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Hello! I am terribly sorry for my absence on this account- and in general with Vtubing activities. I got busy with a few IRL things, and then in the middle of that I got promoted to President of my Uni's creative writing club!! While I am very happy with my new position (honestly a little shocked too cause HNNGGG leadership!!!!) I have been a little swamped with club duties, but thankfully it is NANOWRIMO and I have some time to write for myself for once! I have been working on some more character development stuff and found this prompt that I really liked and decided to give it a go! The prompt for this one is: Write a short note from one OC to another.

Hey, old man! You're probably wonderin' where I am. I know ya told me to take my ass to bed and to stop obsessing over that drop ship you specifically told me to stay the fuck away from...well, I did the exact opposite! Obviously, you wouldn't be readin' this if I was home. Anyway! I know you are probably hella pissed off right now, and that nerve on the side of ya head is doin' that weird pulsing thing- but hear me out!

I did some more investigating on the contents of the shipment by hacking into Maelstrom's trading route servers and get this! This shipment has the power cells we have been after for nearly half a sun cycle! If we get our hands on a few of these, we can take them back to the shop, and yours truly can break down how they work, and we can start manufacturing our own! We could start mass-producing these- hell, we can even make them more powerful! Think about it! We could make bank off of these babies and give the shop a much-needed facelift- but I get a 75% cut since I'm the one doing the science.

I haven't even gotten to the best part yet! Strap yourself in!!

With these specific power cells, the energy inside them is strong enough to power Maelstrom equipment and vehicles for nearly three weeks! These could be the key to gettin' your old craft back into the stars again!! You can take me to those other planets you talked about! And I can finally hit up Earth! We can get away from this washed-up Colony and start living our lives!!

Uhm-anyways...by the time you finish readin' this will be around the same time I realize I am outnumbered, and my only resort is to use these explosives I grabbed on my way out. Sooooo, if you don't want me to use untested, highly volatile explosives around the district, you should tag along and help a brotha' out.

You know where to find me! See you soon, old man~!

-Galactic

"Fuck...I taught that kid too much...here we go. Again..."

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galacticexevt · 8 months

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"What do you mean you don't have a license?"

"It never came up."

"Never came up? You've been piloting our spacecrafts for years!"

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galacticexevt · 8 months

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dialogue prompt #54

A: “Try to see things from my point of view.”

B: “I’m trying, but I can’t get my head that far up my ass.”

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galacticexevt · 1 year

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writing is amazing because you can have so many ideas that each have so much potential. but then there is also the writing

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Writing is so stupid because you're like it's just putting down words I know words this will be so simple and then it's the most difficult thing you've ever done

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An interview with Galactic #2

What’s up space cadets! I have more writing for you all. It is some more trans stuff since I am having more fun than I thought I would writing about it. This has turned out to be a great outlet for me, and I cannot wait to keep this kind of thing up. It is really fun to sit and think how Galactic would answer a question and how I (the creator) would answer as well. Being able to mix them up and create some funny scribbles. Once again I talk about some implied NSFW themes, so do be aware of that! One of these questions was asked by my dear friend Wyrm <3 Thank you for the inspo stinky!!

What is the weirdest thing that gives you dysphoria?/Gender Envy

(Question from Wyrm)

"When clothing just...doesn't seem to fit correctly. Most places don't cater to smaller people-not that I am short or anything! But a small shirt fits me like a large one, and they don't make pants in my size for men. Finding clothes takes me so long that I get frustrated and give up. I look like I am constantly wearing baggy clothes, I know I can shop in the kid's section, and it'll be cheaper, but it...hurts my pride a little bit..."

"My...hands. Everyone keeps telling me they are cute and dainty...It's not that I don't think they are nice compliments; I just wish I would get... gender-affirming compliments every once and a while..."

"Men with lovely voices. I'm attracted to them but also jealous as fuck! I've been on testosterone for so long, and I haven't had the big drop yet...I am starting to wonder if I will ever get the big drop too. Since I got access to Earth's internet, I have been bombarded with men with the silkiest voices in the universe...I might have K0H recheck my T levels and see if it's safe to up my dosage..."

"This one might be really out there...I don't know how to explain it- but fuck it let's try anyway. I...don't think...I have appeal...like..the sexy kind. Fuck!! Okay, so I am obviously...lacking in a particular area...and that's where most of the sex appeal comes from. At least according to what humans say. I feel like I am at a disadvantage from that alone.

I've seen some human males will post an image of them half-naked or just showing off their hands, and people go fucking batshit crazy...I understand most of the time, those comments are unwarranted and typically explicit...but it makes me wonder if I have any qualities that folks would go crazy over. I don't want a flock of unknown people screaming that they wanna fuck me...I guess I just want to know if I even appeal to folks, is all...if that makes any fucking sense...." What gives you gender euphoria?

"Oh, this is an easy one! Tight fighting clothes, without a single fucking doubt. Since I got top surgery, I've become more comfortable in tighter shirts. Most of my shirts are cropped or smaller than my usual size. My typical shirt that you see me wear is actually my favorite!! It hugs my body in the best damn way possible and brings out some of my favorite features!! It makes my shoulders look broader and my pecs- if I can really count them as pecs, to be honest- stand out more."

"I get the most positive vibes from my chest and torso area. Testosterone did an amazing fucking job with the fat redistribution magic. I used to have an intense hourglass figure- you best fucking believe hoodies were my best friend; they always came in clutch- anyway, uhm yeah!! It squared out my figure and gave me a little bit of muscle, too; some of the fat moved into places that are typical in cis men. The redistribution gave me a damn good V-line, too; it's like the cherry on top!"

"I, uhm...saved this one for last since it's rather embarrassing to talk about...even though it's probably one of the most significant changes trans masc's look forward to, it's still...a touchy topic- well, touchy is probably the worst word to use right now- ah fuck it! So, testosterone can make certain body parts...bigger. And...one of them...happens to be...below the belt...a-anyway!! Like I said before, other trans masc's go through this...it's nothing new. We talk about our cocks just as much as a cis guy would. There's just a tiny difference in lingo, I reckon...no..pun intended. I'm not gonna lie; I came across a certain piece of info from a trans forum that made me rather....proud? I don't know if proud is the best word to use here...but it seems to be agreed upon that...being around the size of your thumb...is considered big...I'll...let you guys connect the dots from here; you humans aren't that inept."

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galacticexevt · 1 year

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An Interview With Galactic

Hi everyone! I’m back with some more writing! This one is a little different, I was doing a little bit of character studies trying to flush out Galactic’s character out a bit more. I was also going through a bit of a dysphoric spell when writing this, so it is very trans focused and probably even a tad vent-y? This particular piece of writing is a mixture of fiction and personal elements. Galactic is a self-insert in a way, and with this I am able to have a creative outlet for some of the things I struggle with. Anyway! Enough of me Rambling, I hope you enjoy!

How does Galactic feel about being trans?

"I honestly don't think about it too much anymore. It has been a while since I started treatment and all that mess...being trans really isn't a thing here in the slums, so there's no luck talking to anyone here about it-well at least at the time. Around here, you don't get what you want by getting it nicely or wishin' for it, it's fought for, and some folks risk their lives for it. I began to wonder if it was worth risking my life for. If it was worth something to chase...obviously, those thoughts didn't last that long! I hit up a few Mercenary science labs around my district, and oddly enough, most of the intel they had regarding my situation came from a planet called 'Earth.' The Humans have researched treatments to hell and back, and the results are fucking incredible. In the beginning, I would go to these labs once a month and stock up on supplies I needed. It was a little daunting at first- one doesn't willingly jab themselves with a needle every week. Eventually, I figured out how to create synthetic testosterone back at my base and made my own injector, so I don't have to do it myself anymore."

Do you struggle with dysphoria?

"There are times when the dysphoria gets a little rough; since there are not many other folks around here like me, it's hard to find people to confide in. Then again...sometimes I wonder if I have a right to complain about the things that make me dysphoric. I mean, I have been doing this shit for nearly four years now...I have achieved just about all the milestones others dream of getting-Like shit; I got the big chop early this year...So, what reason do I have to complain about...?"

How do you feel about your voice?

"I still struggle with my voice sometimes... It doesn't sound masculine in the slightest...and sometimes, I wish I could just get rid of my ability to speak. I get so squeaky when I get happy or excited...I sound so...shrill...It's such a quick reaction that I cannot catch myself and correct it. As much as the deep, gravely e-boy voice is overdone...I am still somewhat envious of them..."

How do you feel about your body type?

"And don't get me started on my height and size...I'm puny compared to everyone else around me- and there's only so much platforms can do for ya. It feels like people constantly look down on me or think I am weak and fragile. The word cute. I go back and forth if I like it or not as a compliment. Like yeah, I am happy I get called cute, I guess? But am I just cute? Am I just a tiny, cutesy guy? Is that all I am?"

Ever get penis envy?

"This goes without saying, but...I'm not asking for the fattest cock in the universe, but christ, would things be a hell of a lot easier if I had a penis. Do you know how much work it is? And how tired your hands get? It's like having to pay a toll fee just to cum. Cis guys can just whip it out and be done with it..."

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galacticexevt · 1 year

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I Wonder if - Submitted by @whoaffle

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galacticexevt · 1 year

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Local Space Twink Needs Sound Proofing +18

Hello, everyone! I have a short piece of writing I did with my dear friend. We got together and wrote a small interaction between our characters. Although this story isn't fully lewd, it does contain suggestive themes. If things like that make you uncomfortable, please scroll on.

"Wyrm, can I ask ya something?"

"Mmm...I mean, technically, you already did, but I'll let it slide- what's on your mind?"

"I have been meaning to ask about these," Galactic said as he pointed upwards to Wyrm's floppy ears.

"What about them?" "Did you want to touch them?" Wyrm suggested.

"....You wouldn't find it weird if I was a little bit curious?"

"Not at all! I figured you would ask me at some point; go ahead, cop a feel."

"Okay, don't phrase it like that; it'll actually make it weird."

Galactic leaned over and gently rubbed Wyrm's ears. They were softer than he had imagined. Trying not to get lost in the comforting velvet texture, he spoke up again.

"So you can hear with these really well or something?"

"Oh yeah, baby, they're real. I can hear everything. I even know exactly what you did last night, you perv- you aren't that quiet-"

Galactic immediately froze in place. As much as he wanted to avoid eye contact right now, Wyrm's gaze peered right into Galactic's soul. He knew something Galactic didn't, and the mere thought sent him on edge.

"Wait- what do you mean?"

It shouldn't be possible, but Wyrm's smile widened even further. It kinda looked like it hurt a bit.

"I can demonstrate exactly what I heard. I've made practicing moaning part of my morning routine."

The look on Galactic's face went from shock to full-on dread. Galactic had been caught in his tracks, and the embarrassment took over him in full force. His freckles started to glow brighter than he had ever encountered; the pink hue was just about blinding.

"OKAY, OKAY!! THIS CONVERSATION IS OVER!!!"

Wyrm waved him off, "It won't be if I have to keep hearing it!!"

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galacticexevt · 1 year

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Galactic Lore Chapter One: The Hahlean War

Hello everyone! It took some time but I am so excited to finally share the first chapter of Galactic’s lore! This chapter is primarily world building, and setting things up for Galactic’s backstory. I am still writing the latter parts of the story, updates will be sporadic for a little while. Nonetheless, I hope you all enjoy!

An unknown alien race named the Zar'Voi, with unfathomable warfare and technology, determined with their plan to conquer all the weaker planets of the universe to expand their legion for millennia to come. Their armies were brutal, cut-throat, and merciless. They truly believed the only way towards progress was to leave a path of havoc and bloodied bodies. An all too familiar, breadcrumb trail of misery and despair. The Zar'Voi were on the constant hunt for their next score; each leap into a wormhole was another chance to pillage another planet, strengthen armies, grow their population, and expand their overflowing galleria of warfare knowledge. They had an insatiable hunger for bloodshed and onslaught, not a single soul could fathom. Almost as if they needed it to function, their only driving force.

During a typical cruise of the never-ending galaxies, the alien warriors came across a valuable colony of three planets; the smaller two named Valora and Ariane, and the largest planet called Vhaniza. Otherwise known as Colony G-614. It didn't take a genius to realize this colony was rich in natural resources. The planet's different sizes were perfect for expanding the warriors' ship fleets. Raw and rare materials tucked under the terrain would be enough for weapon production for light years to come. The warriors saw this discovery as a sign, their call to action if you will. Their golden opportunity finally came to fruition. With a swift call, the warriors carried out unjust acts of slavery, war, and onslaught for nearly forty generations.

(Vah-lor-ah) (Eye-rain) (Van-eye-zah)

Colony G-614 belonged to the citizens known as the Hahlea. Notable most for their high intelligence and outstanding innovative qualities. Whatever they could think of- no matter how complicated the task, they could fabricate it out of thin air. Each Hahlean possessed a pair of blessed and creative hands known throughout the universe. As well as being crafty architects and engineers, they knew their way around a needle and thread. Clothes were made of the finest materials- not a single Hahlean would go about their day under-dressed. Each article of clothing was specially hand-sewn and catered to one's desires. Colony G-614 had a plethora of creative hands to ensure there was more than enough room for expression.

(Hah-lei)

Their beauty and charm had no limit. The ethereal gaze from a Hahlean was enough to make the strongest-willed weak in the knees; not a single soul would turn down the temptation. Be as that may, it wasn't the glamorous clothing nor the talents they possessed that made others fawn over them. It was the fact that the Hahlean's were authentically themselves. A nation whose people love what they do and are not afraid to show it off proudly. Whether it be building, painting, singing, story-telling, or fashion style. As perfect as an outsider may view them, Hahlean's take pride in their flaws and display them for all to see. In Hahlean culture, one's flaws, quirks, or imperfections were the secret to their prosperity. They viewed it as the highest and most precious form of art.

Their architectural craftsmanship knew no limits. It did not take the tinkering Hahlean's long from them to create an exuberant capital on Vhaniza and continued to make booming cities on Valora and Ariane. Hahlean tech was thousands of years ahead of other nations in the universe. A colony rich with raw materials, each towering sky-scraper was built beyond code requirements, and homes were built with love as the main ingredient.

It was such a bountiful nation, a loving nation, a peaceful nation.

A perfect colony

That is just what the Zar'Voi were looking for.

Creators, not fighters

One's that were easy to control.

One's that break under pressure.

One's that don't fight back.

The perfect fit.

The Warriors did not hold back; it wasn't in their nature. They demolished and flattened any building that caught their eye. Homes ingrained with precious memories were burned and blown down to rubble. The beautiful flora and fauna caught up in flames that engulfed all the wooded areas. The sky-scrapers were knocked down nearly half of their original size, while the crumbled remains crushed those fleeing down below.

The first objection was to target all the weaklings of colony G-614 and gather the more substantial and capable citizens. Hahlean's were taken out of their homes and rounded up like cattle; guttural, pleading screams strained the voices of many. Innocent lives were taken away in an instant. The once bustling and cheerful streets were now littered with broken and battered bodies; trying to ID the remains out of the rubble and visceral mess would be a waste of time.

Children separated from their families were left alone in the chaos of an active war zone and could be heard desperately crying for their mama and papa. The Warriors seized the land as their own, including the Hahlean's natural talent to create and build; they are now forced to use their gift to develop weapons beyond their comprehension.

During the first wave of attacks, the Zar'Voi wiped out the capital. Any art, awards, or sculptures displayed stood no chance. All forms of culture were lost to the downpour of explosives and hellfire. Although the warriors were frivolous with their attacks on Vhaniza, they kept the remaining smaller planets, Valora and Ariane, as intact as they could. Their next mode of operations began when the Hahlean's spent most of their time.

The Project labs resided on planet Valora and were the most polished and supplied labs in the universe. Each workstation was stocked with the finest and rarest raw materials extracted from down below. Even the machinery was created by the Hahlean's and unique to their colony alone. This place, once brimming with advanced tech and creative ideas, is now in the palms of the most bloodthirsty beings in the universe.

The Zar'Voi crammed all captured male Hahlea into the Project labs and made it their new home. Day cycle in and night cycle out, the Hahlean's were forced to do the most grueling work and carry out near-impossible demands. As the Zar'Voi continued their mission in other galaxies, they needed constant repairs to ships, their weapons fixed, and ammo replenished. With hardly any food supplied to them, their thin and brittle bodies could not keep up with supply demands, and they would pass out from exhaustion. Some looked forward to that moment, the end of their torment. A free ticket out of the hellish prison that enveloped them. Unforantatly, the Zar'Voi didn't give them that luxury. All the citizens in the project labs were kept under a close eye; if they were deemed unfit for the work or could not keep up with the production were simply disposed of. Underneath the Project labs, the warriors created a labyrinth of catacombs and prisons. In these catacombs, those who didn't meet their work quotas were subjected to horrendous torture and eventually slaughtered.

Boiling...

Flaying...

Disembowelment...

Waterboarding...

Gibbieting...

Blood and entrails painted the floors and walls of the catacombs, and the smell of rotting and burning corpses was too much to stomach. Imprisoned Hahlea wallowed in their waste and humiliation, painfully waiting for the moment they were tortured or executed.

The Hahlea women and young girls were taken away from their partners and fathers. They were kept from the project labs and brought to reside on planet Ariane. This one kept its natural beauty and charm compared to the other seized planets. Homes weren't demolished, the greenery wasn't set ablaze, and there was no active gunfire. However, behind this decoy was a more revolting sight.

The women and young girls of the Hahlea population were sold off at auctions. Tentatively graded on their looks, age, and fertility, soon to be paired with their new Zar'Vio husband. The woman who proved to be the most fertile would get paired with the best alien Warrior in hopes they would conceive offspring with strong physical capabilities, high intelligence, and building skills. Once a son is born and comes of age, they are sent away to train and study. If a daughter is born, they are sadly thrown back into to dreadful system as their mothers. Due to this, the Hahlea mothers would never get to spend too much time with their children; most of their time was devoted to their new lovers. Anything a person could fathom, it was demanded that they do. From backbreaking cleaning, ensuring their lovers were well fed, and keeping their uniforms patched up and cleaned. Behind a happy husband was a bed that never grew cold. The Zar'Voi wanted to expand their army and lineage to continue for millennia to come. A heritage that would conquer every populated planet in the universe.

The enslaved Hahlea citizen's lost everything; every trait they held dear was taken and exploited. The Zar'Voi made the Hahlea feel as if there was no other escape from their suffering was death itself, and even then, it wasn't by their own want or will. Weapons with the traditional Hahlean touch were used to strike fear and take down others. Their craftsmanship was once used by all in the universe; their beloved talent for creation was tainted. Hahlean tech and knowledge were now a calling card for slaughter. The beauty that once was Colony G-614 was reduced to rubble and ash. Morale was non-existent here; there was no hope for freedom or an end. Everything birthed here died, and anyone who dared to get close to the orbit of G-614 would soon meet their end.

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