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So I was kinda thinking about this. Based on how first contact between the Arxur and the Federation went, assuming the details said by Coth were true or close enough to it, then the Arxur were contacted during their 4th World War, they signed a treaty to end that war and the Federation began supplying them with medical supplies, cures to diseases and (presumably) their own fleet of ships.
After that, Coth stated an overpopulation crisis began on Wriss due to medical advances causing lower mortality and that’s what lead to the Federation dropping the cure and cattle plague etc.

Now, even for a speedy breeding species, overpopulation takes years at least, if not decades. That means before the cure and plague, the Arxur would have technically been a member of the Federation or at least in the uplift category and thus, at least in theory, given similar provisions as other species.

So… does that mean Arxur attended Federation meetings? Did they get a seat at the Federation’s summit on Aafa? The Yotul got a seat, vote and voice (I’ll be it a heavily muted one) and they were still being uplifted. If yes then, that Arxur diplomat must have gotten so much shit from the other species, more than the Yotul or Noah ever would have gotten, considering the Arxur scare the feds more than we do. Did the Federation attempt to set up their institutions on Wriss? Were there Arxur exterminators?

Idk, it seems like a strange situation for them to be in, the kind of awkward out of place species among the Federation, at least until they did the curing shit to them. I feel like it should be explored more.

Thanks to r/SpacePaladin15 for making NoP

This fanfiction may or may not be an alternate timeline. It asks, what if the Arxur discovered humanity very soon after our presumed “extinction” and conducted similar abduction experiments on humans as the Farsul did? Prepare for 90s culture, Halloween party abductions, raids on small-town America, and rebellious humans!

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Memory transcription subject: Tyran, Arxur Defector turned Earth Refugee

Date [standardized human time]: September 14, 2001

My scales ached on the cold metal chair, making me shiver. Ever since the humans put me in here, I had to get used to all the things they wanted me to do and the environment they had created. This place was similar yet different from the ships I was shuffled around on in the Dominion. The lights were so bright for weeks until they learned to turn them down. I had to spend hours of the day teaching them language lessons to help them understand Arxur. While I could understand them, they couldn’t understand anything I said.

They had fed me mostly meat, though in the beginning, they had fed me some plants, but I simply ignored them. Thankfully, after only a few days, they had stopped giving me plants. Since then, there have been endless questions about everything, along with medical checkups and being poked and prodded every step of the way. I didn’t finally start seeing their faces, mostly until around three weeks after I was captured.

Seeing humans daily took some getting used to. I had never seen humans outside of some smuggled pictures and songs, and the day that we went on the raid. Getting used to their mannerisms, and especially their facial expressions, was a whole battle in itself. Without tails to aid in communication, it was hard to tell what they were feeling or thinking. They did it all through subtle facial and hand movements.

However, having a full belly for the first time in my life was worth everything. However, another thing I had to get used to was talking to people, or at least trying to. Even with the limited language barrier, having to talk to people every day was… uncomfortable. I felt like I had to always look over my shoulder in case the conversation went on too long and someone would notice, only to remember that long conversations were the norm here.

It was strange to finally lean into the part of me I had to suppress for years. It felt… wrong, almost. I had been getting more used to it; however, I couldn’t shake that uncomfortable sort of feeling deep within me as I spoke to the humans who would ask me questions about space, my kind, why I was here, and what had happened at the town we attacked. I felt guilty for the humans we attacked that night. It was wrong. They were clearly our more social equals. Chief Hunter Tyris was such a fool. His Sivkit-brained actions were going to end badly for the Arxur.

The door to my cell rang once again, letting me know that someone was coming in, probably to give me my daily lessons in speaking. I looked up from my chair, only to see someone whom I didn’t expect. It was a human male dressed in one of their suits, the one they wore when they first captured me. What was strange about this human was that they had some kind of sticks under their arms to help them walk. It looked like the human’s legs had been broken.

I looked at him with some confusion, swishing my tail instinctively in a “who are you?” gesture. The human looked at my tail before looking back somewhat sternly. “My name is Harper. I’m not a scientist if you're wondering.” He said with a stern tone.

Wait, did he just understand my tail language? How? Do humans now have a way to translate tail language?

Harper sat down on the chair across from me, the metal scraping across the ground with a noise that always annoyed me. He looked at me with a look of pure loathing, something no one else had given me since the days on the Cattle ship. Looking at his face, I could see what appeared to be fresh scarring. This person had certainly been in a fight recently or attacked by something.​

Wait, was a human that managed to survive our attack on his town? That would explain the scars and the… stare. But why would they have him dress up in this suit for protection? They should know that we aren’t dangerous. At least I wasn’t.

I looked at him with a somewhat Venlilish look, doing my best not to completely crumble under his glare. “So… I have been given a little deal for a bit. They want me to talk to you because I'm one of the few who can. So… What’s your story?” He said.

This was… strange. I had already told my story for the most part, at least to the rest of the humans here. Did he not know my story? “Ummm… okay… I was on a ship. Arxur ship.” I started speaking in the little I knew of the Terran language. He put up his hand to stop me.​

“Just speak with your normal language. I can fully understand you.” He said.

​I was shocked. “What? How? Did you humans finally crack our language?”

​“No. I had something implanted in my head that makes it so I can hear you.”

​“You… have a translator implant? How did you get that?”

​“Your people gave it to me… when I was taken.”

​My jaw might as well hit the floor. Was… was he… cattle? Human cattle? How?! How did the humans manage to get the captured humans we took?! Were there more raids after ours? Did they manage to shoot the ship down? I shifted my head, using body language to tell him to turn his head to the side. He looked at me suspiciously before turning slightly. Under his chin and on the side of his neck, there it was. The cattle brand. “Y-you… you’re cattle,” I said.

​He glared at me harshly when I said that, his hand forming into a fist. “Sorry. I… didn’t mean.” I tried to apologize, but he just put up his hand.

​“Just… start talking. How did… any of this shitshow come to be?” He said.

​I shifted in my seat as I started from where I left off. “Well… I guess I’ll start when I first learned about you. It was around [six months] ago. I was a navigation officer on Cattle Ship 9AAC, the ship you were probably taken on. I had retired to my quarters to rest and on my holopad… well… I should probably back up. I’m what the Dominion considers… defective.” I said. Harper looked at me strangely. “What does that mean?” He asked.

​“It means that I don’t think the same… currently, Arxur are solitary people. We’re supposed to be isolationist, not really interacting with other Arxur unless we have to, and for as short a time as possible. I’m… not like that. I enjoy being around others and… feel things when they do things I do or don’t like. I had to do everything I could to hide that side of me… the Dominion will kill Arxur like me. We hide through encrypted channels and share information with each other, the best we can. However, the Dominion is persistent. Many of us simply try to act cruelly to stay alive.”

​The human looked at me with a sort of stern but strangely sympathetic look in his eyes, like he was torn between wanting to hug me and break my jaw in half.

“The other species within the Federation claim it’s always been like this. Based on what I have seen and heard, I’m inclined to believe them.”

​“What exactly have you learned? From them?”

​“Well… I know this war between you two has been going on for roughly 100 years. Could be wrong about that. The Federation claims that they contacted you, and when they tried to give you their technology, you launched a war of genocide against them. Blowing up worlds and wiping out over 40 species or something like that. Subjecting God knows how many innocent people to the worst conditions you could think of. Our worst leaders have committed horrific things to people, and yet you somehow managed to stoop lower. And now, you monsters have dragged us into your galactic war of genocide as well.”

​He spoke with fire, anger, and burning passion, like he was one step away from breaking my jaw in half and shoving it down my throat. I had never spoken to the cattle we captured, and hearing it from one of them was… shameful. It made me hate being an Arxur more than I already did. Even if I wanted a better life and didn’t wish this had happened, I still participated in it. It was I who chose the world to raid, which world got to live or die, or in Earth’s case, which settlement. Even though I was forced into doing it, or I would be killed, I still did it.

​“I’m… I…” I tried to say, but simply sighed. “I’m sorry. I know it’s no consultation, but it’s all I have.”

​“You’re sorry. You’re sorry?!” He said, furry in his eyes.

​“I couldn’t do anything to stop them! I’m just a technician! If I had done anything other than blend in, they would have sent me out of the nearest airlock without a second thought, and that’s if they were feeling merciful. They’ll disembowel you in most cases. Trust me. I know. I’ve seen them do it. The Dominion broadcasts it on TV regularly.”    

​“What is fuck wrong with your society?! Has your society always been this cruel?”

​“I can assure you it was not like this for the vast majority of our history. We had a long history prior to contact with the Federation. Our planet was divided into hundreds of smaller states, not too different from your planet, from what I can see.”

​“Don’t you dare put my planet’s name in your fuckin mouth. We are nowhere near what you are!” He spat.

​“S-sorry… I meant before all of this… Ummm… The Dominion has only provided some bits and pieces about this period. We’re taught that this era was full of weakness and societal waste, though I don’t believe that was the case, or at least not to the extent they claim. A lot of the information I have comes from smuggled information, passed around in underground circles. Old music, photos, documents, newspapers, and old internet websites. Anything we could find that hadn’t been destroyed by the Dominion.”

​“By we, you mean… Is there another Arxur like you?”

​“Yes. Other defectives. Other Arxur who are social but hide it.”

​“Okay. So, again, what the fuck happened?”

​“Well… around 250 years ago, our world was around the same technological standing as your world is today. We suffered under the fourth world war between the main global power blocks; the Molvin Charter and the Northern Bloc. Lots of other nations also existed, but we know almost nothing about them. What is taught is that the Northern Bloc was an alliance of several nations that tried to invade former territories lost during the Third World War.”

“The Dominion doesn’t go into much detail about the Bloc at that time, but we know that during the war, the leader of the scientific core, Laznel, promoted an ideology known as “Betterment”, which taught that certain bloodlines could promote health, intelligence, and strength, which he said would save on resources propping up people with lesser genetics. His theory became very popular among certain Bloc leaders.”

​“We don’t really know how Laznel came to power, but we assume he launched a coup against the leadership. The remaining nations were horrified by the Betterment ideology, which they considered immoral. The Charter used this to rally significant support for their campaign against the Bloc”

​“Sounds familiar.” The human said. “You… know this story?” I asked. “No, but we had figures similar to this… Bloc you speak of. A very similar-sounding war ended on our planet around 60 years ago, but go on.” He said. This confirmed what I had known for a while. These humans were like us, in more ways than just diet. They had figures similar to Laznel in their past.

​Are humans a version of the Arxur where the Molvin Charter won the war? I often wonder what our world would be like had they won? Would we have responded to the Federation differently, or was the rise of the Dominion inevitable once the Federation arrived​

I set those thoughts aside as I continued to recount what I knew about Arxur's history.

“The Bloc fought hard for several years, using their Betterment ideology on their soldiers. The Molvin Charter had mobilized most nations against the Bloc. As with most things from back then, the details are hazy, but we know the Bloc launched and Molvin Charter launched nuclear strikes on each other, killing millions….and that’s when the Federation arrived.”

“The Federation promised peace, prosperity, and unity. Most people were enthusiastic about joining, especially after the years of war we were suffering through. However, the Federation wished for the war to end immediately. The Charter reluctantly signed a peace treaty with the Bloc, freezing the battle lines where they had been drawn. They provided us with a limited number of ships for the leaders of the respective nations to meet with the Federation of Wriss. Both the Charter and the Bloc sent their best diplomats.”

“While what the Federation said to the leaders is unknown, what is known is that both the Molvin Chater and Bloc signed on to join the Federation. Federation technology began to flood into Arxur society; holopads, upgraded internet, improved infrastructure, higher agriculture yields, and most importantly, medicine to cure illnesses like cancer and infectious disease.”

“The Federation never interacted with our population directly. They always wanted to meet off-world or away from our planet. They seemed…scared of us, despite us being as welcoming as we could. They spoke about us in less than pleasant language, to put it mildly, calling us diseased, and they wouldn’t stop calling us predators. However, the improved technology and medicine were enough to push that aside for the most part.”

“Sounds like the Federation was helping you. So how the fuck did you go from holding hands with the Federation to turning their sons and daughters into literal cattle?” He spat back.

“The Dominion claims that was what led to our downfall. From records we have pieced together, they seem to have been partly right, though their solution was horrific.”

“That’s putting it extremely mildly, but go on.”

“As diseases were cured and things improved, people began to live longer than they did in previous eras. The population increased greatly. However, the Federation’s agriculture prioritized food crops that we can’t eat, since we’re obligate carnivores. We did our best to feed them to our cattle, but soon we were clearing so much land to feed the growing population that it was becoming unsustainable. We didn’t have a fleet at this point either, so we couldn’t colonize other planets to make more room for our cattle.​

“When you say cattle, you mean livestock. Actual livestock. Not people?”

“Yes! Yes. We had only animal cattle, not sapiens. While famine was still mostly relegated to poorer regions, it was spreading fast, especially as food prices began to outstrip wages. Our leaders sent request after request to the Federation for help with our food shortages, as our ecosystem was being pushed to its breaking point. The Federation soon arrived with a solution, something they said would cure us of our hunger.​

The human seemed increasingly intrigued by what I was saying. He leaned forward a bit more to listen more closely.

The Federation cattle he was with probably didn’t tell him the whole story based on his reaction. I wonder if they even told him the story of how we met at all, since it seemed all of this was news to him.

“Hundreds of thousands of volunteers arrived from both the Molvin Charter and the Bloc to get the medicine, and vials were given to our cattle. People at the time expected the medicine to slow starvation and increase their cattle yields. However, the volunteers soon began to get sick. When they tried to eat any of the meat rations, they would die of suffocation. Those who choose not to eat after seeing the fate of their peers either died of starvation or from shock when they couldn’t resist the hunger pangs any longer.”

“The Federation then had the nerve to congratulate us on 'overcoming our bloodlust and hunger.” They tried to turn us into herbivores. They tried to genetically alter us, and it killed hundreds of thousands in the worst deaths. The worst is what happened to our cattle. All the cattle that got the medicine, which was pretty much all of them, died of similar causes. It began in the Molvin Charter and spread across Wriss, wiping out their cattle within weeks. The disease showed no sign of stopping, and soon the Northwest Bloc’s cattle were dead as well.”

The human looked at me with a sense of disguised bewilderment. It seemed that whatever fantasy the rest of the cattle had told him had just been challenged. I decided to continue onward with what I knew. “So… after that, the Northwest Bloc’s ideology began to spread like never before. They had capitalized on the starvation of the volunteers to weaken Molvin Chatter’s optimism on the Federation, with the cattle plague being the last straw. The Northwest Bloc reorganized itself into the Arxur Dominion and began absorbing or bullying other nations into joining.”

“And what about the Molvin Charter? What happened to them?”

“The last records from the Molvin Chater ended a few years after the pandemic, so we assume it was either absorbed or conquered. We don’t really know. The Dominion has been careful to scrub many details from that era. What we do know is that soon after uniting with Wriss, the Dominion broke ties with the Federation. They nationalized the fleet they were given by the Federation and cut off the Federation from our world.”

“Now, from what I can tell from sources outside the Dominion, the Federation didn’t challenge this move or attempt to get their fleet back, which still perplexes me. However, what we know is the Dominion went on a campaign lasting years of eliminating people who were defective.”

“People like you?”

“Yes. They murder countless of us. We don’t know how many of our people used to be like me, but I know there were more than there are today. They also destroyed many parts of our culture that were considered counter to the Dominion or prey, as they called it.”

“What happened after that?”

“They took the fleet given to them by the Federation and built it up before launching the war for survival.”

“That’s what you call all the horrible shit that you do?! Survival?!

“I don’t like it, however, we don’t have another choice-”

The human’s fist curled up before slamming down on the table with a force I didn’t know they were capable of doing. It made me flinch slightly to see them so angry.

“SHUT UP! Don’t… just don’t… give me any more excuses for any of your society before I break your jaw in half. Don’t test me. I’ve done it.” He said, trying to calm himself down. “Tell me… how did you… end up… here? Why weren’t you on the ship? Did they kick you out or something?”

“No… well… I escaped and ran away. It ties back to when I first heard about you. Chief Hunter Tyris was considered a member of a loyal bloodline and was the son of the previous hunter. However, he was very prideful and, unlike his father, didn’t take advice from anyone. I’m still not entirely convinced he didn’t intentionally kill the Chief Hunter, but that’s just my opinion.”

“I had gotten some materials from your world on my holopad, mostly music and videos, and had heard the abduction experiments had ended in failure-”

“Wait… wait… backup. What experiments?”

“Well… we discovered your species a few years ago. I think it was five or three years ago? I don’t know the details, but I know we abducted some people from your planet and fed them the standard Dominion diet. They died within a few months. I heard it described as they literally started falling apart, like their body just couldn’t hold itself together anymore.”

The human looked stone-faced at me for a bit. “Yeah… I think I know what you're talking about. The same thing happened to us.”

I looked at him, somewhat shocked. That didn’t make much sense in my mind. If they were cattle, they would have been fed cattle feed, which is a fully prey diet, and yet they still suffered the same problem. Was it because they were in space or something?

“The problem is our diet was varied enough. I don’t know the details, but if we don’t have a mix of both, we get sick and die.” The human explained. I felt like I wanted to slam my snout against the table. I had a feeling it was what we were feeding them that was the problem, but by the Prophet, that makes so much more sense. They need to eat both. I honestly thought our science division was so much better than that.

“I knew I was right. You are predators.”

“You knew? Then why did your government classify us otherwise?”

“Because the Chief Hunter is a complete fucking idiot. He’s all muscle and no brain, commanding everyone to terror and making himself look good to the Prophet. He was the last person to take on a project like this.”

“Well, Imma tell you something right now. Even if you did somehow smooth everything over with those poor people you kidnapped… there’s no way in heaven we would have accepted any sort of offering or alliance or anything like that. You fucking eat people for heaven’s sake. No one on this planet would accept your offers. No one.”

My heart sank a bit when he said that. I knew it was a bit of a long shot in getting into the humans’ good graces, even if we hadn’t attacked them unprovoked, but our raid against them had sealed the deal. I simply hoped that an avenue for us defectives to have some kind of safe haven among them, even if we are discriminated against or hated… at least my people would finally have a full belly without having to kill sapient cattle.

“Okay… so you.. Did all that to those people and then what?”

“So… We had just finished a raid on a Gojid colony and were heading back towards Wriss to drop off the load. We still had some room to spare, though, and Tyris decided to attack your planet. I didn’t want any part of it. I did my best to try to minimize the damage he wanted to inflict.”

“Minimize?! How?!”

“Well… he had wanted to attack one of your largest cities. It had over eight million humans or something like that. He wanted to bomb the city and go street by street, capturing as many humans as possible. I managed to talk them out of destroying the city by saying we didn’t have the space for all those humans. So Tyris forced me to choose another settlement. I didn’t have much time to choose, and there were hundreds of options. So… I just narrowed the selection to what we could carry and just… choose.”

The human sat in silence again, but this time he didn’t look like he wanted to kill me, at least I think. He let out a loud breath before looking back at me. “Okay… you talked Tyris out of destroying New York City and instead chose my home?” He asked.

“New York City? Is that what that city is called?”

“Yes. It’s the biggest city in America… So… you talked him out of that, now what?” he asked.

“After that, I took a break and listened to one of the songs from your planet. It was a song about someone who was trapped, I think by someone else, but I’m not really sure. I really liked the song. It’s much more… emotional than anything produced in the Dominion. Despite all of that, I felt… different. It hit something… deep in me that I didn’t know was there.”

“When the day of the raid came, and we had landed, I fled the ship. I wasn’t going to put up with this anymore and needed a way out. I didn’t care if it landed me here. I just had to get out. I ran as fast as I could away from all the attacks and violence, though I did have to run through a house to get out. I saw Commander Kowslil… eating a human in the house before he tried attacking me, but a human child managed to knock him unconscious with some metal thing.”

“Hm… Glad someone got some kind of divine justice. Still, I would like to do far worse to them. Anyway, go on.”

“After all of that, I walked the roads of the countryside till your star rose on the horizon. I came across another town. I wanted to avoid getting spotted, but I couldn't resist your amenities. I went into a store and ate as much meat as I could from the fridge. It was then your government captured me and sent me here to this place.”

“What was your plan? How would you be able to survive on this planet? You’re not a human, and you can’t speak our language. Even if you did, we wouldn’t know what to do with you. Not to mention, your people just bombed and ate us. At best, we would find you incredibly creepy and scary, and at worst, our mortal enemy.”

“I… I didn’t really have a plan. I just couldn’t stand being in the Dominion for one more day. I saw a chance to escape and find a better life. Did you know that time in the store was the first time I had ever felt full in my entire life? I have had the pains of hunger since I was born, and for the first time ever, they were gone. I didn’t

even know what not being hungry felt like.”

“Even with all the lights, questions, and not knowing where I am or if I will ever be accepted or even tolerated, just having enough food to keep me full… I could think clearly for the first time ever. I no longer had to think about when my next meal would come and was free to think about things I had never really considered before.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“I never actually thought about how much I miss my parents. They died when I was young, not long after I was able to care for myself. I had felt lots of sadness at the time; however, I was forced to bury it completely and pretend like I didn’t care. At the time, I felt sad because they were my main source of rations, and I would have to take up work in the army or farming, neither of which provided much food. I was worried about my survival, but my father had always pushed me to be strong.”

“They didn’t pay much attention to me, unless it was my father telling me to be a proper predator or teaching me how to hunt in the forest. I hadn’t thought much about them, and I assume they hadn’t thought of me much. However, I am starting to feel different here. It’s like an aching feeling that goes far beyond just missing someone. I don’t know how to describe it. I just… miss them… more than I have before.”

The human simply sighed. “I don’t know what to make of you or your people. You people switch from wanting to be our friend to being cannibals. Now, that story you told about the Federation seems completely far-fetched. From what I have heard about the Federation, they seem a bit crazy, but they don’t seem malicious. Frankly, I wouldn’t trust really anything you people say.”

My blood began to boil at that. I know that my fellow Arxur hadn’t treated the humans well at all, but he was being completely unreasonable. The Federation is no one’s friend. They are the reason why we are this way. Why I can’t even get a bite to eat without killing prey, and why I wasn’t allowed to feel anything for people I liked or even loved, dying or getting hurt. I didn’t care if he didn’t like me or hated me, but no one should like the Federation. Ever.

“What you were told about them is wrong. They are monsters. In every sense of the word.”

“Wrong! That is you! You literally eat people! No other species has done that.”

“The Federation is not your friend! They hate you! Did your fellow cattle tell you what they spent decades trying to do to you?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“So they didn’t tell you. For decades after they found you, they were planning on exterminating you and turning your planet into a desolate rock. We intercepted their broadcast, which they made a few years ago, talking about canceling their plans to exterminate you. The vote to genocide your species passed unanimously, with not a single species voting no. The Federation's thinking that you blew yourselves up a few years ago is the only reason that you’re alive right now. They had their extermination ships ready for launch by the end of the year before your “extinction” was announced. How do you think we knew about you?”

“That’s… just… like I’m gonna believe that.”

“Ask them then. Ask them about their plans.”

“You can’t tell me what to do! What I say to my friends is none of your business!”

“Look, I’m not asking you to like me or any Arxur in that manner, but I need you to understand. The Federation is not your friend. As much as I wish we could be your friends or at least just allies, and I know now that won’t be happening, but please… for your own survival, do not contact the Federation. Even if they don’t kill you, they’ll turn you into monsters…”

The human just stared at me for a bit before getting up. He paused, like he wanted to say something, but simply said nothing. He stood from the chair, checked a valve on his suit, and then left. He turned towards the door, ready to leave, before pausing again and turning around. “Thanks for the chat,” he said before walking out of the room.

The sounds of the lights above returned to my ears as I sat back in the chair. My first true conversation with a human, and it was with one of the humans that the Chief Hunter made into cattle. We really couldn’t have screwed this up worse. I just hope that they make exceptions for people like me so that we finally have somewhere to escape from the Dominion.

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Introduction:

The Federation is highly active in the galaxy—warping ships, battling the Arxur, and colonizing planets—so I wondered: why hadn’t humanity or any other civilization detected it before their arrival? With Venlil Prime being just 16.2 light-years from Earth, it seems surprising that nothing was seen before humanity sent its first FTL ship.
While we do not know whether aliens actually exist and the Nature of Predators is just a fictional story, it is interesting to me that the methods used by real scientists to find alien life are similar. My main question is, could present-day humanity detect the Federation with our current technology?

Speed of Light and Visible Horizons:
The speed of light is finite, which impacts what pre-uplift civilizations like Earth can observe. While the Federation uses FTL technology, Earth would be limited by the speed of light and thus unable to observe many Federation events, especially if they're more than 200 light-years away. For anything beyond 1000 light-years, observing the Federation becomes impossible. So, even though the Federation spans about 3000 light-years, we could only observe around 2000, assuming we knew which regions were under Federation control.    
This limitation extends to radio communication as well. We would not be able to hear anything from the Federation, since it communicates via FTL networks rather than via technologies that depend on the speed of light, such as radio waves. Adding to this, the Federation’s passionate dislike of anything “primitive” means they would avoid emitting detectable radio signals. Likely, the Federation forces newly uplifted planets to adopt their FTL communication, replacing radio, assuming the species ever developed radio technology before contact. This switch effectively creates a radio bubble that cuts off after first contact. Furthermore, because most radio signals decay into noise after a few light-years, detecting them from even Venlil Prime would be almost impossible, especially considering the cutoff for their radio bubble, assuming the Venlil had one, is now 600-700 light-years away. 

Megastructures and Astroengineering:
Despite inhabiting such a huge area of space, the Federation doesn’t really babble on megaprojects like Dyson Spheres or Swarms, Solar Engines, Star lifting, altering planetary orbits, or anything like that with the vast resources they possess. Therefore, searching for the Federation's megastructures is not going to work either. The main forms of astroengineering that the Federation seems to have are asteroid mining, manufacturing on off-colony worlds, and the colonization of habitable worlds.
Both asteroid mining and space manufacturing would be basically invisible to Earth’s eyes. Venlil Prime’s military fleet (based on u/LevelCandy1283's estimates of battle sizes) appears to be between 500 and 1000 ships at any given time, suggesting its manufacturing capabilities are quite limited. However, even if the Venlil had a military on par with the Gojids or Krakotl, actually detecting shipyards, manufacturing, mining, fleets, or anything like that from 16 light-years away with current telescope technology would be almost impossible. They would just be too small. Even if the complex reaches the size of a city, we can’t even resolve planets from distances of more than a few light-years, even with perfect conditions, let alone over 16 light-years.
One possible way to detect the Federation is through its colonies. Before chosen habitable planets are colonized, they are first bombarded with antimatter bombs to clear the wilderness of predators. If these detonations were large enough, they could be detected from Earth. However, in practice, this would be very hard to pull off. For one, Earth would need to be monitoring the planet continuously, and the detection of the bombs wouldn’t come from seeing any of them actually detonating, but rather from seeing dust or particulates from the explosion in the planet’s atmosphere. The problem with this, however, is that it could very easily be written off as a volcanic eruption or an asteroid impact rather than as evidence of astroengineering.

Direct Planetary Observations:
Observing Venlil Prime itself for evidence of the Federation would likely yield no results. This is because the Federation appears to have reached a carbon-neutral level of civilization, or at least employs terraforming technology to prevent runaway climate change or ozone depletion. While it is possible that these problems exist but are not mentioned in the story, the text suggests they have been solved. However, this does not mean Federation worlds are environmentally healthy; rather, they are likely to lack many detectable atmospheric signatures. Thus, Earth might observe Venlil Prime’s atmosphere as unusually stable, but even this would be difficult to attribute to alien civilization, as natural explanations could account for such conditions.

Space Battles and Arxur Extinction Events:
What about space battles? Battles often involve thousands of ships throwing plasma and kinetic energy into space. Surely that would be visible from Earth? Well… no. Even if the battle spans hundreds of millions of square kilometers, space is still huge. The solar system alone spans over 2 light-years. Even if you exclude the Oort Cloud, it’s over 150 billion km across. You wouldn’t be able to see a battle on Venlil Prime from Earth. However, one thing you might be able to see is the Arxur destroying a planet.
It is well known that the Arxur bomb planets with antimatter till they are irradiated wastelands, or at least until they are uninhabitable. Such a task would require at least 10^24 joules of energy. Such an extinction-level event would be visible from far away. It would differ from astrophysical phenomena, since the energy would be distributed across the planet rather than concentrated at a single impact point, and the resulting infrared emissions, global dust, and atmospheric destruction would be visible to telescopes like the James Webb Space Telescope.
The main issue, however, is frequency and the speed of light. Any event further than 200-300 light-years away would not show the Federation war. For example, the destruction of the Thafki homeworld, estimated to be around 400 light-years from Earth and occurring around 1846, wouldn’t be visible to Earth until the 24th century at least, and that’s if we are actively looking at the planet when the light arrives. However, even in our limited 200-300 light-year-wide bubble, the chances of actually having a homeworld glassed in that region during our observations are very low. The region we’re seeing is only about 0.24-0.8% of the Federation’s sphere of influence. Tarva mentioned around 62 total extinction events, spread over 300 years. Going by that, that means the chances of witnessing a planetary extinction event today are around 10%. So, observations today likely won’t see anything. However, by 2136, the chances are around 50/50, so it’s likely that at least one of these extinction events was within our viewable bounds.
However, there’s a decent chance we probably missed viewing such an event. We would only really know that was the case if we were looking at that specific planet when it happened, or if we saw it before and after and compared and contrasted. If we had observed the world after the battle, we would probably have concluded that it was always like that. However, even in the event we are looking at the planet when the Arxur glasses the world, we probably wouldn’t recognize it as a genocidal attack, but a mass extinction event. A similar event happened on Earth in its distant past. A similar event to an Arxur glassing would be an impact from a 10-30 km wide asteroid. The closest event we could compare this to would be the Vredefort Impact. This impact event occurred 2 billion years ago, with the asteroid measuring 20-25 km across. If such an impact happened today, the resulting extinction event would outclass the Great Dying.
Now, detecting the bombing or glassing of a colony world would be more common than the extinction of an entire species. However, as with space battles, the bombing of colony worlds would be hard to distinguish from natural extinction events. Colony worlds also tend to have a much smaller population than their homeworld counterparts, typically in the tens to hundreds of thousands, with a few million combined across all of them. Such raids and attacks would be more numerous but also smaller in scale due to the lower population. These raids could be detected if humanity were able to monitor all the colonies near Earth around Venlil Prime, but even then, it would be hard not to simply dismiss any claims of alien battles as yet-unknown natural phenomena.

Warp Drives and Gravitational Waves:
The last possible method of detection humanity could employ is the most promising, and it involves gravitational waves, which motivated me to make this whole thing in the first place. A paper detailed how warp drives, used in the Nature of Predators Universe, would produce gravitational waves when the bubble collapsed or when the ship dropped out of warp. Now, the paper was concerned only with warp bubbles moving at speeds less than the speed of light. Based on the original design of the warp drive concept, we can say they should not differ much from the effects described in the paper.
Now, the size of the typical Federation craft is completely unknown. However, we can extrapolate from the sizes of other franchises in the Science Fiction genre, such as Star Wars and Star Trek. Based on some quick research into both universes, most fighter ships are under 100 meters, while bigger ships can reach 500-800 meters (the Enterprise from Star Trek is around 600-700 meters, depending on the series, though the long-range version of the ship is over 2000 meters). From this, it’s safe to assume most ships in the nature of predators universe are unlikely to exceed 1000 meters, unless it’s from the Shadow Caste or something, though they rarely show their face.
The energy required to move a spacetime bubble at around 35040 times the speed of light is huge, even for a smaller bubble like the ones described here. To move a modestly sized ship of around 10^9 kg, it would require around 5*10^29 J worth of energy. That is thousands of times higher than Earth’s entire energy consumption and more energy than the Sun releases in a second by thousands of times. So there’s some science fiction handwaving going on here to put it lightly. However, this is fiction. Perhaps some unknown type of new physics comes about in the next 100 years that makes something like that viable by 2136, who knows?
Now, as a warp drive or a hyper-space drive slows down or collapses, it emits gravitational waves. The frequency of these waves depends on their velocity and their distance from Earth. The gravitational wave frequency depends on the size of the warp bubble. For warp bubbles of around 100 meters, the frequency will be on the order of around three megahertz. For bubbles of around 800 meters, they will be around 375 kilohertz, meaning most gravitational wave frequencies will remain in the 10^5 - 10^6 range.
For the gravitational wave detectors active today, such as LIGO, Virgo, and KAGRA, their frequency range is sensitive to much lower frequencies than stated above, typically between 10 and 5000 Hz. This means Federation warp signatures are, funny enough, way too high for our current technology to detect, by around 100 to 10,000 orders of magnitude.
However, there’s another factor, distance. The distances that we can detect these gravitational waves today are on the order of megaparsecs or more, often in other galaxies. Venlil Prime is 16.2 light-years away, compared. That’s way closer than anything we have found today. Typical gravitational wave sources include merging black holes, which often release 10^46 - 10^47 J of energy, or around 100 quintillion times the energy of a collapsing warp drive. However, they are often hundreds of millions, if not billions, of light-years away. For a collapsing warp bubble at or near Venlil Prime, the frequency will be amplified by around 100 million times.
This means that a warp bubble collapsing with 10^28 J of energy around 16.2 light-years away will yield a signal strain of roughly 10^-22 - 10^-23 Hertz. Converted into Hertz, this would yield a signal strength of 10^5 to 10^6 Hertz, just outside of the range of our gravitational wave detectors' range of 10^2 - 10^4 Hertz. This means that if humanity in the future were to invest in creating gravitational wave detectors that reach into the 10^5 or more range of frequency, we could clearly see the Federation’s influence through their warp drives. However, as it stands now, even an entire fleet arriving at Venlil Prime would go largely unnoticed by us here on Earth. 

Implications:
All of this information has dark implications for the fate of species in the galaxy that were not colonized by the Federation and for what kind of civilizations may be out there right under our noses. Even for a civilization at our level, we very likely would not be able to see the Federation at all, even with our current or likely near-future technology. This means that if the Federation or any other civilization with similar schemes were to be heading towards Earth, we would have no way of knowing… until they arrived…

Thanks to r/SpacePaladin15 for making NoP

This fanfiction may or may not be an alternate timeline. It asks, what if the Arxur discovered humanity very soon after our presumed “extinction” and conducted similar abduction experiments on humans like the Farsul did? Prepare for 90s culture, Halloween party abductions, raids on small-town America, and rebellious humans!

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Memory transcription subject: Mary White, Human Civilian

Date [standardized human time] September 11, 2001

This was almost exactly how I had imagined being in Area 51 would be. The room I was in was almost completely white, with a sterile feel. The room had four bunk beds on either side, each with four people; many of them were local townspeople. I had seen many of them before, but hadn’t really gotten to know them very well. I think I saw Brison’s mother. He had played on the High School Football team, though who knows where he is now. Most likely dead or taken away by the Arxur during one of our stops.

Comforting her was Tom, the guy who worked at the Hardware Store. He was a nice guy who had helped my Dad find various items whenever he needed to fix a pipe or something like that. I don’t remember seeing much of the store since the day we were attacked, but I’m sure it was gone like everything else.

Above me was Jackson, a kid I had shared a class with. He was mostly depressed, having not said a word since we were captured. It’s hard to blame him, though. His parents were missing, and he refused to say what happened to them, but it wasn’t too hard to piece together what had happened.

Paul and Randy were also in the same room as me. They were mostly trying to comfort me through this whole situation. However, I just wanted to see my Dad again. I had no idea why they had separated us. The government people claimed it was for quarantine purposes, but then why did they randomly shove us into these places? Why did they separate me from Dad… again…

Paul was sitting next to me as we were playing cards. Unlike the Arxur, our government actually gave us something to do, even if they show up looking like astronauts in their yellow hazmat suits. I was wondering what they were doing to the hundreds of people from the Federation. I imagine that Solva wasn’t holding up too well, or any of the other friends my Dad and his friends had made. His Krakotl “friend” was probably livid at this whole situation.

Paul was teaching me how to play Poker, using some colored marbles they had given us to place bets. I had never really played before, but I was getting the impression of what I needed to do to win. Playing, though, was quite hard because of my hand. I had heard from some of the government people that I would be getting prosthetic surgery for my hand, at Paul’s and a lot of others' strong insistence.

The door buzzing open sounded in the room. I looked up to see another person in a hazmat suit. However, they had two crutches in their arms to walk around. Looking into the helmet of the suit was Dad!!! I jumped off the bed and ran over to him as fast as I could. Before he could really react, I slammed into him, wrapping my arms around him in a hug. He grunted before almost falling backward, catching himself before falling over.

“Mary! Careful honey! Dad’s leg is still healing.”

“I’m so glad you're okay! I was so worried!”

“I was so worried about you, too, honey. I’m glad you're okay.”

“Harper! You’re okay!” Randy and Paul said as they came over. They also grabbed onto Dad, almost making him fall over, but thankfully, Paul caught him. “Ohhh… guys, come on. I just said my leg was healing!” He said.

“To hell with that! What happened?! Why aren’t you with us?”

“I was told by Thomas that some of my friends called me the leader of the group, even though I really don’t think so. So they put me in a separate room. It’s all the same stuff, though.”

“What have they been doing to you? We’ve had all sorts of stuff done with us?” I said.

Dad looks more worried now. “What sort of things?”

“Mostly medical checkups, blood tests, urine tests, and anything you can think of. It’s like they think we’re some kind of biohazard or something. They have been doing interviews with me in order to tell them how the Arxur medical tech works, since they want to know how fast our injuries were healing.” Randy said.

“Well, it kinda makes sense. We did spend like six months in space, and that tech is beyond ours.” Paul said.

“At least they gave us cards to play with. Paul is teaching me how to play Poker.”

My Dad rolled his eyes at that. “Really, Paul? Poker?”

“What? We played it all the time on our nights out. Figured she could take the opportunity to learn.”

Dad shook his head but didn’t say anything else. “Do you know where Pastor Josh or anyone else is?” Randy asked.

“They claim they’re a few doors down the hallway. The place is apparently an underground nuclear bunker in the Rockies. It was the only place big enough they could find to house us.”

“So we’re not in Area 51?”

“No, Mary, not as far as I can tell, though it feels very similar to what I would imagine Area 51 is like.”

“Is that where our friends are? In Area 51?”

“No. They’re here with us, in this place. They’re having me do interviews with them since they apparently aren’t being very welcoming to the idea of being stuck in this place indefinitely.”

“Gee, I wonder why?” Paul said sarcastically. Paul was right. Being in here as a human sucked. I can’t even begin to imagine what the other species were going through. They must think we lied to them, that they’re now human cattle instead of Arxur cattle. They must hate us now.

“I just hope that our friends don’t hate us and understand that this was out of our control,” Dad said with a sigh. Suddenly, I heard a sound come from his suit, and Dad shook his head. “Alright, well, they are calling me away.” He said. I grabbed onto him the best I could.

“NO! Don’t leave yet! You just got here!”

“I know. I know. Look, in order for me to have this much freedom of mobility, I had to promise to help break the news about everything to the rest of our friends.”

“Why didn’t they ask any of us?! We could do it just fine!” Randy said.

“They wanted it from the 'leader, ' apparently, even though I told them I am not,” Dad said, shaking his head.

“Who are you going to talk to?” Paul asked.

“Someone I am honestly scared to talk to right now. Koslum.”

“Oh… boy… glad you're wearing that suit then,” Paul said.

“Yeah, tell me about it. I’m sure I’m gonna need a new one after visiting him.” Dad said with a sigh. He got another beep on his suit, and behind him came the sound of clacking shoes. Seemed the army wasn’t taking any chances with Dad.

“Shit. I gotta go, okay. I promise I will be back no matter what it takes, okay?”

“Okay. Please?”

“I will, Mary. I will.” Dad said as he turned. The door abruptly closed, but we could still vaguely make out Dad arguing with the personnel as they walked him away. I closed my eyes and prayed, praying to God that they would bring Dad back soon. I needed him to be sure that everything was going to be fine. That our friends would be fine.

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Memory transcription subject: Harper White, Human Civilian

Date [standardized human time]: September 11, 2001

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I grumbled as I moved down the hallway with my crutches. The military thankfully gave me proper crutches rather than the cobble-together pieces of metal that poked into my arms and made them ache. Not that it was Randy’s fault. He was working with cobbled-together materials while surrounded by technology that was more advanced than his, but still. Based on medical stuff that I didn’t really understand, the army told me that my leg would fully heal after around two days or so.

They apparently were also hounding Randy for information about the Arxur tech… like he would know anything about how Arxur technology works. He only got the help cause of that one female medic. I’m sure they were lining him up to do interviews with the Arxur next, or already. I just hoped they kept Mary away from any of those Arxur freaks.

They walked me down the hallways, full of rooms till I made it to an elevator. The soldier who was with me, Thomas Fraser, told me this place was a multi-story military bunker, meant to survive a direct strike from a B83 nuclear bomb. When I asked if I had never heard of it before, he said that was the point. That seemed to cement any chance of getting out to the outside world.

“So… how have the captives been holding up. Do they hate us?”

“You’ll have to ask them. They have been unresponsive at best and actively hostile at worst. We have been trying to calm them down, but we can’t understand what they’re saying.”

“Well… how has Kolsum been doing?”

“The birds have been giving us quite the trouble. We don’t really know what he has been saying, but it’s a lot of yelling, or what we think is yelling and screaming. The rest is unintelligible. Just talk to him and calm him down.”

“I don’t understand why you can’t talk to them. You have the technology on that ship to let you do it.”

“We don’t know how to use that technology. Injecting something into someone’s brain is not exactly a field with many volunteers, especially considering the methods that Arxur used on you. The fact they didn’t manage to poke out your brainstem or sever any other major connections is a miracle.”

“Sure as shit didn’t feel like it at the time,” I said, rubbing the part of my head where they had injected the translator. Although it had healed a while ago, I could still feel some ache when it was touched or poked. The elevator stopped, and we exited onto the floor.

The hallway was full of rooms that contained tons of scared and worried Krakotl. From what I could see, they were in rooms similar to those where Mary, Paul, and Randy were being held. From what I could see, some staff were treating their injuries or any cuts they may have had, and bathing them. Many of the people were either sleeping or in a comatose state.

“It doesn’t seem like they’re freaking out too much,” I said.

“Many of them are traumatized to extreme levels. We haven’t had this many mental health patients in a long time. Many of them have simply shut down entirely or retreated inward. We are planning on getting some professional therapists or psychologists vetted to see what can be done to help, considering how sensitive this matter is and the fact that we can’t really understand them that much beyond yes and no, it’s hard.”

“Putting them in a celled bunker meant for humans with limited movement probably doesn’t help much, considering we were literal cattle less than a week ago.”

“We didn’t know any of this was going to happen. Need I remind you that you chose to land in Central Park in broad daylight? You didn’t exactly give us any heads up about what you were doing.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was only taken prisoner against my will on a literal slaughterhouse ship and had to literally murder our way to freedom. Meanwhile, you had five months to tell people about what happened to Callaway!”

“What did you want us to do, huh?! Get on the nightly news and say ‘By the way, a small town in Nebraska was massacred by aliens that eat people. However, there’s nothing we can really do to stop them since they’re… You know… aliens hundreds of years more advanced than us! So just make sure to lock your doors and have a gun ready for when they come knocking again.’ There would be mass panic at best and martial law at worst!”  

“Well, based on what you’ve told me, you already have that!”

“Exactly! We’re doing this so our whole country doesn’t implode! So that other countries don’t sanction us or declare war! So that we can figure out what is going on!”

“Again, you could have started doing this five months ago! You had witnesses, and you shut them up! You could have prepared our military for another attack or something! You could have warned other countries, or just our allies, if you really wanted to be petty. However, as far as I can tell, you did nothing! Or not nearly enough!”

“We have been doing plenty. Interviewing the captives, gathering their weapons and equipment, and interviewing the people that night on what they saw. We had to reopen cases we thought were done deals. However, without a ship and limited communication at best with the other non-humans we had, doing anything was difficult. And without answers, we can’t inform the public about what we’re dealing with.”

With that, we had landed on the idea that Kolsum was being held. Inside, I could see four other Krakotl that were huddled around Kolsum. He seemed to be giving some kind of speech to the four of them, huddled around, perched on the bunk beds, which looked kinda strange but also fitting given their bird nature.

“That is why we are here now. To get that information. So we can protect not only this nation, but every other nation that could be attacked next. If we don’t figure this out, we won’t get anywhere. Please, don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”

I sighed and nodded, waiting for the door to the cell to open. The red light above it turned green, emitting a loud beep. All the Krakotl in the room stopped talking and looked up as the door opened. I walked in the best I could as Kolsum looked at me with a look of confusion that quickly turned to recognition. As the door closed behind me, I could see his expression change to rage.

Swallowing hard, I tried to keep myself calm as much as I could. “Hey Kolsum… look-”

“GET HIM!!!” He screeched. Before I could even react, the Krakotl around me swarmed me and began to attack. I desperately tried to block them before falling backward, my slightly uneven footing from my leg with the crutches causing me to crash to the ground. I yell out in pain as I fell on my leg, which throbbed.

I could feel their talons trying to tear at the plastic suit I wore, the sounds of ripped plastic trying to stab me through it. I tried my best to stand up, ignoring the throbbing pain in my leg. I tried to grab and pull the birds off of me. “KOLSUM!!! STOP IT!!! IT’S ME YOU BIRD BRAIN!!!” I yelled.

“I WON’T BE ANYONE’S CATTLE ANYMORE!!! NOT ARXUR, NOT HUMAN!!!” He yelled, with the other Krakol yelling similar stuff. They had torn through my suit, and I could start to feel their claws scratching me. I used my arms to swat them away, pushing the Krakotl away the best I could while trying not to hurt them anymore.

“KOLSUM STOP! IT’S ME, HARPER!!!”

“Your government thinks that sending YOU is going to make me calm down?! They’re dead wrong! I don’t wanna calm down! I want to go HOME!!!” He yelled. It was clear he was acting just as I thought he might, but man, was I not ready for it. I threw off his other Krakotl as best I could, my suit torn in several places. “STOP! I don't want to hurt you! Please! You have to listen to me!” I yelled.

“And why should I?! Last time I did, we got captured by your government!”

“What was I supposed to do?! Please just calm down! Take a breath! Please! Before I leave!” I said as I crawled my way over to him. Kolsum flinched back, but he didn’t strike me. His eyes were filling with tears. He clearly was scared, confused, and wanted answers. The inability to communicate with the unfamiliar staff here must have made all of it so much worse.

“Just… breathe… Please. I know this sucks. Trust me. I don’t wanna be here any more than you do. Everyone else here feels the same way.”

“I… I just want to go home! I don’t want to be catte anymore!”

“You’re not cattle. You’re not. I promise you’re not. You never will be again. I will be sure that what we went through never happens again, you hear me? Never.”

He didn’t say anything to me, just looking at me, but his toughness slowly started to crumble away as I got closer.

“H-how… how can I trust them? I-I… I’ve been trying for so long… I… All of us… just want to get out of here.”

I looked around the room. The other Krakotl surrounding me all flicked their tails in response, which I figured meant they agreed with him. “We just want to go home. We hoped that his experience as an Exterminator would help us get out.” One of the Krakotl, a female, said. I sighed.

“As much as you want to get out, attacking the people that come in here probably isn’t the best idea since they have guns.”

“So did the Arxur! And you kicked their predator asses!”

“Yeah, but… assume you DO manage to do that. Where are you gonna go? I doubt the nearest town is gonna take you in.”

“He’s right. There’s nowhere we can go. These primitives don’t even have FTL travel. They can’t even get us home if they wanted to.” Kolsum said.

Primitives? Ouch! I’ll let it go for now since you're stressed, but still… ouch.

“However, we DO want to get you home.” I countered, turning back to Kolsum. “I am going to make damn sure they do get you home. I promise. You trust me. Right?” I said. Kolsum looked up at me, tears starting to escape his eyes and rolling down his feathered cheeks. “You don’t have to talk to anyone unless it’s me if you want. The people here say they want to help us, okay. They’re just scared and confused like you are.”

“How… how do you know? How can you… trust them?”

I sighed. “I don’t know. I never did much before now. I still really don’t. However, they are the only ones who can realistically help. You can count on me, however, to fight to make sure they keep their word. I already have my foot in the door and will get such a task done. I’m not gonna leave you behind.” I said.

I saw that Koslum wasn’t backing away anymore from me, so I gently reached over to put my hand on his shoulder. He flinched slightly but then leaned into the grip.

“You promise?” He asked.

“On my life. You have my word, I will keep fighting to protect you.” I said. He looked up at me before catching me by complete surprise and flying directly into my arms. I expected him to start attacking me, but he was hugging me. I could hear him start crying, seeing my suit start to become wet with his tears. I gently held him and let him simply release his emotions in one suit, gently petting his feathers.

“I was worried about you, you know. I was scared of what they may have been doing to you. I’m just glad you're safe.” I said. Kolsum looked up and wiped his face with his wing. “Sorry, I told them to attack you.” He said. I smiled. “It’s okay, just please don’t do that again. Those claws of yours are quite sharp.” I said with a slight laugh.

How the Federation ever considered these people prey and us predators was crazy, considering how sharp their talons are compared to our fingernails. They’re closer to hawks than hummingbirds or something like that. Talons for picking fruit, my ass, those things are made to cut flesh.

After several minutes of petting and talking, I was able to get Kolsum to agree to talk to me about his experiences and help the army. However, I made sure he wouldn’t tell them anything he didn’t want them to know about the ship or our experiences. As much as I didn’t like the government, it pained me to think they were the only ones who could realistically help in this situation. I would have to trust their judgment and hope they were telling the truth.

Once I was done, I left the room, but not without being given a new suit by people in suits, even though, again, it wasn’t really necessary, cause we have no diseases. Glad I was able to calm Kolsum down, since they were apparently about to jump in and pull me out of the room when the Krakotl ripped my suit open. They also sent me down to the medical bay to get those scratches patched up and to make sure they hadn’t infected me.

Thank you, Kolsum, for extending my quarantine by a few days. Appreciate it.

However, my next task after a few days of rest and talking to a few of my other peers, like Solva and Slovak, was to talk to the one group I never wanted to see again, the Arxur…

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Sorry for the delay on this one. Had a lot of college stuff come up, and moving out of the house is coming up.