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TF141 Bleated: You know, it’s kind of funny to think that an empire which lasted practically a thousand years fell so quickly at the hands of my species—brought down by a fucking big wide cyberattack on the species of the extermination fleet and, obviously, the revelation of the archives in talsk. but hey, how are you Skalgans treating your EX overlords on your planet like the Kolshians and Farsul? i heard that a good part of them still wasn't expelled from your planet. Just a question.

(Obs : This takes place in my fanfic When Sinners Meet the Devil, a series of multiple one-shots set after the fall of the Federation—specifically, after the Federation was defeated by the The Fire Rises HOI4 Humanity. Here. this a part 2 of the another here. here the skalgans hate the feds with the rage of hell)

This is a "what-if" scenario where the humanity from The Fire Rises HOI4 exists in the canonical universe, and what would happen.

Memory Transcription: Kalsim, Member of the UN penal squad and former commander of the former federation.

Date [Standardized Human Time]: Unknown month, day, and week of 2156

Location: Nishtal

How many years have passed since our defeat and my humiliation? 20 ? Perhaps... I cannot complain or question why humans are doing this to us; my kind and I deserve it. Hundreds of years spent fanatically serving the Federation to protect the Herd—only for it all to amount to nothing in the end, and for the founders to abandon us to die.

We were the Federation's vanguard; we possessed one of its largest navies, fought the Arxur with unmatched bravery, and protected the Herd with everything we had.

Or so we thought—or rather, so *I* thought. In the end, we were nothing more than puppets of the Founders—cannon fodder to be discarded after use. They never cared about us; they simply exploited our predatory biology to do their dirty work.

They concealed our predatory nature from us, using their "cure" to strip away our ability to eat meat and other things.

While they were living a quiet, peaceful life in the Core Worlds, we were suffering from constant Arxur raids on our planets and colonies. Meanwhile, they kept preventing other species from militarizing—claiming it would drive them away from "the Herd" and harm everyone—when in reality, it was simply because the Kolshians' damned shadow state didn't want to lose control over the Federation or the various species.

The most absurd part is that the war against the Arxur turned out to be a fabrication of theirs. Ginzel was a Kolshian puppet; billions died for nothing—all just to prop up a state in decline.

Since the Federation's inception, all its constituent species and planets existed in a state of constant collapse; the only thing keeping them afloat was the relentless extraction of resources and the colonization of new worlds. The Founders' home planet, for instance, turned into a vast wasteland due to constant wildfires, the slaughter of predators, and industrial pollution. Their cities were forced to erect massive domes to shield the population from solar radiation and extreme pollution. Outside the cities, the water was contaminated and the sun scorched the land through a damaged atmosphere. After a millennium of this fanaticism, the population began to suffer from ailments caused by a lack of biological diversity and inbreeding—to the point where many required wheelchairs, while the wealthiest used floating chairs.

A parasitism I helped perpetuate; my fanaticism blinded me to the truth, and because of that, my species paid the price for my actions.

It came as no surprise to me that the Yulpas and Denzig were gradually taking our place. With each passing year, those two imbecilic species of religious fanatics began to supplant the Krakotl and the Gojid. At every turn, the Founders granted them more and more benefits—tax cuts, authorization to expand their navies, additional colonies, and so on. The narrative was that, given their dedication to the Herd, they deserved to be rewarded.

But in the end, it simply meant our time as protectors of the Federation was coming to an end, and the Founders had found new slaves to be their pets.

Well, before becoming one of the major commanders of the federation, I was a fanatically exterminator, traveling to every planet and every species to burn the predators and teach the "prey" to be "civilized"—or else "curing" them in the PD facilities. I don't know how many non-sapient predators I killed, or how many members of the herd I shoved into the PDs to be cured or burned. There were so many.I believed the propaganda that was being done, which was that there was no need to have pity on patients with PD. What did I do?I am a murderer, a monster of the worst kind. So many innocent people have died because of me............

And now I am a penal soldier for the humans and their SC. Ever since I was captured following the failed extermination attempt with the fleet , they’ve implanted control chips in our heads so that each of us obeys any order without thinking. Everyone who was part of the extermination fleet became a penal or forced soldier because of those chips in our heads.

That bitch Jones—that *Pact of Steel* maniac—took pleasure in torturing us and using us as cannon fodder for that and for every suicide mission we went on. We’re expendable. They’re doing the exact same thing to us that the founders did. I don’t judge it, though; they asked for peace, and we gave them war.

During the extermination attempt, they contacted us several times, telling us to leave or face the consequences. They gave us plenty of chances to walk away, but I refused every time—even that AI, Loji, tried to convince me to get out while I could.

Every time I go to sleep, I think about that day—about how things might have been different if I had accepted their peace offer instead of refusing it and choosing extermination. My planet wouldn't have turned into a dead zone.

Every time I approached the solar system, there was nothing—no traps, no ships or aircraft, simply nothing. Many assumed it was because humans had only just developed FTL technology that year and therefore lacked the ships to fight us. I believed that.

I was so wrong.

When we arrived in their solar system, we faced what I can only describe as a massive wall of railguns and ships firing everything they had at our fleet.

Even though a large part of the fleet was destroyed, we managed to break through—but the real trouble was just beginning. All fleet communications were jammed, and ships were exploding and firing on one another. The humans had hacked us and were toying with us. Then, that human—the one who had tried to talk us out of this back at Aafa ,Meier—appeared and said they had used a cyberattack to detonate the nuclear and antimatter power plants of every species in the fleet. And that it was my fault. I was left speechless, and suddenly, my ship went dark, and the screen I was using to speak to him exploded in my face, leaving me unconscious.

I don't remember anything after that. I woke up weeks later and discovered my true nature and that Aafa had been Glassified.

And now I’m on Nishtal, my home planet—turned into an SC FOB/protectorate. I don’t know why Jones sent me here; it’s been twenty years since the war. Maybe she just really wants to torture me, forcing me to face the sins I committed.

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Warning: This Chapter is heavier and darker than normal. Be careful

Memory Transcription: Jack Norm, Atomwaffen Division Satanist

Date [Standardized Human Time]: Between September and October Of 2136

Location: Earth / Unknown

Part of the Data is corrupted, with a lot of Glitches and random images appearing

When our ascension succeeded, we achieved unimaginable feats. We purged the infidels, the weak, the degenerates. We showed the world our terror, what we are capable of, what the faith of our Lord Lucifer, the Lord of Darkness, the immortal one who gave us the strength to do what we did, and our lords, the governors of the sins of Hell, could accomplish.

With his strength, we conquered all of Florida. We carried out the most precious acts of cruelty, sacrifices, burnings, and killings. Our glorious sins destroyed the weak, the hypocrites, and everyone who stood in our way. The Florida Army fell like a pack of rats; the Warlocks, a biker gang that thought they knew what addiction truly was, were exterminated by us.

And the most glorious of all: the UN. They thought that, with the hope of the innocent, they could stop us. They believed that not committing sins would be enough to hold us back, that saving the innocent would stop us. They were so wrong. The globalist plague suffered every second in Florida. Every soldier who captured one of us was turned into a sacrifice for Hell.

But even with all of that, it was not enough. We needed more. We needed more conquests, more blood, more bodies!

We had a mission, a crusade for Hell—not only to destroy the infidels and the weak, no...

The only path to total victory was the destruction of mortals and the rebirth of the human race in the image of Hell.

After the victory in Florida, we began our crusade against the Southern Federal Command, an ally of Biden's UOA. Even with so many casualties on our side, we managed to seize territory, and the most precious prize of all:

Nuclear bombs capable of purifying the Earth for us.

Why would you perform a sacrifice by yourself when a bomb is capable of doing it for millions?

Obviously, the bombs required launch codes, something we did not have. But we did possess nuclear knowledge—that much we could use.

After removing the cores from five bombs, we began improvising new bombs using the material we had in our hands. We mounted them onto cruise missiles that we captured from several naval bases in Florida, thus creating the supreme weapon of American purification.

But because of our arrogance, we were attacked by surprise by the Confederates, a remnant of a past that no longer exists. They attacked us, conquering many of our territories and those of the Southern Federal Command. Even so, we resisted. Even knowing that we would lose, we continued fighting, buying time to launch our purifying weapons.

And so close to complete defeat, we launched them. One struck the capital, Washington, D.C.; another hit Little Rock, the Confederate capital; and the other three fell in random locations across Confederate and SFC territory.

We believed we had won the war for the South, but we had not. The Confederates survived and completely destroyed us. Scattered, hunted, weakened—we survived all of it.

Even after one hundred years, we survived!

With our cells spread across the world, they will come to know our wrath.

And now, with space becoming a possibility and these new species around us, the possibilities are endless.

This war will bring many opportunities for us. And these cyborg factions who believe strength comes from metal—they are very wrong. The brutal nature of humanity will burn them.

This is only the beginning.

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So this text here is inspired by the comment of u/Null10110 on what was done in the most recent chapter of my fanfic that inspired me to write this. Side story 2

So the fed protogens are partially influenced by the cybernetic implants to make these decisions. But not in the way you're probably thinking, as if it were brainwashing or memory manipulation.

The chips that the Ex-feds have are emotional support implants to calm them down and make them happy and at peace with life.

The reason for this is that when the original Protogens defeated the Federation, all the species within it had many emotional, psychological, and physical scars caused by the wars of the Arxurs and the Shadow State of the Kolshians.

Even with the help of the Protogens, they still suffered from PTSD from everything that occurred in that dark era.

So, because of this, the Protogens began implanting chips that reduced stress and aided in decision-making, making them more comfortable and happy. Basically, an attempt at therapy with technology.

A great example is the Arxurs themselves, who became great pacifists because of all the war and damage they caused, to the point that they deny any kind of conflict, even though they know it was manipulation by the Feds themselves. They hate themselves for having done all of that.

And not to mention that most of the people who lived during the Federation era are still alive and have memories of the past and how it all happened.

Trauma is a very powerful thing.

However, obviously, the former Fed members are influenced in a certain way to like and promote the Protogen, but not as if it were brainwashing.

The original Protos punished the Kolshians and Farsul in an extreme way because of this.

The Protos' ideology is one of technological and social advancement to make each species reach its maximum potential, which is why they act in this way of constantly promoting the Protos;

it's because they want the best for each species. Unlike the Federation, the Protos care about their culture and well-being, even if in a somewhat forced way with the implants.

Their system of government is one of authoritarian direct democracy.

Basically, the leader has total power, but the population votes on any project; there are no representatives or senators. It's a direct democracy.