For Whom the Glyndi Tolls; Ficnapping 2 electric boogaloo Part 1

This is the first part of my Ficnapping Non-cannon chapter of “For whom the Glyndi Tolls” Originally made by u/Spacer_Neko4969

Other Ficnapped fics include!!!

Radio Free Orion - Ficnapping!

Innocence Ch.13- Fly Me To Nishtal (Ficnapping II)

And more to be added later!

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Memory Transcription Subject: Tarva, Governor of Venlil Republic

Date [Standardized Human Time] July 29th, 2115

Today may be the most important day in the history of the galaxy. Several species have decided to come together and make a stand against oppression. While I wish the Deuteran Shield would have agreed to at least hear us out, I couldn't help but understand their point of view.

I shoved every ounce of fear and anger I felt down. Deep deep down. The being responsible for my family’s death sat across from me in the tight confines of this military shuttle.

Former Chief Hunter Isif of the Arxur Dominion and now leader of the Arxur Rebellion. Burner of worlds, Savior of the Cradle. Two titles that have no reason to be held by the same individual.

I shoved my emotions away as Isif was the sole reason that my own people and so many other innocent peoples were not currently in the grasp of the oppressive paws of the federation.

The ride had been painfully quiet as Isif quickly tired of speaking. All I grasped was his own hatred for what he had been forced to be. Yet there was a certain amount of gratefulness at no longer having to hide his defective nature and desire to openly speak let alone live in peace with the rest of the galaxy.

The stoic Kam sat to my left staring the large predator down begging him to try something. The nervous wreck to my left was the Zurulian ambassador Sofeh. And our Pilot was former Federation Captain Sovlin who was simply happy to be in the cockpit and not in the same room as the Arxur leader.

As Isif simply sat there staring at a wall slowly breathing I cleared my throat desperate for something to distract me. “Ahem. Excuse me co-pilot? I apologize but I forgot your name?”

I saw the timid head of my fellow Venlil peek out from the cockpit “S-Slanek mam.”

Slanek gave a quick glance towards Isif before he returned to his console. If I didn’t know any better the look on his face would have… ah he’s scared of me. That’s… an odd feeling. Not the first time a low ranking member of the military was intimidated by the leader of their home planet but the reality of being next to an Arxur and I was the object to be feared really knocked me off balance.

Sovlin, thankfully. brought me back to reality. “Alright we are coming out of FTL in the Sol system in… 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.”

The view in front of the ship revealed we came out near the large gas giant named Saturn. Supposedly named after an ancient human god by the very extinct race that once called this system home. I couldn’t help but wonder what they would have named my home system.

The nervous Zurulian beside me shakily asked “A-are you s-sure the federation won’t realize our summit is being held here?”

A scoff came from the cockpit. “The station itself is hidden in this gas giant’s rings. Even then why would the federation bother to watch an extinct species?”

We all calmed a bit knowing that we were safe for the moment. Watching an Arxur breathe a sigh of relief was something I never thought I’d love to see. Wait… he’s asleep! With his eyes open!

Slanek addressed us with more confidence in his voice now. “We will be docking soon. Looks like the Paltan Delegation is running a bit late but everyone else is here.”

I hesitantly waved my paws in the air and while his eyes tracked the motion he made no acknowledgment. Just a gentle quiet snore.

I decided to press my luck and mock lunged at the predator and forced myself to not laugh as he jerked and took a defensive stance.

The ragged beast huffed. “That was a VERY poor decision.”

“It woke you up.” I couldn’t wipe the smirk off of my face.

Isif growled “The last time something lunged at me in my sleep I lost half my liver.”

I ignored Kam’s bulging eyes and Sofeh’s surprised face in favor of watching Sovlin and Slanek dock with the Ambassadorial station.

It was a small military station, meaning it had little in the way of amenities that ambassadors and government officials were used to but it could house over a hundred fighter craft as well as comfortably house five thousand souls.

If I asked Kam to point out the station's most notable features, He’d point out the recently retrofitted plasma cannons and (one meter] thick hull. Though I believe the state of the art War Room with a Fissan Quiet Comm system is perhaps far more important. The ability to communicate without Federation eavesdropping with every friendly species was key to organizing our resistance and hopefully push back.

I still wonder how much the Fissans are going to charge for this luxury. The fact it was developed outside of Fed control meant we could trust the tech but if the Fissans received a better deal from the Federation we were all dead.

As we entered the war room I instructed Kam to sit to Isif’s left while I sat to the right of him. He was going to unnerve people irregardless but I was confident that myself and Kam could at least ease some concerns.

I stood up to address the crowd. A number of power players and wild card species sat before me. The Mazics, Sulean and Iftalie were perhaps the most important members to win over today. They have the most stable worlds at the moment and may actually be able to field armies and a respectable Navy soon.

The Zurulians and Yotul are also extremely important. The former for the mastery over medicine and the Yotul, when viewed without Federation racism, were exceptionally brilliant and eager to improve and industrialize and were in all likelihood going to prove themselves our equals at the very least.

The Fissans and Nevoks were both our financial backers as well as key to developing new technologies to catch up to the Kolshian shadow fleet. With any luck our new government wouldn’t be bankrupt after our deals with them.

The Thafki, Talkan and currently absent Paltans were not to be ignored either. The Paltans will be able to provide extremely important bases to keep pressure on the federation if they are willing to let the frontline of the war be so close to their home system while the other two races will hopefully be able to help keep the war’s supply lines up and running.

We also had a number of wild cards in attendance. The Krakotl, Harchen, Tilfish and Gojid Union were all in a state of civil war. But the anti-federation forces were quick to ally together and seek help from the outside. Their military forces will be essential for any real chance at victory. Assuming we can end their wars in a timely manner.

Finally the Arxur. Despite their past we can not afford to lose their support. Isif currently has about the same size military force as he had before only now more disorganized as Dominion loyalists fled his ranks but Arxur defects fled to his banner. A few of them have been working with us to train our forces into fighting shape and are just starting to see real progress.

I cleared my throat and my mind. “I am sorry but the Paltan Delegation is running late. We will have to update them on our decisions when they arrive and take any information they might bring and possibly reconsider the decisions we make today.”

Breathing deeply I calmed myself and addressed the delegates with confidence. “We are here to build a better future. For not just ourselves but for our children, their children and every descendant that will be born into this galaxy. It is on us to set aside the past and look to the future. To this end I propose two things. If you look at the packets we distributed to you on your arrival is a set of terms for a new… federation to be formed by the members present. The name is open to be changed as are several of the terms but our running name is the ‘Sapient Coalition.’ My second order of business is to officially ask for the Arxur Rebels to be cleared of past crimes and recognized as the rightful rulers of Wriss and be accepted into our coalition.”

I sat down and to my surprise Isif stood up. “To be clear. Rejecting us will… not be considered a hostile act by myself or my rebels. We are under no delusions any longer. We are monsters and you are right to hate us. I apologize for everything we have done to you, but now is the time to fix the wrongs of the past. Regardless of your decision today we offer our aid in defending your territory, attacking your enemies, and training your forces.”

He briefly let his eyes fall on the Thafki delegation but quickly looked to their feet before they could panic. “Thafki, part of our war goals is the liberation of your homeworld and its return to your people. We would like to make a few naval bases there as a staging point to take Wriss from the dominion. When that is achieved we will abandon the base and no Arxur will step paw on your sovereign soil without your express permission. There is also the matter of your recently liberated peoples needing homes and care. If you would, I would speak with you after about how best to get them into your care.”

He addressed the room now. “I will not ask you all for your forgiveness. I will ask you to work with us and make a future we’re none of us have to fear.”

Isif sat down and the Virla the Tilfish commander stood up. “You speak of peace but you still eat our flesh! You ask us to set aside our past when we know our loved ones will be eaten once they pass!”

Isif looked angry for a moment before he calmed himself and bowed his head. “We have no other choice. I would ask for animals from your homeworlds to serve as food but anything large enough to feed us was exterminated long ago. If you have another option, please, share it.

The Tilfish commander stood there for a moment before taking their seat again. The brief silence that followed was broken by Sofeh of all people. “T-then why ask us for our dead and not for c-cloned organs?”

Isif had a blank look on his face for a moment. “That word did not translate correctly. You used one word but the translator spat out ‘tissue, organ or organism grown in a non-organic environment.’ What is this word?”

Another moment of stunned silence but this time the revelation that things were worse for the Arxur than just no non-sapient food. They have no medical services. We assumed that the Arxur were not as monstrous as we thought or at least at one point were like every other pre-uplift species but this…

Sofeh cleared her throat. “Cloning is the process of taking stem cells from an organism and altering them to grow into an organ or muscle in an artificial environment also known as a plastic womb. These organs are usually transplanted into people with organ failure. But we make them in anticipation of need and not to order. They also have a definite shelf life. We have a lot of living but no longer viable organs that are simply incinerated. We could even increase production to feed you. That way no one has to live with their loved ones being used as food.”

Isif just stared in disbelief for a moment. “I- uh- yeah, yeah! That would be perfect! I have no objections to this! If you can get it shipped out quickly I can even have the bodies returned!”

Sofeh happily wagged her tail. “I’ll get right on that- oh! I also need to talk to you after. We need to get scans of your species biology and establish a baseline so we can treat them.”

Isif looked skeptical for a moment as the last time his people were ‘treated’ they faced a disease that starved them to death. Sofeh seemed to notice this and clarified. “Yes. With the war going on, Arxur are going to be hurt and in need of surgery. We can’t provide medical practices without relevant information.”

Isif looked surprised that anyone would offer him aid without him asking. “You would tend to our sick and wounded?”

The Zurulian looked a little confused as she slowly realized her people's profession was not a universal constant. “We’ll supplement what your surgeons… already do… what happens to a wounded Arxur?”

The Arxur Rebel sighed in defeat. “If they survive and are no longer able to hunt, betterment would take them, label them as prey and process them into rations.”

Sofeh covered her mouth in shock. “And what do you do to your wounded?”

Isif looked like he would rather not speak about his decisions on this matter but answered either way. “What I can. We don’t have the privilege to care for those that get hurt. I have a small wounded colony set up and secluded away, we’re the injured are left to care for themselves. I would like to put them in your care if the offer still stands.”

Sofeh nodded her head with a look of determination that was not there before. “It does. We Zurulians swore to care for all life like we used to before our uplift. We will care for them. We will be more than what the Federation limited us to being. As to that… I was asked to seek assistance building up our military forces. We are lacking in military experience and our admirals and generals could use training to bring them up to galactic standards.”

The rest of the meeting went by with few hitches. The revelation that the Arxur needed our care as much as we needed their strength placed a newfound hope and camaraderie on our hearts.

I couldn’t stop wagging my tail as I addressed the Sapient Coalition in its entirety. “That concludes this first summit! I believe things are going to turn out for the better of all!”

We started to file out of the war room when Isif asked one last question. “Is there any reason that I can not have the location of this Ambassadorial station? I’d like to be able to come and go without needing to head to Skalga every time.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh you were asleep when Sovlin mentioned it. We are in the Sol system.”

Isif almost choked in shock. “THE SOL SYSTEM! I DON’T HAVE COMPLETE CONTROL OF MY SECTOR! IF A DOMINION SPY NOTICED US THEN THE FEDERATION OR THE DOMINION MIGHT BE ON THEIR WAY! WE NEED TO EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY!”

As if on cue the sirens went off alerting us to approaching unalied craft.

I almost shouted at him. “What? Were you planning on attacking Skalga from this side!?!”

Isif through his paws into the air in disbelief. “NO! We were observing Humanity!”

I watched Isif follow Kam out of the room and chased after them shouting, “Humanity is extinct!”

The predator shot me a glance backward, “They never went extinct! That was a Cold War! Only two nukes were used in an actual attack! All the others were tests to develop bigger and stronger bombs until the Soviet Union collapsed along with the Dominions' hope humanity would turn out like them.”

We arrived at the command deck. Sovlin was sitting in his chair barking out orders. “Are the delegates at their designated shelter areas?”

A soldier stood to attention. “All but the Venlil and Arxur delegates sir! They… are actually here!”

Sovlin turned around to address us. “Isif! Did you call a ship here? They aren’t of Federation make.”

Isif calmly replied. “No… but I think I know who they are.”

I stepped forward. “Sovlin please hail them.”

He looked like he wanted to object but held his tongue. With a flick of an ear his right hand Kolshian ordered them hailed.

I approached the Kolshian and asked. “If you don’t mind Recel, I’ll handle this.”

The screen lit up with the unmistakable visage of a human. His earthen skin and dark eyes fell upon me as he snarled.

I decided to assert myself and not let his predatory fear tactics get the best of me. I could feel my translator push my words through my vocal cords in a cheap imitation of their guttural language. “I AM GOVERNOR TARVA OF THE VENLIL REPUBLIC OF SKALGA. We will not be intimidated by your snarl! Slow your craft and announce your reasons for approaching or you will be fired upon!”

His snarl faded quickly as he gently covered his mouth. “I- I’m sorry. I was not snarling, merely smiling. I was happy to be making first contact with genuine aliens! My name is Noah and we come in peace.”

I skeptically tilted my head. “Peace?”

“Yes. You know, without the intention of causing harm? The desire to cooperate and build a better future for both of our races?”

Kam stepped forward. “You said we? As in more than one person?”

Noah barked at Kam. “Oh right, where are my manners! This is Sarah and our pilot Marcel!”

Sarah stuck her head into frame! “Hello nice to meet you!” She turned the camera towards Marcel. “Say hello!”

The human pilot’s entire body was tense. His knuckles were white from how hard they were holding onto the controls. “I will once those weapons are no longer pointed at us. I’m ready to bail out of here the second they fire.”

Sovlin waved a paw and I heard the hum of the plasma cannons die down.

Their pilot let out a sigh of relief. “Hello, sorry for being so terse. I’m Marcel. Pleasure to meet you.”

If the Federation discovers humanity is alive… It’ll be Skalga all over again. “Noah of Earth?”

Noah straightened himself up. “Yes mam?”

We have to save them. “Would you like to dock with this station? There is a lot we need to discuss. Your species may be in grave danger, and it might be our fault for this being the case.”

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I watched silently as Secretary-General Elias Mier pinched the bridge of his nose. He sat amongst the members of the sapient coalition and took in the news about the galaxy at large.

One moment ago his biggest problem was the member nations of his planet bickering amongst themselves and now the entire galaxy is at war on their very doorstep and they can’t pretend it won’t come to them.

“Ok this is a lot to take in. But I still think we might be able to end this peacefully through negotiations. We are a neutral party in all of this.”

The collective sigh as the humans still refused to believe that negotiations were off the table was deafening. To think the war hungry and predatory people would stubbornly cling to the possibility of peace was aggravating.

Kam slammed his head on the table in exhaustion. He called the command deck and without lifting his head asked. “Sovlin? How much longer before we can relocate?”

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Memory Transcription Subject: Sovlin, Sapient Coalition Admiral

Date [Standardized Human Time] July 30h, 2115

All of the diplomats have been evacuated home with the sole exception of the new human Ambassador Noah, and Governor Tarva.

I normally don’t care to listen to the debates of politicians but I made an exception for these two.

The human with the dark complexion looked as upset as Tarva is. “History has shown that time and time again that wars on a large scale only ever result in massive casualties with no actual change.”

Tarva was stress pulling at her ears. “Noah. I love how much you want to stop this war before the death toll gets high. But there are already planets full of the dead. My people were genocided to extinction. Then there deformed children were sent to re-establish a population of Venlil on Skalga.”

She took a step forward and grabbed his paw in hers. “Think about the mother’s who gave birth to children with no nostrils and legs so crippled we lost our ability to truly run. Think about the fathers beaten, tortured and killed for trying to protect their families. Think about the children who were taken from their home world and brainwashed into thinking it was a blessing.”

Noah opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Tarva pressed on. “That is just what happened to my species. The chance for peace ended the day the federation pacified the Krakotl. It’s been over a thousand years of cultural genocide. And over four hundred years of war with the Arxur. The time for peace was over before either of us were born.”

Tarva guided Noah over to an empty chair but my attention was drawn away by Recel at the sensor station. “Sir! Multiple contacts just came out of FTL!”

“That should be Isif’s reinforcements. Double check to be safe. … Recel? Double check-“

“HOSTILE CONTACTS! FEDERATION CRUISER AND ESCORTS! CHANGING COURSE AND HEADING STRAIGHT TO US!”

I slammed my paw down and shouted my orders through the station's speakers. “ALL HANDS BATTLE STATIONS! INCOMING FEDERATION CRUISER! WE HAVE TO HOLD THEM OFF UNTIL REINFORCEMENTS ARRIVE! SCRAMBLE ALL FIGHTER CRAFTS!”

I watched the Federation Cruiser approach through the view screen. Those agonizing few moments before a battle starts, where all I can do is watch and wait, unable to issue any further orders slowly flowed by. I watched our fighters fly forward onto death to buy us all a few precious moments.

Their call signs went out as they assumed a basic formation designed to draw the enemies attention onto them and not the station. As I expected the cruiser unleashed her own fighters as well instead of facing the nimble fighters alone. “Weapons station. Focus fire on the cruiser. Only fire on fighters if a guaranteed hit is available. We have to force them to flee.”

In an instant both waves of fighters clashed. I watched ten of our craft disappear in the blink of an eye while they only lost two.

Despite outnumbering them by twenty we now only had a lead of 10… 7. 2. We have less craft than them now. “All fighters! Fall back into the station's range! Weapons! Take out anyone pursuing our fighters! Keep them alive! All hands! Brace for impact and possible loss of life support or atmosphere!”

The cruiser pressed her advantage using her own fighters as a shield. Despite our own being in range for us to defend they still fell with alarming speed. Only forty eight of our fighters still flew. I could hear the panic in their voices as one comm after another grew silent. “All fighters-“ WHAT?

Recel almost screamed in excitement, “SIR! It’s the humans! They sent reinforcements!”

From Earth came a thousand fighters. I couldn’t believe my eyes! In the short time since Meir had left our station they had put together an actual space force! However Recel’s face now screamed there was another problem.

“Sir… they don't have shields, or armor, or even decent inertial dampeners… sir all they seem to have are rail guns and missiles!”

If they engaged the enemy here and now they’d be torn to shreds and their weapons would likely fail to do anything beyond adding a little stress to the enemy’s shield generators.

“Attention Human forces! Abandon your attack! You are out gunned and out armored! You’ll all be torn to shreds!”

There was a brief moment of silence that hung in the air before a feminine human voice echoed through the command bridge.

“Admiral Sovlin I presume? This is Captain McDermott of the UN Space Force. We volunteered for this, sir.”

I had no words. The familiar feeling of ordering my own ship to suicidally charge the Arxur raced through my body. Barely above a whisper I ordered “Recel, patch them into our comms.”

The attentive Kolshian obeyed and I addressed our newest allies. “Attention UN Forces! You are outclassed by the enemy. Do not under any circumstances approach within (100 kilometers) of the enemy cruiser. Those guns can track you faster than you can fly. The armor on their fighters is weakest at the lower back section and at the cockpit, however you won’t be able to break their shields so harass the enemy and pick off the ones who’s shields are broken.”

A voice filled with confidence reported back. “Roger that. Alright boys! You heard the porcupine! Fly lively and pick off the weakest ones first!”

I turned my attention to the battle as a whole. I turned off Sovlin the Father who cared and turned on Sovlin the Suicidal Captain.

I watched my soldiers fly into battle. Bullets and plasma flying across the cold unforgiving void of space. I listened to the last words of many people and gave orders to the survivors to step in their place. I watched dozens of human made crafts get taken down for each victory they earned. I watched helplessly as one of our own craft was disabled and abducted. I saluted the field of broken machines and floating graves as our rescue services started to pick them over for even the faintest hint of survivors.

My voice was broken. “Recel. Status report.”

“We lost seventy three craft of the one hundred we had. The humans lost eight hundred and forty one of the one thousand and twelve they fielded.”

His breath caught in his throat as he realized just how many innocent people died at the hands of his old government. “The station itself has hull breaches in sectors two and four. Sector two is also without power. Plasma cannon 7 and 14 are destroyed beyond repair. One, four, eight, and ten are damaged and under repair. About twenty people have been reported to medical with severe injuries. Eighteen confirmed dead.”

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