Challenge #01784-D323: The Worst of the WorststeemCreated with Sketch.

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aliens learn about the dangers of human psychopaths and other mentally ill humans -- Anon Guest

[AN: Nonny, the mentally ill are way more likely to be victims of the psychopaths. See: mental hospitals vs the GOP]

Humans are apex predators. Most humans are willing to forget this. A rare few... aren't. A rarer few actively pursue that particular role.

Little can be done for them, save for steering them into roles where predation and exploitation are valued, such as war zones on the Edge Territories, or the Deathwolder Border Patrol. The stock market used to be a valid place for psychopathic humans, but such avenues now only exist on the Greater Deregulations, where there is already a glut of psychopaths. -- Excerpt from the Wikipedia Galactica under the heading, Disordered Minds.

Lyse let the machines feed todays Carrot/Stick program into her helmet. Submitted to the pee test to be certain that all her meds were at the correct levels. Health readings green. It was almost blood time. Not meaning that she'd menstruated since the implant was installed, but rather that it was time to shed some blood.

The mini training fid played in a corner as she completed her livesuit. The guys outlined in red were friendlies. Not to be killed or harmed, or the punishment would come. The guys in green? She could play with them all she wanted. And earn rewards.

Three stars. Yes. That meant she could take her time. Work out what hurt them. Make them suffer. This was a shock and awe mission and she loved it. Lyse shared a smile with Rack. After they were pulled out, they were so having sex while they were still high from the killing.

They each got their favourite tool and lined up for the drop. Party time.

The Dellicoss had thought they were going to overtake this planet in hours. The people already there were Havenworlders. Fragile little puffs of fuzz and squeals. Many of them died without putting up a fight.

But that was before the humans counterattacked.

They came with knives and bludgeons. With bare hands and soulless smiles. With tactics so wide and varied that the Dellicoss didn't know how to counter any of them. They came with stealth into secure areas and left a trail of blood and body parts behind them.

They were terrifying.

And with them came a message, Leave this place in peace, and we will take them away.

The Delicoss were not ones to question a good deal when they saw one. They would later learn that not all humans were as dangerous and vicious as the first impressions had lead them to believe. No. Humans kept those humans under control, and only unleashed them at the bad people.

And the Delicoss were going to be good people. Weren't they? Weren't they?

They called it Pax Homo Sapiens. Maintain peace, or we have a bunch of humans we'd love to make meat out of you. We call it the Terror Squad because they're one of the few things that frighten us. And that's your only warning.

It was, to use a Human phrase, super effective.

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