Challenge #02396-F206: They're Only Human
Alien: "It's only a First Contact with those.....um..... it reads here Huuuemaannts.... How bad can it go?"
Human: ... -- Anon Guest
"What level are they? Three? Three point five?"
"Four point five," said the underling. "Most of that is because of N'Oz and Australia."
"Pfft. Myths and legends. Everyone with a Deathworlder label exaggerates about their abilities. We're four point five. We can take them."
Those last eight words may well have been filed under "Famous Last Words". The underling, who had so far lead a relatively privileged life, said, "Er..."
"I don't keep you alive so you can argue with me," growled the leader.
"Yes, sir. Thank you for permitting me life for another day, sir," said the underling. "I do wish to call your attention to verified accounts from--"
"Weaklings," dismissed the leader. "Ready the attack fleet, we conquer them by their capital's dawn."
They were defeated before the target's lunchtime. Rounded up and sorted into the true aggressors (the leader's species) and the cowed and subdued underlings. The latter group was given far better facilities, accomodations, and therapy. At least while the Humans sorted things out.
"How?" railed the leader. "How can you possibly defeat us? How can you know how to make war like that?"
One of the Humans, who had been involved in home repairs minutes before the invasion, glared at the ranting leader for a small space of time. Finally, they came up with a devastating answer:
"Practice."
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