[ WP ] Humanity is the most powerful race in the galaxy . Every other race wants to win our respect . Even for ordinary humans , it 's become impossible to go off-world because our presence demands so much respect , awe , and asskissing .

Tarchn's face exploded into a bright flash of cerebral fluid, blood, bone, and metal as Harnik continued firing his rifle straight into the old veronion's skull. There were shouts flowing from the crowd; some cheers, some screams of fright, and a small few screams of grief from Tarchn's family. Harnik kept firing, trying to drown out the shouting and cheers. He needed to do this. He needed to make sure Tarchn was dead. Only than could he prove himself. Only than could he be respected by the Terran Lords. For a moment there was nothing but that goal flowing through Harnik's mind, mixed ever so lightly with the sound of a recoiling rifle and of Tarchn's skull collapsing and bursting into pulp. The solid drone went on and on and on and on until- 
 CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK 
 Harnik kept squeezing the trigger. 
 CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK 
 He finally relaxed his talon. There was no ammo left. Tarchn was most assuredly dead. Gore and brain matter lied around the corpse. The deafening noises of the audience slowly came back. The Organizer's loudspeaker flared up, shouting for silence from it's position, floating next the Codon Council's private viewing box. Steadily the audience's roars slowed and stopped. Finally the Organizer spoke again, `` IT APPEARS THAT WE HAVE OUR NEWEST CHAMPION CITIZENS! HARNIK OF VERON. WARRIOR OF THE DARK NEBULA. CHOSEN CHILD OF THE HOUSE OF PRIMUS. YOU HAVE PROVEN YOUR SKILL AGAINST WHAT WAS ONCE THE GREATEST OF YOUR KIND.''. The massive machine floated down until it was hovering in front of Harnik. It's singular glowing eye stared emotionlessly at him. Blue light bathed Harnik and the remains of his opponent. 
 It spoke again, `` YOU ARE THEREFORE NOW THE CHOSEN REPRESENTATIVE OF YOUR SPECIES ON THE SACRED VESSEL. ALONGSIDE THE GREATEST OF EVERY OTHER RACE IN THE CONSTELLATE, YOU WILL SAIL ACROSS THE STARWAYS, RIGHTING WRONGS AND SAVING ALL THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN FOOLED INTO REJECTING THE SACRED LORDS OF TERRA. YOUR INDUCTION WILL OCCUR ON HOLY EARTH ITSELF. GO THERE. MAY THE GODS OF HUMANITY GUIDE YOU.'' 
 With that, the Organizer turned and floated away, slowly booting up it's interstellar drive. The arena gates slid open in front of Harnik. Beyond it waited a small jumpship that would take him to the holy lands of Earth. It's blessed rolling grasslands and pure blue oceans. He began to ignore the shouts of the audience once more as he strode forward towards the ship. 
 This was his destiny.
