[ WP ] There is unrest in the galaxy but the advanced alien races that populate it lack the capacity to kill . One alien race decides to recruit the humans of earth as their military .

NSFW language. First time. Here goes. 
 
 
 I was never one of the classic `` stay at home'' types. Since I was a kid I moved around. My parents were the echo of an age long gone, the kind of people who got out there, saw the world. Most people could n't even afford a t-shirt, much less visit the nearest hub anymore. We were n't rich, just fortunate. My dad was into the Jesus thing, ran around for his church giving handouts or something I guess. The guy died around 2314, somewhere in the burbs of New Dallas. Mom too. Poor fucks. 
 I went Federal, judge placed me with fosters. I ran, got caught, ran, stole a car, got caught, and repeat. Same old shit, you've heard it. 
 When the Agreement went through back in'24 I was fucking in. 
 And here I am. Sam Worthington out to fight goddamn blue space monkeys. 
 
 August 13, 2327 
 Gunner ( Gnr. ) Edward Liska 
 In Orbit of Planet Drechna 
 
 It had been hours since a noise was heard, besides the shifting and movement of weaponry. When their bird entered orbit, the boom of air rushing past roused all the greenies, Liska included. He decided he hated his bird, nicknamed Hellflies by vets. 
 `` Fuck me,'' complained Cunning, `` About pissed myself.'' 
 Liska grunted. 
 Minutes passed. The bird banked and then kept its course. 
 `` Never thought I'd be fighting aliens. Much less for other aliens,'' Cunning said. He talked a lot. Mainly just to keep nerves down and such. 
 `` I mean what the fuck? We used to be supreme, at least in our own thinking. Caesar, Napoleon, Christopher Columbus, all those shits! Doing what humans do best, conquering and dominating. They were the shit,'' he raised his weapon, Federal Duelguage. Shotgun class, 8 shot. 
 `` But us. We're their bastard get, tainted blood. We belong to someone. Something more like it. Where'd we start this grand fuck up?'' 
 Liska sighed, `` People have always been owned. Someone or something, makes no difference. We are n't different than them before.'' 
 Cunning's smile was wolffish, `` We ai n't on top though. People may have been owned, but was other people they was under. It's all changed, gone down the shitter.'' 
 The bird pitched hard right. Liska's straps bit into the body. Cunning moaned. 
 Fuck me. And fuck Worthington too. 
 The bird was under fire. Drechna was pissed off. 
 Their Ground Commander called out, `` Fuck what you hear. Listen up! We are about to touch down. You know your shit, nows the time. Break out, squads form, postitions, find the shit, and eat up!'' 
 The bird plummeted. Cunning lost his gut, green vomit hit Gunner feet across the way. The GC shouted, `` And do n't be a pussy like Cunting over their.'' 
 
 The bird touched down after all. 
 Buckles came off, guns were locked and loaded. Looks like I made the tele after all. Mom would be proud. 
 The pilot called out, `` Get the fuck off my bird! You have a load of heathen shit heading this way!'' 
 The GC started screaming commands. They filed out of the Hellfly, left and right side. Liska was three deep from his exit and could see the nearest sun's light bursting in as the doorway opened. The light was mixed with red. 
 Except it was n't a sun. Those heathen shits were lobbing some kind of light at the Hellfly's exit. The red was blood exploding from greenies. 
 The GC barked, `` Left exit, defend this fucking bird! Fuck exiting, buckle down and give hell! Those in rear, turn round and exit opposite. MOVE MOVE MOVE FUCKING MOVE!'' 
 Liska ran forward, crouching and began firing. Everything was sandy yellow. Deciduous growth, but the trees were n't green like he'd seen in film. Closest thing to the home I've never seen. And I am here to take it. Too bad I ca n't keep it. 
 He was n't seeing any shits. Just firing. He'd seen holos of them, but that adds up to shit when your gun is rumbling and you know you are about to be touched by a death-light. 
 Sun bursts kept pounding the hull of the Hellfly. Liska focused, found where they came from and lit it up on those positions. 
 Faint yelps and screams sounded. Liska smiled, `` Focus fire at the base of the trees at 11 and 3 o'clock. They got camp!'' 
 A greenie responded behind him, `` No shit, Pill! Let me work.'' 
 Fire rained, metal and sun. Suddenly more metal entered the fray. The right exit had come about. 
 Three were left, then one, and then the sunbursts faded. 
 `` Fuck me,'' Cunning sighed, looking down, `` They blew near ten of us away! With goddamn sunshine and rainbows!'' 
 Nearby Gonnel chuckled, `` Rainbows, huh? You watch too many history docs, Cunting.'' 
 `` Shut your face, fuckface.'' 
 `` Clever.'' 
 They stepped off the bird. Liska turned, `` Why did n't the pilot pull out of this?'' 
 `` He ai n't gunna be pulling much out of anything, dead,'' Wittel said coming from the cockpit. 
 Neither are we any time soon. 
 The GC came into view, `` Squads! Find your Head and do your shit. We have pay to earn.'' 
 Liska and Cunning turned to Wittel. He was Twelves Squad Head, and a damn competent one at that. Should be GC, ask me. No one does though, no shits given either. 
 Wittel looked about, `` Three of us down. Dunn, Bristo, and Fisk. Put on the bird. Sad fucks, first chance at daylight and it kills them.'' Not too inspiring sometimes though. 
 Wittel continued, `` The rest of you, let's hit those trees, see what's left. Ahmad, Surviner, and Liska are tri-point. I want eyes and ears out hard. We do n't know this shithole, best start learning. Let's go.'' 
 Liska heading forward, Cunning winked at him. `` Suck my dick, Cunning.'' 
 `` You know it, Gunner Pill.'' 
 Liska took left point, jogging ahead and heading for the trees at 11. He reached the first tree and put his back to it. The damn thing fell over and he followed suit. Shit. 
 He rolled and hit a rock. The rock moved. Shit again! He jumped up and leveled his weapon. 
 The shit was face down, obviously dead. Half a man's height it could n't have weighed more than 20 kilos. 
 The thing was wrapped in sandy garb. It had some kind of turban wrapped about its head. 
 He turned about. His squad was approaching and Wittel was advancing to him. Looking on the shit, Wittel stood from faced, `` Drechnan. The holos the Bosses gave us only showed them in this garb. They said they were similar to humans. Alarmingly so.'' 
 He paused. Then looked at Liska, `` Take a look Gunner.'' 
 Liska instantly crouched, dropped his weapon, eager. Let's see the fucks. 
 He grabbed the headdress and tore hard. The fabric pulled the head and coming away it smacked the ground with, the face looking nowhere and everywhere. Right into my soul. 
 A child's face, as sandy as the trees and dust looked across where Liska had just come. 
 We came to take. So much. 
 `` Wittel..'' 
 Wittel's face did n't falter, `` Command said we would be facing a race of humanoids with the likeness of children, but with the minds of full grow. Adults. They claim we share nothing more than appearance. As you can see, they have no blood, but are... powered by their atmosphere alone, which for some reason skips liquids, the necessity inherent to humans.'' 
 Liska could n't breath. He was trapped in an unending second, only measured by a word. 
 Killing is no easy task when faced against another human. In order to kill another, one must remove the others humanity. By dehumanizing, demonizing the other, we can easily kill. Look at history. Religious beliefs allowed my people to say `` They do not believe and are thus'less'. As a result they are not human as we are.'' The poison of race that had plagued humanity for millennia was the same. All of these driven by anger. I believed it would be so simple, so easy with something absolutely inhuman... 
 `` Liska we need to get in formation. Gunner, get up. Get up!'' He reached for his weapon, rose, and stumbled into the foreign hell.
