[ WP ] A peaceful alien race is besieged by another race in the same galaxy . As their last planets fall and their home-world comes under threat they do the unthinkable . They ask for aid from the only known creatures more brutal than their foes in exchange for FTL technology . Humans accept the deal .

`` Shit, we're late!'' Thatcher stammered as he rolled out of bed. His roommate Parston was jolted awake, hitting his head on the light above his bed. `` Dammit, you're human side is rubbing off on me.'' 
 
 `` You were boring before we met.'' Thatch retorted with a grin. `` I was a responsible Promethian'' Parsa replied. `` Haha, not something to be proud of. We're not late yet, hustle up!'' said Parsa as he threw on a dirty shirt and ran out the door. 
 
 `` Good Afternoon class, hope you all had a lovely weekend, today we will be finishing up our unit of the Second Galactic War.'' said Professor Wassermann-Green as she took her place at the lectern. The class quieted down and Parsa and Thatch made it to their usual spots and through themselves down, still out of breath from their run across camps. 
 
 `` Today we will discuss the surrender and liberation of the Atlatican stronghold world Mecone and the resulting peace negotiations...... picking up where we left off, the commander of the Atlaticans forces met aboard the Earth ship, the Orestes, where the Decree of Mecone was signed officially ending conflict in the sector. For our class, we will focus on the Articles of surrender which were largely based on the Articles of Alliance between the Humans and Prometheans'' 
 
 `` Remember that our Articles of Alliance were based upon a mutually beneficial agreement that strengthened both Humans and Promethean, integrating both our forces and our societies, creating a vibrant and diverse culture and bringing out the best in both of us.'' 
 
 `` The Atlanicans had less to atone for, despite being largely victorious in battle. They had an admirable fighting spirit but did not resort to the desperate and shameful tactics of the Promethean. Humans were able to serve as an objective arbiter in the surrender which allowed for the Promethians to apologize in victory and the Atlanticans to retain their dignity. It is considered a great moment for both civilizations!'' 
 
 `` Next week, we will be covering the Promethean atonement acts, from the enslavement of the lower cast Promethians in the problematic hierarchical, pre-human society to the apartheid tactics during the war. Remember to do the reading!'' With that, Professor Wasserman-Green left the lectern and began conversing with her graduate students, almost all human. 
 
 Parsa turned to Thatch, `` Why does she always leave out all the shit the Atlaticans did, the Massacres, the mutation virus, they even glassed an entire planet. It's always our shit. War is hell, humans said that first.'' 
 
 Thatch looked a bit uneasy, `` ya, but you guys we're pretty fucked up before we got here...... you have to admit that'' 
 
 `` I guess, but it's not like humans are much better, look at the Prof. *ALL* of her grad students are humans, one one Promethian and he's a lower cast.......'' 
 
 `` Shut up about the caste, that's ignorant and backwards. Besides, we got drinking to do!'' Thatch responded 
 
 `` I do n't really want to man, I'm not feeling that good.'' replied Parsa. 
 
 `` Whatever, go home and pout.'' shouted Thatch as he ran off. 
 
 Parsa made his way back to his dorm and logged on to infinitychan: the last bastion of free speech^TM. 
 
 Hoping for something new, he was discouraged that it was just Promethians bitching about the Humans. An echo chamber of: `` We may have won, but life sucks. ``, `` Humans have all the good jobs, whats the point of getting rid of casts if its just humans taking the top spots. ``, `` Promethians went from warriors to fat slobs in one generation. ``, `` We ca n't even quote Lord Commander Vors without being arrested, wtf humans? ``, `` Promethean support for the military and defense participation at all time low.'' Parsa let out a long apathetic sigh and went to join his friend at the bar. 
 
 
 Meanwhile, at remote Atlatican transfer station between human and Atlatican space, a lone Atlatican in military garb sat in an lavish conference room that had no business in such a humble facility. A large door at the far end opened and a towering figure emerged into the light. With brilliant golden hair and finely crafted ornamental armour, the God-Emperor of the Humans, Donald Trump approached the loan figure. 
 
 `` Commander Fark, our work is done, begin the assault. The Promethians are a mess, believe me. They wo n't put up a fight.'' 
 

