[ 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 .

The shuttle was about to break the planets atmosphere and reach our `` LZ'' or landing zone as they call it. I had seen human cinema before. This was the part where the grizzled commander gave an inspiring speech to move his men. But, that was n't the case here. It was brisk and practical 
 
 `` Check your equipment and especially the sights. Remember, the atmospheric conditions on this planet is n't what you trained for, so do n't be afraid to re-calibrate your weapons. Make sure you're stocked on munitions too. Once we establish a beachhead, we'll push them to their defensive positions. Once we bust through there, their liable to fall back to where ever their base of operations is. If you pray, then now is the time.'' 
 
 After the silence a slow chant rose from them. WE FIGHT... WE KILL... WE DIE. It repeated in hushed tones at first until the momentum of the chant called them into shouting it. They were whipped up into a frenzy. Even the calm ones among them stood there entranced by the chant, nodding in approval and silently saying it to themselves. I was afraid that they would go frothing mad with fury when their pilot told them to begin final prep work. A flurry of activity was commenced and finished within seconds. 
 
 `` Haska, we're at the LZ are you ready?'' The human commander leaned over me asking. I summoned my nerve and looked at my companions who seemed to be in pure shock. I looked at him and nodded, receiving a nod in response. 
 
 The shuttle detached from the aircraft and descended to the ground at a terrifying pace before timed procedures caused the shuttle to break the momentum and lie us down gently. From outside I could hear small arms fire being exchanged and the shared cries of human and our own. The doors to the shuttle opened suddenly and the humans poured from it without regard. They faced horrendous fire but merely responded by surging forward and fanning out to create a perimeter. Despite the Horned Ones' resistance, the humans managed to place two sets of shield generators around the perimeter: one a kinetic shield halting solid projectiles and the other deflects streams of charged light frequencies. It was a temporary refuge that would end once the generators' batteries gave out or received too much stress, but it allowed them respite and us to join them. 
 
 We emerged as they attended to their wounded. They had two service droids carry the wounded and deceased into the confines of the shuttle while other droids produced prefabricated defensive walls made of reflective alloys to be deployed around the position. They even calibrated some to fit our smaller stature so that we could actively provide fire from cover. While this happened, the commander and his staff met and discussed something outside my range of hearing. There were several hand gestures and plenty nodding but soon a decision had been made. My staff had gathered around me too, probably mimicking our allies. I dismissed them and told them to make themselves useful as our ally approached. 
 
 The talk was brief. He told me that he would dispatch a number of his troop to hold this position and together we would be a `` holding or fixing force'' as he called it. He would take the rest of his number and `` outflank'' the enemy position. He impressed upon me the need to `` hit them fucking hard'' and to keep exerting pressure on them while they maneuvered. He then pointed to a female standing next to him who had a glowing left red eye that was n't organic as well as a synthetic arm on the same side. 
 
 `` This is Sariella. She is in charge of you now. Listen to her.'' 
 
 He turned to a droid who was giving him an update on the casualties that were suffered. He muttered something to himself before gathering those under his command and taking his leave. 
 
 `` Command of God'' the woman said firmly. 
 
 `` What does that mean?'' I replied. 
 
 `` My name comes from Sariel which means Command of God. God is a human deity. You will lesson to my commands as if their were given to you by your people's deity. If you do n't have one, then you better create one or adopt God.'' Her lesson was learned quickly as she started barking orders. She immediately put me and my companions to work ensuring the defenses for the coming fight. The shields were beginning to falter so I took my position next to her while we readied ourselves. The fire ripped through the remnants of the shields and she ordered us to wait until they closed completely less we suffer `` friendly fire'' from ricochets. Once the generators shut off, we were ordered to return fire. While my companions and I did our best, we were nothing more than ornaments. The humans carried the brunt of the burden. Their munitions ranged from archaic metallic projectiles to incendiary rounds designed to melt through armor. They have a specialized device that is called the Screecher or jokingly called the `` Bass Cannon'' that creates destructive sound waves. They use plasma to power some weapons. One is called called an Arc Caster. It is a weapon that churns energized plasma until it produces a string of electrical energy that seemingly dances across its way to the Horned Ones. The other plasma weapon simply discharged the heated substance as projectile to devastating affect. They are familiar with light based weapons which often entails producing focused beams of light from different wavelengths. However, they do not favor this technology like we and the Horned Ones do. It was an arsenal the likes of which I had never seen: solid or energized projectiles that took advantage of our light focused arsenal and armaments. The Horned Ones' armor stood little chance against the Humans, but the body armor they wore and equipped us with was durable while being designed to reflect the charged light that struck us while insulating us from the resulting heat. These advantages helped us immensely during the exchange. Whatever casualties we sustained were treated by our combined medics. Few on our side lost their lives while many fell on theirs. 
 
 The sound of engines screamed across the sky as air-support flew by releasing a explosive payload on the Horned Ones' position. Another aircraft followed swiftly and dropped a more conspicuous load than its forebear. Sariella saw my confused expression and laughed. `` EMPs. Knocks out there electrical equipment so that we can take'em out.'' On cue the commander and his man launched their attack, that much was certain. We stopped receiving fire and simply heard the fighting that took place. It was over in a flash. No struggle. No resistance. Just ruthless efficiency. Sariella received a message from the commander and gave a toothed grin. 
 
 `` Boys, let's move up.'' Thunderous cheers broke out and me and my companions joined in. We left the wounded and made the trek to the advanced position. Here my mind wandered. What had we potentially unleashed? The Horned Ones had ruled over us for more than a human `` century''. Little more than a single natural lifespan for them, but my grandfather's grandfather knew the tyranny of the Horned Ones. The chains of bondage, the purges, the forced resettlement, seeing our home and culture destroyed for amusement. That's why we secretly reached out to the Terrans. Even under our conditions we had heard of their potency. The more established races saw a threat to the galactic order but begrudgingly allowed them to join in the intergalactic community. No one wanted to bear the responsibilities of denying them. They are irresistible and I have seen it. Once we win the war, we are to form a government and make a formal alliance with the humans. But I saw that we would become their vassals. Perhaps that is better than being slaves, but I questioned where would humanity's ambitions take them and therefore drag us. 
 
 When I saw the looks of frozen terror on the corpses of the Horned Ones and the look of abject horror on the survivors, I almost felt sympathy for them. Some of my kind attempted to heap abuses on both the prisoners and the corpses, but we were immediately reprimanded. The Horned Ones were *their* prisoners, not ours. The slightest drops of regret filled my mind. Are they going to hold them alive in case we can not fulfill our bargain? Ally themselves to them if we do n't suit their interests and allow us back into servitude or possibly extinction? My thoughts were snapped when the commander called for me. 
 
 `` Haska, I heard from Seriella that you held your own back there. Good job.'' 
 
 ``... Thanks.'' 
 
 My hesitation must have been noticed. 
 
 `` You can rest up for now but you and your best are joining Seriella and a detachment to scout ahead. This is your planet. If you meet resistance, do n't do anything foolish. Listen to her, you do not have permission to engage. You'll just fall back here.'' He then pulled me aside away from prying eyes. `` We're close to breaking their back. Just get your men to go a little further. Push a little harder and we'll be there.'' I was handed a nutrient bar flavored like Terran fruits and joined my companions. I relayed the message I received and told them to take heart. I too took heart. I dismissed the doubt from my head. Even if those thoughts do have merit, they will do me no good now. Here and now I will fight, I will kill, and I will die.
