Behold: Humanity!: The Pool is Reserved For Podlings (Behold, Humanity! Book 3) by Ralts Bloodthorne

Author:Ralts Bloodthorne [Bloodthorne, Ralts]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2021-11-21T00:00:00+00:00

The More Things Change

Director Brentili'ik stared at the screen, hugging herself tightly as she stared at the pictures that kept popping up.

Telkans in armor, fighting monsters. Next to Terran troops in armor, next to warborgs, from vehicles, from windows and rooftops and hidden nests in destroyed Precursor machines. All them meme'd.

Too many of them contained her husband.

Every time she saw him she shivered.

He had circles on his torso with a diagonal line though it.

Yesterday the circles were covered by red discoloration from being spit on by a giant creature. His armor was damaged, but he still went out and fought.

And the shelters loved him.

This morning it had started on the night side of the planet.

Admiral Howell had started doing orbital bombardment on fungal sheets in the oceans to break them up and hopefully give the ground troops some time. He refused to hit the land masses but he did high atmospheric strikes to break up drifting clouds of spores.

She turned away and looked at the other holotanks. Different locations, different amounts of alien life, slowly covering a planet she had fallen in love with only a year ago.

"It shouldn't hurt so bad. I barely knew it was my planet a little over a year ago, now I feel like someone is tearing out my heart," Brentili'ik said, hugging herself again.

"It's your home. You just got it back from the Overseers and now they're taking it away from you again," Harvey said. "I understand."

"Like when your planet was destroyed," Brentili'ik said softly. She had watched the terrible videos of it then watched videos of how it was like it never happened except in places where they'd left the glass to remind them.

"We'll fix it. The Clone Worlds has already offered Elven Queens and everyone has agreed," Harvey told her.

She turned away. "My people are fighting so hard for it, like it means something more than just where we were born and served as menial labor slaves for so long," she said. "I don't understand why I want to stay with them, why I want to fight so hard with them."

"Because it's your home," Harvey told her. "And it will be again. Not for you, but for your descendants."

"I wish my husband were here," Brentili'ik said softly. "I miss him so."

Vuxten kissed his paw and reached out, touching his pads to the flat 2D printed picture of his wife pointing at the sky where a ship was hanging in the blueness, the title "A New Home Awaits" at the top and "Do Your Part" at the bottom.

"Corporal Vuxten," pinged in his implant, with the number 683.

"Go ahead, 683," Vuxten answered.

"Your armor is repaired. Do you wish us to repair the cosmetic damage?" 683 showed in text.

"No, it's fine. Thank you and your men," Vuxten said.

"We also serve, those who stand and weld," 683 answered and then cut the channel.

Vuxten reached out and touched another poster of his wife, this one pointing podlings and broodcarriers toward a nest in the forest. "NEW NEST SAFE WARM" it said in broodcarrier icons.

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