Before I begin, I must make a note of a few crucial facts about the following publication. First and foremost, I am using translation software, which will make errors from time to time. Second, this is based off of memories that are biased and wholly my own, so any opinions or mistaken facts can be only blamed on me. Third, ever word of this is true, so read without remembering what your media said of out war; it was far worse than they claimed.
“How a race as pathetic as humans has survived as long as it has is beyond what I can fathom. They are weak, slow, fat, and cowardly when compared to even our most feeble brethren. They think a single, unimportant appendage gives them strength? I see that thought as merely yet another flaw to add to the list that species has: insanity topping that list of course. So with that in mind, why would we show any to a cowering, crazy, and incompetent enemy like that? We wouldn’t, period.”
“I know every single Urkine, both citizen and warrior, hearing these words feels their truth, and the anger that comes with it. I know that we all want to cram these truths down every insignificant sapien’s necks we can. I know we all want revenge for the brothers, sisters, and cubs these pathetic monsters have taken from us under the guise of research. I know that our time for revenge draws nearer with every passing tick of the clock. I know that as a race, no, a family, we Urkine have had enough of their games and tricks and lies. But, above every other things that I know, I know this.” The speaker, Kalan, paused and stood on his hind legs for emphasis, his voice getting louder than it had been in spite of the fact that he had nearly shouted out his previous sentence. “I know that when this day is long over, and only but a memory to the Urkine, that those who fought will still be revered; and that our victory will be the only thing more sacred to this family than its own life!”
Roars and the pounding of weapons in agreement were the only sound following the last words to exit Kalan’s mouth. I could see that he was still talking, but any words he said fell on deaf ears: both myself and the crowd were too enamored with his previous words to even care about the rest of his speech. Kalan, ever the leader, saw this and waited for us to settle down enough to get swept away by his speech yet again. Though his wait was a long one, as we were all positively charged by his words and out own spirits, he did not look impatient at all. He did not gesture for silence, nor did he sound annoyed by the interruption as he came back down onto all four legs to finish his speech. No, he looked proud as he spoke instead; proud and ready.
“Our light burns brightly this day, and tonight it will make even the hottest days in Píncal seem cold and dark. With our guns as our wicks, our cause as our fuel, and the very brothers and sisters before me giving life to our flame… I pity, nay, look down on any being foolish enough to challenge our strength, and pray they meet a quick end.” He paused for a moment, looking over the hushed crowd of his fellow Urkine, with every eye staring back just as intently. “Our cause is just, our might is unmatched, and our will is unstoppable. May every Urkine in range of my voice heed these words, and use them as we send each and every gutless human we find to Death himself!”
The roar that came after those final words could only be described as deafening. Nearly one million troops, over twice that in civilians, Kalan, and myself all let lose a cry for battle so loud that it is still rumored to have shaken the very core of Atsu. We were all ready, each and every one of us on our vast ball of blue and orange, for payback. The wrongs and atrocities committed against us were far too great for me to list out in this book, but suffice it to say that for every cry in the square where I stood, a life of an Urkine had been lost to any number of human ‘justifications’. My brethren and I wanted this war, and Kalan’s words had given us a match to start the fire which burns at the heart of every conflict. With our roar, we struck that match, and started the war for Atsu nearly eight hours earlier than history tells.
The roars and yells of many-a-Urkine still filled the air as Kalan gave a not to myself and four other to join him as he left the stage. The leader of the event took the voicebox from Kalan as they passed one another, but did not use it immediately, for even he was smart enough to know that a crowd after one of Kalan’s speeches needed time to calm back down before any new words could reach them. Such was the power of Kalan though, and he knew it as his trademark smug smirk had itself plastered on his muzzle as he hopped down to greet us. A nod was all we got as we fell into step behind him, but we knew there was going to be a great deal to discuss once we made it somewhere less public. That was where we were all headed to too, with Kalan leading the way in silence.
Kalan didn’t generally like to talk after a speech, as he knew most words were going to be praise, so the entire trek back to our make-shift command center was a silent one for all of us, save for Holt and Lam mouthing things back and forth as they always did. The rest of us were eyes front, mouths shut, and in-step behind our leader with a serious expression on our faces. The tight, controlled formation was not for any somber reason or any heightened need to be serious, it was merely for show as the leader of the military might for an entire race needed to look like that: a leader. His entourage needed a certain look as well, and though Lam and Holt were quite determined to break that look, I would say that we pulled it off quite nicely as we marched along. The fact that all the journalists and videographers were out front did make our job of acting a lot easier, but with how often those nosy Cacaonian reporters show up, we could take no chances. I say this because one of the bastards had caught us all out drinking at a non-cordoned-off bar; what a disaster that had been. It took nearly a month of spinning and bribery and phone calls to go away, and to this very day I still remember the look on Kalan’s face after getting off the holo with OverMarshall Oknac; he was afraid. Kalan feared nothing, but that was one of the two times during the unfortunately brief time I spent with him that he was given something to fear. However, I am rambling, so let me return to the first of many days in the war.
“Inside, quick, there is a lot to discuss.” Kalan held the door open for us fice as we all quickly filed inside. Kalan followed us in before ambling past to get us through the security into our real command center. Urkine are nothing if not cautious, and a faux station either on top of or near the real, disguised thing is quite common. Kalan was no exception to this, but his style for hiding was, as he never duplicated a single thin in all of his hideaways, ever, even down to the encryption menthos for his various keys, scanners, and other locks. This one was one of his simpler ones, as we were inside in a matter of moments, and around our usual conference table even faster.
“You never mentioned any new plans sir, what more do we have to discuss?” Nali, ever the impatient one, blurted that out before everyone had even taken their seats around the table. Her outburst hadn’t even finished leaving her lips before four angry sets of eyes trained right on her head, pushing whatever else the young female had to say right back down into her chest. Kalan was the only one who did not join out silent shunning, and instead turned towards the sole window in the room with a look of impatience on his face.
“I got word from out advance teams at 2816 last night. (Note: A ‘day’ on Atsu is approximately 37 human hours long, so I will use ‘military time’ to make the display and writing of time simpler) Team One is in position on approximately ninety percent of the humans’ ships and awaiting orders to destroy those ships. Teams Two thru Seven reported in on human colonies throughout the sector, all ready to destroy the colonies with a single word. It is not these seven teams I need to talk to you about, but team Eight. They found something… Something which could end this war in twelve hours, not twelve months as the OverMarshal predicted.” All ten eyes trained on him, barely a breath could be heard in the silence that followed as Kalan look to compose himself for the next few words he needed to say. “A virus.”
“Humanity has a virus?! Ex-“ Kalan slammed a heavy paw down to silence Holt’s panicking words, though in actuality it looked to be for jolting us all back into reality more than anything. As you all know, viral weaponry had been outlawed in 2316 (human years), at the Corelliaon War Prevention Council; that was nearly a century ago. To even think that humanity would risk E.C.C.’s wrath… We all so proud of our country for finding this out, and terrified at that moment in time that humanity was indeed willing to use it.
“Humanity doesn’t have the virus, the OverMarshall does.” Every ounce of national pride that had been there melted and morphed into loathing with those words. Hold and Lam instantly began whispering back and forth about what sounded to be thoughts of a coup. Nali looked ready to cry as she hung her head in shame. Tetrac sat in his seat, stunned and silent, and looking as though all three of his cubs had just died. Even Kalan was far less composed than his stoic self normally was, looking down and ashamed. I was the only one brace enough to speak, albeit quietly and carefully, after nearly a minute of near-silence in the room.
“Only caring about what’s next, not the details… I wish I could have done that too Kear.” Kalan’s tone was filled with regret, and… Sadness. It took a lot to have Kalan regret something, but to be saddened by it… I still, and always will remember until the day Death takes me, the feeling of fear as I asked the question which started the real war.
“It works on us, doesn’t it? It’s for the Urkines.” A nod was the only answer I got, but it was enough of an answer to shut Holt and Lam up, make Nali vomit, and Tetrac put a paw clear through the table. I was silent, as was Kalan, even as Tetrac screamed and yelled for action; his cries fell on five sets of deaf ears. A betrayal as deep, widespread, and threatening as this shook us all to the core to say the least. Urkine society is one based on trust, and this… It was legal to down another Urkine for a betrayal as simple as adultery, and this far outreached even that.
The rest of the meeting is a blur to me, as I essentially just sat there in shock until Kalan came over to me after everyone had left and gave me a hard smack to the jaw. I wasn’t ready for it, and I remember the pain from hitting the floor far more than his initial contact. “Kear, did even a thing that got discussed sink in?” I feebly shook my head in response, a paw rubbing my sore jaw as I struggled back up into a sitting position. Kalan didn’t offer me a paw of help, but the fact that he didn’t hit me again was enough; he hit hard.
“I don’t even know what time it is sir,” I muttered feebly, trying my best to look resolute but failing horribly.
“Kear, we’re going to war on two fronts today. The virus sterilizes all Urkine, making breeding not only impossible, but even arousal potentially fatal; it essentially neuters and weakens us in one horrid cocktail. We have a cure, but it has strong side effects we are working hard on countering. We shouldn’t need to use it though, for as I said we are fighting on two fronts now; the humans and the OverMarshall.” Kalan paused, seemingly to let what he had said sink in, but when I gave him an urging, hungry look, he pressed right on with a confident smirk. “I need you to see tetrac and come up with a way to get us onto the home planet, clear?”
“It’s Kalan now Kear, just Kalan.”
“O…Ok.” There were only four Urkine who could call Kalan by his birthname at that time, and three of them he was directly related to. Even his wive called him UnderMarshall or by his last name, which was customary for most couples within our incredibly caste society. For me, several runs below him on the social ladder, to be given such an honor was almost unfathomable. “Why me Kalan?”
“I don’t know really… I just like you, and there are no titles or ranks in a revolution.” Kalan looked distand as he said that last part, worrying me greatly as he was either aloof or distant when he was worried, and he was both in that sentence.
“Si-… Kalan, can we win this?”
“We have to Kear, each and every Urkine needs us to win this. The humans are a negligible side war, the outcome of which is second to the one we are fighting with ourselves.”
“Against our kind and a traitor, sir. To say ‘with’ is to put us in the same blood as the OverMarshall, and I refuse that association.” Kalan smiled and gave me a hearty pat on the back, nearly knocking me over again in the process. He looked proud again, and gave me another, gentler part before speaking again.
“Head Scientist Kear J’ydan, you make me proud to be of Urkine blood. I may have only known you for a few short cycles, but I am thankful for each one.” Kalan then gave me a simple, yet formal salute, to which I just blushed hotly and stumbled with words to come up with as thanks. Such shows of respect so close to one another was not something I was used to at all, so being flustered was acceptable to me, even in front of Kalan. Kalan looked to understand though, so when words fumbled out into clumsy sentences a few moments later, he had himself a nice laugh.
This is where things get fuzzy for me. I had just had some of the most shocking moments in my life over the course of a few hours, so it is understandable, but regrettable nonetheless. I vaguely remember meeting with Tetrac, but as most of that meeting was strategy talk or pointless arguing, I will keep it out of the book. I have no idea where I went after that, but the next thing I can clearly remember is being back in my office nearly six hours after the meeting with Kalan had ended. I suspect my lost time was spent at a Purge, trying to make sense of all that had happened. I rarely went to those, as they eqyal your ‘churches’ and a mine like mine has no use for unproven facts… Except that day I suspect. I am beginning to ramble, however, so I will pick up where my memory returns.