-or- The second installment
Supernova part II
We pushed, pushed, pushed. Finally we met the Gorans. We thought they would be pathetic pushovers just like all the rest. Our first contact with them was the Pacifica, the crown jewel in the United Humanitarian Armada. Fortunately none of the races we encountered recognized what a ludicrous name “Pacifica” was for this ship. She had the most complex matter-anti-matter space boring system in the galaxy, a crew of nearly one million, three hundred full squadrons of snub fighters, and armed to the teeth with ion cannons, gamma torpedoes and reciprocating laser batteries. In a nutshell, she could lay waste to a planet in a few short hours. What a pacific ship she was!
No resistance had been offered the Pacifica as she sojourned across the cygna arm of the galaxy that had been designated Cronos Prime. The three inhabited planets that she had discovered all rolled over and played dead, acting frightened at this mammoth vessel and giving the new humans wide berth on their conquering rampage. After the Pacifica had pacified each new planet, engineers were left behind to coordinate with the resourcers that followed. As with the fungal encrusted orange, all its juice and nutrient sucked out, only a hollow husk left behind, so to did we proceed to suck each planet dry, taking its richest juice for ourselves and leaving the shell to rot.
It amazes me how many sentient races let us begin the process of sucking them dry. Now I wonder if they just decided to let us continue until we met the Gorans, if they had decided to let the Goran do the fighting. A shame for us that no one pushed back sooner.