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***Memory transcription subject: Sovlin, Prisoner of the United Earth Republic*** *Date \[standardized human time\]: October 24, 2136*
Somehow being confined to a room a second time is much more boring when the sights are always the same out the window. My view now was only marginally different now since I was staring directly at the massive pylon where our warship had docked with dozens of other ships for what I could only assume were repairs and resupply as well as offloading the wounded that could be moved.
*At least when I was in that prison tower on Earth the scenery was always changing below, this is much less exciting.*
*Given what I have done they will probably send me back to that cell soon enough anyways.*
Apparently the freezing feeling I had felt in my back was Sam shooting me in the back with a weapon on the “stun” setting after having shoved Tyler. The next thing I could remember was waking up in the ship’s sickbay a few hours later after regaining consciousness, once I was cleared by the doctors I was told by Sam and Carlos that the captain ordered me confined to quarters. They had refused to answer my questions about the duration of my confinement or if Tyler was even alive as they half dragged me to my quarters.
My only social interaction was with Dr.Bahri as she had apparently volunteered to bring my meals to me and had moved my “therapy sessions” to my quarters until I was released from confinement. During the first session I had pleaded with her to tell the captain that I had never meant to harm Tyler which was the truth, eventually she relented to convey my message but she had changed the subject quickly as to what I had been feeling prior to my shove of Tyler. I of course told her about my blinding anger towards the captain and the others present, making light of the Federation and the Gojid to keep the Arxur at bay. For my honesty I was rewarded with being told that I had not in fact killed Tyler like I had feared but that my shove had caused his head to be hit against the wall on the weakest point of the Human skull causing him to still be undergoing “regenerative treatments”.
“Those predators and their fucking pride.” I muttered to myself as I stepped away from the viewport. “They think they are better than everyone else and just *expect* us to go along with it. I was the face of the Gojid military and they treat me like an invalid!”
I began to walk around my quarters which were moderately larger and better furnished than the cell I was kept in on Earth as I began to try and think over all my interactions with the psionic predators. Arrogance and pride were traits that they all shared yet the words barely did justice to how condescending they were when talking about the shortcomings of the Federation. The most confusing part though was the near infinite patience and kindness they had for primitives who one would assume they would have the least in common with and the least patience for, I had even seen them comforting the distressed Yotul who had been distraught over the attack on their world despite the fact the raid had been repelled with little loss of life compared to other planets attacked.
*They are predators and shouldn’t care about the distress of other species, let alone a prey species they can’t even feel the emotions of. I know they care about one another but at the end of the day they are still predators and should not be able to form connections with creatures they are instinctively driven to kill.*
I continued to pace around my quarters trying to figure out the enigma of Humans and their ability to seemingly defy all established rules of how predators behave even when factoring in their intelligence. The Arxur were only marginally smarter than whatever Protector forsaken ancestor they were evolved from before reaching sapience and as a result it was well known they were near incapable of developing their own technology to any degree, rather they would instead mimic whatever they could get their claws on. Humans however were extremely shrewd and calculated in every action they made which made their having such advanced technology after centuries of preparation for a war with the Grays understandable if somewhat surprising at first when compared to how much they have surpassed the Federation which has existed before the primates even knew about life in the stars.
“Could it be an act to trick the Yotul into thinking they care so that they work harder? They got them to betray the Federation rather quickly and for no reason it seems.” I muttered to myself again before dismissing the idea. “I doubt if they are confused by the concept of lying itself, they wouldn’t know how to keep a con like that going long term.”
*Those transmission the UER picked up from the Krakotl, Farsul and Kolshians made it seem as though they believed the Humans to be prey all along despite appearances that just have inherited PD.*
Even if my faith in the Federation as a whole was now *diminished* there was still merit to what they theorized about Humans even if the primates denied it. From the few news snippets I had watched in my downtime from Venlil Prime I had seen multiple interviews that involved ambassadors or other officials dancing around the subject entirely on if they considered themselves predators or prey, they would merely claim that they “have no use for such labels".
*I need proof to show to these Humans they have no right to act so condescending towards us when they are as flawed as any other sentient species, psionics or no psionics. But how can I do that locked in my quarters?*
That is when my attention was drawn towards the desk in my quarters which had something installed that my cell did not have on Earth, a computer with access to just about all the information I could ask for. I quickly made my way over to the desk jutting out of the wall (seemingly made of the same material) and pulled out the wooden chair seemingly made with Gojid bodies in mind. Through some mechanism that I did not know the ship's systems knew I was sitting at the desk and the blood blue holograms that made up the keyboard and screen began to illuminate.
Humans were in a manner similar to the Farsul with how heavily focused they are when it comes to promoting academics as well as being neurotic about recording just about everything. Given the sheer amount of reports I had received daily from the primates (and neglected to read) there was no doubt in my mind they had recorded whatever atrocities they had committed in their past before becoming “enlightened”. Thankfully their warships had plenty of historical information as well as different types of media or forms of entertainment in their databases to keep the troops entertained in their downtime, apparently having bored soldiers is a bad idea for all species.
“Alright… now I am here. Where do I look first" I grumbled as I swiped through the programs before locating the historical database and I found a subject title that piqued my interest. “*Civil rights*”
“Looks like there is an entire section here on the matriarchal traditions of Earth before they unified.” I murmured as I continued to look through the section. “They’ve been unified for **\[ three centuries\]** at this point, I'm surprised the records still exist.”
**\[Time Advance: 2 Hours\]**
“O..okay Sovlin, just t…take some deep breaths like you were told.” I told myself as I made my way to the washroom of my quarters while my heart raced and my stomach twisted into knots. “Sink on, cold water!”
Responding to my verbal command the faucet began pouring water into the leaf shaped sink as I ran my shaking paws into the rising pool of frigid water. As the chill seeped though the thinner fur of my paws and lower arms I did my best to get my breathing under control with little success, try as I might I could not calm down.
I ended up scooping the water in my still shaking paws and splashing my face with the icy liquid above the sink before raising my head to look directly in the mirror. My snout as well as the rest of my face may have been drenched but the coldness on more of my body had let me calm down somewhat but I still felt nauseous over what I had read.
I had been told by Sam and Carlos that the founding principles of the UER included that all Humans are equal under the law no matter the conditions of their birth nor heritage, such mindsets were even included in their founding documents apparently. They had also informed me that this was not always the case and that they used to have a more matriarchal system in place but had refused to elaborate.
Even after the short amount of reading I had done on the subject of how the women of Earth used to treat the males of their species I was shocked that the primates had not burned that section of their history to ash. Apparently in just about every one of the walled cities on that accursed planet for most of their history men were treated as incapable of making any important decisions due to being less assertive and being perceived as more emotional when compared to Human females. This resulted in the more assertive and disciplined women being the ones who held positions of power in politics, the sciences and in the military where men were relegated to being artisans, artists and craftsmen due to their affinity for “psionic infusion”.
*Whatever that means*
There were entire sections of what I had read on how the rights of the sexes were often very different in most places on Earth, men for most of the history of Earth were barred from holding any meaningful government office or joining the armed forces due to their supposed lack of proficiency in combat psionics. It wasn't until global unification that all men across Earth were allowed to choose who they married instead of marriage contracts being made and signed by the mother or sister of said man and the family of the wife, the only way he could prevent such a marriage legally was by convincing a different woman to duel to marry him instead.
*Men couldn’t even own the business they ran. It would belong to the mother or older sister until he married, then the business would transfer to the wife as part of the marriage contract.*
The way these historical facts were discussed was off-putting as well, when one read history books in the Federation it was easy to tell which side of history you were supposed to be on with how things were worded. But with these historical files it felt so cold and clinical as if there was a no right or wrong opinion to feel about this *disgusting* history.
I had heard Sam and Carlos talk before about how horrible they thought it was that the Federation let the Angren Matriarchy would send off their aggressive men to the front lines to bolster themselves against the Grays, the Angren have nothing on what these Humans used to subject their males to. At least the Angren women would not project their emotions on the males to make them more compliant like how it used to be common to do so on Earth. At least the Angren no matter how misguided were *helping us* with their tactics.
*“Protector damned hypocrites.”*
***Memory transcription subject: Tol’ren, resident of The Drakmar Archipelago (Zelkar Island), Citizen of the Unity of Rontar.*** *Date \[standardized human time\]: October 24, 2136*
*\*BANG\**
*\*BANG\**
*\*BANG\**
The noise of someone heavily knocking on the front door had woken me up from the little sleep I had gotten. Normally I would have woken up much later to the relaxing sound of the seabirds and waves, the same way I fall asleep in my one room dwelling right on the shore.
“Just… give me a few…” I mumbled trying to ignore the door and go back to sleep, it was barely light out and he was already here.
“Tol, wake up! Mom tried to call you but you didn't answer!” Cried Melk at the door as he kept knocking away, the enthusiasm and excitement crashing off him like a monsoon. “You need to watch the news!”
*It looks like I can’t ignore him until he gets bored again, guess I have to get up.*
*How did he get across the island this early? Mom makes him go to the Shaman for lessons at sunrise.*
I took in a deep breath before opening my eyes once again so that I could get up and answer the door, despite the fact I lived on the other side of Zelkar from my younger brother he still was always barging in.
*Okay, whatever he is freaking out about I can just listen for a bit and send him on his way.*
*Sleep here I come.*
“I’m aw…awake.” A yawned out as I rolled out of bed and pulled a pair of shorts I had on my laundry pile. “Keep it down dude, I was trying to sleep.”
Once I finally stood up I stretched my arms over my head to try and get the stiffness out and brushed the ceiling while my tail tensed in response. My eyes were still half closed when I started moving forward when I accidently bumped the wall with my elbow, something that happened constantly with how cramped the place is. As the dawn was peeking though the window slats by my bed and the front door I grabbed the handle and opened to deal with Melk so I could go back to sleep, the wind was supposed to be perfect today as well as the swells on this coast and I wanted to get some shuteye before hitting the waves.