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Once, life in the Galactic Legion was peaceful. All the species part of it worked together to benefit one another. However, not everything was perfect.

The Humans were a younger species compared to others when they joined the Legion. They brought wonders into it. New spaceships built with ancient technology that flew faster than some of the most modern of space vessels. Tales of old when humankind used nothing but stone tools. Wondrous sounds and notes called music and reading. Odd fashion that created distinctive features throughout every human.

They were also some of the most powerful in the Legion. They survived days with barely any food or water, the necessities for their survival. Many reports came in of humans severing their own limbs just to survive. Talking bullets for others, then bandaging them up and walking around as if they hadn't just been shot. Using odd tactics such as traps or infiltration to take down enemies. They even relied on their hunting dogs to help them.

However, they bonded well with every species, often saving and helping them in times of need.

Everything changed, however, when one species ended up dropping a bomb on a human settlement.

There had been no provocation from the humans. They didn't even say a bad thing (that anyone had record of, anyways) of them, yet they still decided to kill a large settlement of humans. Men, women, children, all dead.

When the humans found out about this, the whole universe was changed.

They seemed to cut ties with the Legion, ignoring their advice to simply talk it out. The humans, whenever asked what they were planning, waved them off and simply laughed when questioned if it was sane.

The representative of the humans still occasionally came to the meetings. The last time he came, he was questioned about their plans.

"It's nothing major, really. We simply want revenge. I don't know how many of you understand the term, but it certainly won't make you feel better about this situation. All I'm saying is that we are hell bent on avenging our fallen brethren. We will stop at nothing at stopping their murderers. You best not get in our way, or we may have to include the Legion into our plan. Not on our side, mind you. No, you'll be part of the enemies, so you best stay out of our affairs, alright?"

He had stood up during this spiel, and once he finished, he turned and left, his back straight, yet anger seemed to radiate off him in a thick cloud.

What came next rewrote history.

The humans turned all the weapons and soldiers in their arsenal against those who harmed their fellow humans. They chased them throughout the whole galaxy, killing off any one of them. They were ruthless, not letting even the youngest of children escape.

The rest of the Legion began to worry they were next, and refused to help the victims in fear of getting their own species swept up in the humans murderous path. Each human seemed to leave everyone else alone, yet whenever one of the species was found, they were murdered.

One popular form of killing them was something known simply as a 'nuke', or 'atomic bomb'. Once it hit the ground, it would spread for miles, disintegrating things within it's path, leaving shadows of those caught in it's deadly mushroom cloud.

Gas was also a popular weapon.

Two events in human history showed gassing as a popular way to both kill people and to distract enemies. If those enemies weren't lucky enough or lacked protection, they'd immediately get ill from the fumes.

The humans, having previously stated gas weaponry was banned in warfare, now used it against those who harmed them. They used it to draw out people from hiding, and then would gun them down or unleash yet another toxic gas.

When one of the species was captured, they were given the option of their death.

There were only three, yet all were terrifying.

The humans claimed the most humane one was lethal injections, which was also how they killed off their own species should they have committed a worse enough crime.

The second one was something known simply as the guillotine.

Scholars had not read or heard about it, as much of human history was unknown.

The last was...nothing.

The prisoner was placed in a room without windows, and the door locked, no letting them out. The only thing they had was a bed with a pillow and small blanket. They weren't fed. They were just left there. Once they had died their body was cleared out and the rooms waited for another victim.

Soon, the species was left to only one hundred, and all of them were prisoners.

The Legion tried to broker a deal with the humans, but they were threatened to back off or face the consequences.

Once the species was reduced to ten, the humans lined them up and shot them. They shot them dead.

A few months passed before the humans came back to the Legion, acting as if nothing had happened. As if they hadn't just murdered millions of creatures.

The Legion grew wary of the humans, scared that one wrong move would set them all over the edge.

Eventually, one brave member got the courage to speak with the representative for humans.

"Um, Sir Matthews?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you, um, kill off...um, you know-"

"Why, you ask?"

"Y-yes?"

"Well, we wanted revenge. If you mess with a single group of humans, you best expect the other to rally together and help them."

"But how did you organize them- um, well-"

"War propaganda. It's a very persuasive thing, you know."