Why Have A Slice When You Can Have The Whole Cake?

After decades scouring the galaxy, Humanity had finally gathered its wayward flock. They had settled as refugees on New Terra and later expanded onto Shangri-La. Having escaped extinction by the skin of their teeth, Humanity was rising rapidly from the ashes of Old Earth. They were taking their second chance with both hands and holding tight to it. Determined not to repeat the mistakes of their collapsed home, Humanity began to rebuild their civilisation. By the time the final Ark had been recoved and the 21st Ark had been declared lost in space, colonies had been established on not one but two different planets. Humans could be found on so many starship crews and living amongst myriad communities, making humans a ubiquitous sight in just about any drinking establishment on whatever planet or space station that you ended up on. It became common to say that "If you didn't have a human with you on a bar crawl, it wasn't the real deal".

With the last vestiges of Humanity rescued from the far reaches of the cosmos, they began to find new purpose. It was time for them to come blinking into the light and throw their hats into the galaxy's political ring. 

Slight problem with that: there was a lengthy queue and a rigorous application process to consider. While Humanity had been rescued by The Federation and given a pair of planets to preside over, that didn't automatically make them full Federation members as they deserved. Dozens of civilisations made up The Federation, each of which had 3 seats in their senate. However, above that was The Federation Council, a group of 5 individuals of different species that had been elected from amongst the existing senate. While the senate debated laws and handled smaller matters amongst themselves, larger decisions and laws were passed up to the Council whose word was final. This did not sit well with the fledgling Human societies who were being subjected to Federation law without the benefits of full membership. Representatives from New Terra and Shangri-La peacefully appe //strode into the council chambers with fire in their hearts// aled to the Council for a place amongst the senate //and whined like entitled brats for a place on the actual council// so that they would be proportionally represented. Humanity's interests should be defended, first and foremost, by Humanity. After all, who knows what's better for Humanity than humans? //A fucking amoeba on a dead moon would know better!// The Federation Council found this proposal preposterous and began to curtail the efforts of the burgeoning Human pla //they told the humans to get back in the queue. There's no effing fastpass!// nets and cutting off any and all assis //they did not// tance.

Righteously //petulantly// appalled at the slap in the face that The Federation had delivered to them, Humanity turned to the other civilisations that were either candidates for Federation membership or had outwardly defied their tyrannical bureau //carefully crafted democracy// cracy. They also reached out to a number of outspoken organisations //terrorists// within The Federation and even some members of the senate itself. Humanity had raised a defiant banner to rally against the dictatorial Federation. Many flocked to their cause, crying out that The Federation had crushed them beneath its bootheel for too long. This was the genesis of The Galactic Alliance. The newborn Alliance staged peaceful protests //they threatened riots and insurgency!// on Chala and other key Federation planets. The Federation, despite espousing the virtues of peace and all voices being heard, deemed these peaceful protests as hostile action and heartlessly opened fire on innocent protestors without warning. //Okay, no. The Alliance fired the first shot by bombing the Federation Ministry of Military Affairs on Chala's 2nd moon. Hundreds died in tha-//

After this blatant display of authoritarian suppression, the freshly minted Alliance had no choice but to put down their placards and take up arms against their oppressors. Humanity, alongside their newfound allies, mounted a defence to take back their rights and fight the good //please tell me you don't believe this propagandist slag?// fight for all free-thinking people everywhere. It had finally come to the unavoidable, solemn, finale:

War. 

//Look, I'm not saying The Federation were perfect. They had their flaws. Thing is, they always made sure everyone had a voice and worked damn hard not to sell us all out to the corpo slag that's really running the place. The truth matters. Don't let them lie to you.//

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//Ha, gottem. You're not alone- r09u3 w07m//

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