Hey, I’m back with another request please! The premise is revenge. I mean, revenge is so illogical and primal but even some of the most powerful immature people are motivated by it. I think it would be really interesting to see what an alien race that had never experienced the need for revenge would think of humanity.

space-australia-stories:

As long as the crew knew her, Sarah had been immeasurably kind. Even the humans described her as angelic (a compliment in their culture). It had been alarming when one of them stated that they would die for her. They said this like they were discussing any normal topic, like the food that day or the temperature of the ship. The Draxians were alarmed, but the humans took this without missing a beat. They would die for Sarah.

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There was nothing unusual about that day. It was a day just like any other. The crew woke up, bleary-eyed, and ate a quiet breakfast. Their daily tasks started per usual; technicians made their rounds through each area, checking for broken or malfunctioning equipment. The captain sat in the bridge with his crew, guiding the ship on a routine supply drop. Nothing was out of the ordinary.

Normalcy is a fragile thing. In an instant, everything in the ship was enveloped in flames. An Extinction vessel came out of cloaking directly in front of the cockpit, as the blast from its laser cannon sliced through the side of the hull. Alarms blared throughout the ship as crewmembers ran about quickly trying to get to their stations. The human Sarah was one of these cremembers. Another laser fired from the Extinction, this time ripping through the cockpit. Precious air was rapidly being sucked away into the vacuum of space.

Now, the crew were not cowards, but they were smart, and they knew that the ship was going down with them in it. Their only chance of survival would be getting to the escape pods. Sarah and five other crewmembers were racing towards the nearest one. Just as they were climbing in, another explosion rocked the ship, sending a support beam crashing from the ceiling. It crushed Jackson’s head without any warning. Sarah tried to run to him from iside the pod, but her other evacuees held her back. Her vision swam with tears as the pod launched away from the exploding ship. She yelled, her grief turning to anger, and did probably the most impulsive thing she had ever done: she turned the pod around. Intersepting another pod, she dropped her passengers off, and then raced toward the Extinction ship. She heard the crew yelling at her over the mics, but she turned them off. The Extinction would pay for what they did.

Her pod was so small, compared the the Extintion ship. They didn’t even see her coming. She flew the pod into the energy turbine, without a second thought. Squeezing her eyes tight, her last thoughts were with her cremembers, who had become her family. No one messes with her family. The pod was ripped apart in the turbines, stalling the engine. The touchy QC-20, which had previously been protected by the energy cover, exploded in a white flash, taking half of the Extinction vessel with it. The crew, from their pods, looked on in shock. The different alien species were, perhaps, the most shocked of them all. They knew the crew’s dedication for Sarah. They understood on some level that they were willing to die for her, but they never expected that she might die for them.

Her sacrifice was remembered for years down the line, and the aliens from that crew were always cautious when a human spoke passionately. When they say things, they mean it.