From Idler to Tech Tycoon: Earth

Chapter 203 - 202: No Mercy
1 week had passed since the colossal Krill Imperial Armada, a force that had threatened to extinguish humanity, had turned its tail and limped away from Sol. The immediate, visceral relief across Earth had been immense, a global exhalation of breath. Cheers had erupted from every corner of the globe, particularly from the internet, which had witnessed the Krill’s main force arrive in the Sol System and believed it to be the end of human life. The sight of the alien fleet’s retreat, battered and broken, had ignited a fierce, defiant joy.

But that joy was a fragile thing, easily overshadowed by the scars left behind. The aftermath of the orbital bombardment was devastating. Once-vibrant metropolises across the Western Hemisphere—New York, Philadelphia, Houston, Washington, parts of California and Florida, Texas, Massachusetts, New Jersey, San Francisco, and many more—lay in ruins. Skyscrapers were reduced to twisted rebar, entire districts to smoking craters. In Canada, Mexico, Argentina, and parts of Brazil, the devastation was equally widespread. The casualty count, a grim tally that continued to climb, stood in the hundreds of millions, rapidly approaching into the billions. It was a victory, yes, but one carved from unimaginable loss.

In the shattered remains of what was once downtown Houston, a UEDC soldier, Private Regina Rhodes, knelt beside a collapsed building, her face streaked with soot and tears. Her comms crackled with distant reports of Krill remnants being hunted, but all she could see were the ruins of her home. The air still carried the acrid scent of pulverized concrete and something else, something metallic and alien – the lingering stench of the Krill. The cheers had faded, replaced by the somber quiet of recovery and the grinding reality of a world irrevocably changed.

Internet Reactions (Live Stream Comments/Social Media Posts):

@WeSurvived: ”THEY RAN! THEY ACTUALLY RAN! I never thought I’d see the day! #KrillRun #EarthWins”

@SpaceCowboy: ”Looks like those space lizards tucked their tails and went home! Couldn’t handle a real fight, huh? #ByeFelicia #NotSoToughNow”

@GlobalRelief: ”The fleet is GONE. I can’t believe it. We’re still here. We’re actually still here. Thank you, whoever fought them off!”

@MemeMaster: ”Krill fleet be like ’Ight, imma head out.’ ???? #PeaceOutAliens #NeverComeBack”

@HopefulFuture: ”From ’end of humanity’ to ’they’re retreating’ in a blink. This is the greatest comeback story ever. #HumanityStrong #Victory”

@Analyst_101: ”Unprecedented tactical retreat. The speed and scale of their disengagement suggest a critical blow to their command structure or morale. Fascinating.”

@JustAPerson: ”My house is gone, my city is gone, but the aliens are gone too. Small victories, I guess. Time to rebuild.”

@KrillWatcher: ”They came, they saw, they got their butts kicked. Next time, bring a bigger army, fellas. Oh wait, you can’t. #Owned”

Across the Globe, the hunt for Krill remnants was relentless. The UEDC and TRC ground troops, hardened by weeks of brutal combat, showed no mercy. The fact that the Krill Imperial forces had fled, abandoning their ground troops, meant one thing: they had lost. But that didn’t stop humanity’s slaughter.

In the ruins of a bombed-out church in Nevada, a squad of Spartans, their yellow and black armor caked with dust and alien ichor, cornered a group of five surrendering Krill. The aliens, their eyes wide with fear, dropped their crude energy weapons, raising their clawed hands in a gesture of submission.

”Na’kar-ak Krill’an-mercy! (Mercy!)” one Krill rasped, its voice guttural. ”Xy’lar-ak Krill’an-surrender! (We surrender!)”

A Spartan, his visor reflecting the Krill’s terrified face, raised his plasma rifle. ”Mercy? You came to farm us. You get no mercy.” The rifle hummed, then spat a bolt of crackling blue energy, incinerating the Krill. His comrades followed suit, their weapons spitting death until only smoking piles of alien ash remained.

This brutality, however, caused a clear division within humanity. At the United Nations, some citizens and politicians voiced their concern. ”Committing war crimes is horrible!” a delegate from a neutral nation pleaded during a live broadcast of the UN council meeting. ”We need to become an intergalactic civilization of peace and cooperation, not barbarism!”

But that didn’t stop the TRC’s Spartan regiments. Their orders were absolute: no Krill shall be left alive. In one instance, a UEDC unit, attempting to take Krill prisoners for interrogation, found themselves facing down a Spartan squad.

”Stand down, UEDC! These are our targets!” a Spartan commander’s synthesized voice boomed.

”These are prisoners of war! We need intelligence!” a UEDC captain shouted back, his rifle raised.

The Spartan’s visor glowed faintly. ”No Krill shall be left alive. Orders from the top.” The Spartans advanced, their weapons ready. The UEDC captain, faced with the Spartans’ unwavering resolve, reluctantly ordered his men to stand down. The Krill prisoners, their alien eyes widening in understanding, were swiftly executed.

Richard, addressing the UN Council, justified these actions with chilling clarity. His voice, amplified across the globe, resonated with a cold, unwavering conviction. ”Humanity will shred every ounce of sympathy against the race who enslaved us, who manipulated us for millennia. There is no need for mercy.”

He continued, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the delegates, many of whom shifted uncomfortably. ”The deaths of hundreds of millions, approaching into the billions, from their indiscriminate bombing... that was not a mistake. That was their intent. They saw us as cattle. If Earth is to become an intergalactic civilization, we need to show force. We are not to be messed with. Humanity must be prepared to dominate the galaxy if needs be.”

Most delegates, their faces grim, nodded in agreement, aligning with Richard’s view on human supremacy. The sheer scale of the Krill’s atrocities had hardened many hearts.

However, there were others who didn’t share Richard’s sentiments, preferring a more peaceful and cooperative resolution. Some even called him a ”Nazi” in hushed tones, a stark accusation that highlighted the deep ideological chasm forming within humanity. The speeches and the meeting at the UN were broadcast live to the internet, sparking intense, dividing reactions and heated debates online.

The Arc-9 Vault Assembly Chamber at the UN Headquarters in Geneva was a cauldron of simmering tension. The air crackled with the weight of recent history and the profound questions of humanity’s future. World leaders, diplomats, and military brass sat in their designated seats, their faces a mixture of exhaustion, grim resolve, and ideological conflict. The entire meeting was broadcast live, every word, every gesture, scrutinized by a global audience.

Richard entered the chamber, not through the main diplomatic entrance, but from a side access, accompanied by two of his silent Android Marine bodyguards. His presence, as always, commanded attention. Dressed in a dark, impeccably tailored suit, his pure white skin and silver hair were a stark contrast to the formal environment. His aura, subtly contained, still hummed with immense power, a quiet hum that seemed to fill the room. He took his seat beside the Philippine Ambassador, Lourdes Yparraguirre, a subtle nod of acknowledgment passing between them.

The debate was already in full swing, a cacophony of voices arguing humanity’s path forward.

”We cannot descend to their level!” Ambassador Vitaly Churkin of Russia declared, his voice firm, his face flushed with emotion. ”To commit such atrocities, to deny quarter to a surrendering foe, is to become the very monsters we fight! Humanity’s strength lies in its compassion, its ability to rise above barbarism!”

Ambassador Li Wei of China, a pragmatic figure, countered, ”Compassion is a luxury we cannot afford. Hundreds of millions are dead. Our cities are rubble. The Krill understand only force. We must speak their language, or we will be consumed. The survival of our people, our way of life, demands a strong hand.”

A delegate from a small island nation, his voice trembling, spoke of the psychological toll. ”Our people are traumatized. They seek vengeance, yes, but at what cost to our souls? Will we become a galactic empire built on the ashes of our morality?”

Internet Reactions (Live Stream Comments/Social Media Posts - during the UN debate):

@PeaceNow: ”This is disgusting! We are better than this! #NoWarCrimes #HumanityFirst”

@VengeanceIsOurs: ”They killed our families! Burned our cities! Mercy is for the weak! #KrillHarvest #EyeForAnEye”

@DebateWatcher: ”Ambassador Churkin bringing the moral high ground, but Ambassador Li Wei bringing the common sense. Tough call.”

@ConfusedCitizen: ”So we’re either space Nazis or space hippies? Can’t we just be space... normal?”

@RichardFan: ”Richard knows what’s up. You don’t negotiate with genocidal aliens. You exterminate them.”

@AntiRichard: ”He’s a warmonger. A tyrant in the making. Calling him a Nazi isn’t far off. #ResistSantamo”

The debate raged, a tempest of conflicting ideologies threatening to tear humanity apart even as the Krill threat loomed. Richard watched, impassive, letting the arguments play out. Then, he raised a hand, a subtle gesture that nonetheless commanded immediate silence. The chamber fell quiet, all eyes turning to him.

”Distinguished delegates,” Richard began, his voice calm, cutting through the lingering tension. ”Look around you. Look at the scars upon our world, the empty chairs in this very chamber. We have paid a terrible price. Hundreds of millions are gone. Our cities lie in ruins. This is the cost of our naivete, the price of our isolation. This is the first warning humanity has received in a galaxy far larger, and far more dangerous, than we ever imagined.”

He paused, letting his words hang in the air, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the delegates. ”The ’Dark Forest’ theory, once a mere philosophical concept, is now a chilling reality. The universe is vast, and silent. And sometimes, that silence is born not of emptiness, but of fear. Of predators. Of civilizations that see any emerging life as a threat, or as a resource to be consumed.”

Richard’s voice hardened, a steel edge entering his tone. ”Humanity is compassionate. We are empathetic. We strive for peace. But compassion without strength, without the will to defend ourselves, is a death sentence. Our first interstellar war has taught us this. Our descendants, if we do not learn this lesson now, may face the same war, again and again, until our race is extinguished.”

He then offered a faint, almost imperceptible smile. ”Yet, I am glad. Glad that there are diverse stances, diverse ideologies, and diverse opinions within humanity. We are not uniting humanity with a single, monolithic opinion, but with a multitude of perspectives, a necessary evil and a necessary good. It is about balance. A compassionate heart, yes, but also a burning sword. A hand extended in peace, but another ready to strike.”