On a barren world near the Fedota Strait, XiXi forces are believed to have established a the beginnings of a "Harvester colony" with the objective of capturing and cultivating a large number of living humans and other bipedal humanoids for consumption. The location of the colony just inside XiXi space near the Fedota Consortium, a relatively primitive yet peaceful inter galactic civilization was quite a concern. If established, it would be the single closet XiXi outpost to Terran space while also being very close to a major trade route. It could spell disaster for the Fedota people as well as cut off support to the people and colonies on the other side of the strait.
The Terran Alliance could not allow this colony to be established. But it was also important to make sure this event stayed quiet. Intel from Fedota spy ships reveled a small outpost already established with roughly 8-12 XiXi. The outpost had 3 modules, one looked to be a fairly standard XiXi living quarters, (designated "Mod-1" for the mission) another was clearly a reactor/power module,(Mod-P) and the other was believed to be supplies, such as food, water weapons, coms, drones, who knows, could be anything.(Mod-X) A small team of 8 Terran Guardsman (AKA Marshal's Guard, an elite special operations and security force) was dispatched aboard a stolen XiXi TBH-2241 light freighter and arrived in orbit 2 days later. Upon their arrival, they noted no major change to the outpost, though a small rover type vehicle was now parked nearby. Maybe the 3rd module was a garage..?
The freighter deployed the team on a shuttle which deliberately self destructed in the upper atmosphere after the team had jumped. They would then wing-suit under the cover of night to within 5kms of the outpost, Then pull their chutes at high altitude to avoid making any noise. Once on the ground, the would hike between 2 and 5kms and set-up to ambush the outpost the next day. The XiXi are nocturnal and cannot see very well at all during the day.
As the sun rose, the majority of the XiXi had retired to their living quarters, but two stayed outside apparently struggling to get some unknown peace of equipment to work, handing it back and forth. It was small and rectangular, maybe a radio? "Doesn't matter, they don't have long"
"GB" thought to himself as he switched the safety off on his suppressed .50 caliber anti-material rifle.
"Watchtower, this is Viper"
A voice said suddenly over GB's earpiece.
"Go ahead, Viper"
"Watchtower, dust the stragglers on my mark, team one is preparing to breach Mod-1"
"Viper this is Adder, Team 2 is ready to breach "Mod-p""
A third voice said over the coms.
"Viper, Cobra, Team 3 has breaching charge set on "Mod-X, standing by.."
yet another voice chimed in.
"Watchtower, clear to engage. Fire teams, breach on the second shot"
As GB fired on the unsuspecting XiXi, he noted how the action of his rifle made more noise than the report from the rifle, how to wind had fallen still, the way the shoulder pad pushed into him, the smell of surfer, and the sight of a fine, violet-purple mist behind each XiXi as they fell limp into the frozen, alien bog all registered in the >2 seconds it took him to fire on each XiXi. Though he had shot plenty of XiXi before, something about this didn't feel right.
"Two bugs down in the bog, Watchtower displacing."
GB heard himself say into the mic as his training kicked in. Moving back to his secondary firing position, he realized that all 3 breaching charges had successfully gone off and each team had made entry. He could hear automatic fire, but it didn't last long.
"Viper to all unites, "Neptune""
"Viper this is Adder, "Neptune""
"Viper this is Cobra, get to Mod-X" We've got a major problem here."
GB's rifle was now firmly pointed at the door of the module, expecting to see a XiXi solider with a plasma rifle come running out.
"Cobra, Viper, is the building clear?"
"Ughhh, yes? No!. I mean, just get over here sir!"
GB covered Viper team and Adder team as they moved from their targets to the unknown module. Viper teams leader entered first, and even at around 85 meters away, GB could hear a clearly audible "aww fuck!" coming from him. "What is it sir!?"
GB requested over the coms.
"Watchtower, Viper. We're done here... Intel fucked up bad."
GB ran to the module and entered out of shear curiosity. He noticed the look of shame and horror on the faces of the rest of the men. Then he looked down and saw it. XiXi children, about a dozen of them huddled in a corner shreaking like banshees. This confused GB at first, on RB3, they had mowed them down by the 100s and... "Oh my god"
he said audibly as he saw something on the table that just about stopped his heart. They were propaganda leaflets, dropped over some of the more neglected XiXi worlds by Terran forces. Promising a life of fairness and freedom to any XiXi willing to accept it. Not many had, as the XiXi are pretty damn unified. But a very small number have, mainly those who don't want their children to fight a futile, endless war.
"They were looking for our help, and instead we slaughtered their family in their sleep..."
One of the soldiers said, realizing what they had done.
GB turned and left the building, he had to know what was in the hands of the dead XiXi. After a short hike through the mud and snow, what he saw brought a tear to his eye. It was in fact a radio. One of the ones dropped along side the leaflets that was meant to contact Terran forces once they defectors had left XiXi space.
"Viper, Watchtower, are there any survivors at all in the other 2 mods?"
"Unknown, Watchtower, doubtful.. But I'll have Ronnie check."
"I'm also activating the transponder, be ready for exfil in 15 mikes"
As the medic went to check to see if any of the enemies combatants turned murder victims were still alive. One of the soldiers suggested they cover the bodies out of respect, something they normal would not do for dead XiXi. "What would we use, Jack? Our clothes?... Ughh OK, find something, anything."
"I have this"
Another soldier replied, holding out a Terran flag.
"Yeah, fine.. line them up over here and cover them all with it"
another said, not looking up.
To The medics surprise, two XiXi were in fact alive but were in rough shape, both female. All the males, two females, and 1 child were dead. The two GB hit in the bog felt nothing. The high-explosive incendiary rounds with a tungsten core penetrator insured they were both dead before they hit the ground. But it was clear from the blood splatter and position of some of the bodies in the modules that some had not been so lucky.
"Our ride's inbound, 10 mikes!"
a soldier said over the mic.
"What about the survivors? Are we at least going to help them?"
GB demanded to silence. The group of men looked at each other, then at the group of wounded and terrified XiXi who had quieted down quite a bit.
"You know, they're kind of cute when they're little.."
the team leader said, as if he was trying to fill the silence.
"Little? You call those things little?"
one of the riflemen said, pointing at the XiXi
"That's what I'm saying, the shuttle can't take all of us and 14 XiXi, the children are almost as big as we are."
"Well then tell them to send another!"
"How? This was an extermination, not a rescue. We have no direct coms with the Navy. They're only sending a ship big enough for us!"
"If I recall, they never said what kind of shuttle it was going to be, maybe it'ss be big enough."
GB said, hopefully. But the team leader had a look in his eye, and GB knew what he was planning to do.
"If you do what you're thinking about doing, none of us leave here"
GB tightened his grip on his massive rifle.
"Are you fucking serious!? They're XiXi! You were on RB3! How could you even think to threaten me over them!?"
At this point, GB began to remember the horrors he saw on RB3 and for a brief moment, considered shooting every last one of them himself. But this thought passed when he remembered what CJ-V had once said to him. "We're not better because we say we are, we're better because of our actions."
Before tensions could biol over, the sound of a sonic boom filled the air.
two separate soldiers said simultaneously with glee.
"It's a damn Stinger!"
GB laughed out loud. The AT-99 Stinger is an FTL, stealth heavy gunship based on the T-99 Mud Dauber. roughly the size of a C130. "Looks like you got your way."
The team leader said to GB, patting him on the back semi-sarcastically. As the ship landed, the huddled XiXi were looking to the Terran forces with a look that said "Please, don't leave us." Even though the XiXi are incapable of speech, their facial expressions convey basic ideas and emotions to humans quite effectively. Among themselves, they use a form of hormonal-telepathic communication. Anything more requires a computer interface.
With the rear door open, and the team on board, Viper turned and gestured to the XiXi defectors, signaling them to "come on." To which they promptly did, they moved so fast that they were shoving and climbing all over each other to get on board.
Once on board, they were basically told to stay in one corner, while medical aide was given to the two wounded adult females. They were taken back to a heavy cruiser waiting in the Fedota Strait. Which then took them back to the core systems to be evaluated and assimilated. Some can do alright in Terran society, some just can't and usually end up in prison. Since the XiXi on this occasion were so young, most of them actually were able to adjust and went on to live somewhat "normal" lives. However 2 few did try and defect back to the Empire once they were grown by stealing a freighter and attacking a Terran warship.. They didn't get far...
A few notes:
"GB" = "Ghillie Bro". A reoccurring character who's face you never see and is literally ALWAYS in some kind of camo suit. He's a former Marine Scout Sniper turned Guardsman. The name "Ghille Bro" itself actually is an inside meme with me and the people I play PUBG with. Whenever there's someone in a Ghillie suit, that person instantly becomes a "Ghillie Bro." (I.E. "I got a Ghille Bro by the rock at 170 across the street") It started when some guy in a Ghillie suit plebbed on killing us so hard, we still talk about it. I've seen bad, and I've seen not even trying / trying to loose. This guy was trying to win and was still SO bad it started an internal meme.
"Neptune" = The call-sign for "mission accomplished"
"Watchtower" = GB's callings
Viper, Adder, and Cobra. = team names + leaders call sign.
Stuff mentioned (limited, too much to list lol)