Re: A question on Mishhuvurthyar Colonization
Melisson laughs from her seat, flings again the yamataian forearm she was nibbling on and leans forward, eyeing the people reading this thread.
"Actually, dealing with ground forces is ridiculously easy," she giggles, using her fingers to wipe the blood clean from her lips. "I have one of my warships go in, make it use its scalar arrays to stun the populace, and then I send in my Mishhuvurthyar warriors to hunt."
The pink skinned woman chortles as she licks her fingers clean. "Psionic compulsions can help... persuade organized resistance to break down. We can sow paranoia by infesting friends of the defenders with our parasitic offsprings." With a smack of her lips, Melisson finished cleaning herself and enjoin her hands together, interlacing her fingers before resting them both over her lap, just where her babydoll dress' hem ends. "We Mishhuvurthyar aren't necessarely just brutes, you know. We could know of all your delightingly simple plans to oppose us just with Ghost Mishhuvurthyar lurking around your leader silently, stealthily - hearing your words and your thought - then, your clever little traps aren't traps, but new games we can torment you with."
The humanoid interpreter chuckled, her long and wavy crimson hair stirring over her back. "You shouldn't underestimate our desires to turn you into our helpless little playthings... or, when we must think of more practical things... incubators or food. We have patience, we have guile and we do not fear pain... we enjoy it - especially when you can share it with us! We are many, but then, what are our lives before the pleasure it brings us to be able to snuff out your hopes when they shine so brightly."
"Ah, but not snuff them out entirely," Melisson amends. "There is no fun in dominating if we end up with nothing to dominate. We choke your hopes... just enough to bring out your suffering, but not enough to crush you entirely. We leave some embers of those hopes, that will to defy, to rise against adversity, and let you get back up so the flame can live on -- all for the purpose of playing this game again until..."
Melisson pauses, thinks and smiles as she adds: "...until we tire of it, or until you break. All good things must end eventually, after all." She points to a volumetric display, showing the map of charted space. "Or are you still deluding yourselves into thinking you can still win at this point? Ask Yui, ask Hanako: they know. They will tell you the things you wish to hear, but their eyes will speak more eloquently than their words. They go through the motions of living, knowing their time is drawing short."
"They do," She nods. "Hope is, after all, the denial of reality. The self-delusion that a better future is still possible. The little carrot dangling before you to keep you going, to keep you from thinking about your frail sense of mortality, from feeling the dread of your consciousness not being an enduring thing, from the fear that one day... you will end."