Deathworld Stories

Content Notes: Political tension, mentions of past bio war/genocide, no explicit gore. Humans are Space Orcs / #HFY The Galactic Council is very proud of its records. Every Deathworld catalogued. Every extinct species archived. Every threat carefully walled off and forgotten. Humans of Earth? Level 13 Deathworld. Bio war casualties. Extinct. That's what the ledgers say... right up until a bored auditor follows a stray note about "human-factor" safety rails and pulls on a thread that unravels three centuries of lies. Earth is not a radioactive tomb. It's a thriving blue world with over ten billion humans, fourteen brutal colony worlds, and a hidden FTL civilisation that's been quietly integrating into galactic society for more than fifty years-under false names, fake species IDs, and corporate logos the Council now depends on. As the mask comes off in the Council chamber, ambassadors realise the "extinct" monsters from a Level 13 Hellworld are already running their freight routes, writing their medical standards, and saving their people from plagues and pirates. Now humanity wants recognition-as equals, not as a mistake to be erased again. The galaxy must decide: live with the Deathworlders already in their midst... or find out what happens when you try to exterminate a species that refuses to stay dead.

My first #HFY Story. An HFY Deathworld Tale. Maturity Rating: Teen, Mild violence, dangerous environments, implied planetary disasters When an unregistered Terran lifepod slams into K-472, a notorious Level 5 Deathworld, the Galactic Council panics. Their sensors confirm the worst: there's only one survivor on board, a twelve-year-old human girl. Bound by treaty and conscience, the Council scrambles its elite Hazard Response Squad to mount a rescue on a world where armoured veterans barely last a day. Acid storms, razor-glass forests, and pack hunters all race to reach the crash site first. What the Council doesn't know is that Aisha Morales grew up on Earth... a Level 13 Deathworld. For her, lethal weather, predatory wildlife, and the planet itself trying to kill you isn't a nightmare - it's Thursday. As stormfronts close in and predators circle, the galaxy's finest rush to save what they assume is a fragile child. Instead, they find a calm, sarcastic Terran pre-teen who has already built a defensible camp, outsmarted the local fauna, and is mostly annoyed about running low on snacks. In the aftermath, the Council is forced to confront a terrifying truth: humanity doesn't just survive Deathworlds. They call them home.

Teen (violence and peril, no explicit content), Violence, space combat, implied mass casualties avoided by extreme measures Vasiliki Ioannidou was supposed to be done with war. Ex-United Earth Defence Force, now officially "Custodial Services" on Andromeda Research Annex Sigma-4, her job is simple: keep the floors clean and the scientists happy. Let the Galactic Synod worry about politics and security. When the notorious Black Wave Corsairs slam boarding clamps onto the hidden station, everything goes wrong at once. Comms are jammed, the security grid is compromised, and a pirate strike team heads straight for Theta-Sector- home of the experimental Psi-Lattice, a research project powerful enough to crack worlds. With command hesitating and enemies already inside, the only person in the right place with the right access is the one nobody's looking at: the human janitor. Vasiliki still has her old UEDF exosuit, her mop, and something the pirates and politicians both underestimate- a Deathworlder's instinct for cleaning up the worst messes. When she unlocks buried human infrastructure codes and triggers a Denial Protocol that dumps an entire research sector into a black hole, the station is saved... and the shockwaves hit the Galactic Synod harder than any boarding torpedo. Now the galaxy has to face an uncomfortable truth: if this is what a janitor does when things go bad... what else are humans capable of?

TW: Death Life and Death rests in his hands. But when he falls in love.. how will he manage to keep his touch away from the girl he loves most? !!Original Story Idea!! Special Thanks to my friend Amara for helping me out with this! <33

Hopefully these oneshots will help me make more stories about my ideas later on. Enjoy P.S I do not own my little pony, warhammer 40k, halo, fallout, and star wars franchises as well as many more I may add...

"The gods of old are gone And so bleeds out the earth We've stripped her of her resources She has nothing left of worth" Olympus is ready to leave Our Earth, and the promise of hope is ready to leave with it. It blazed in the hearts of those who were torn down in the war. It blazes stronger still for those who continue to fight for freedom. Their bloody, burning past holds no claim to them. They have a plan from the gods. And their lives were defined from the moment they said "change" to a corrupt government. Because Legends stand for their trials. And they are the legends. ~ [Original Work] [Short Story - Prequel to 'Legends Cower'] [Started: 01/10/2019] [Finished: 09/11/2019]

"What happened to the legends? The many ruling high? Did they decide to kill us? Did we decide to die?" Olympus left Our Earth long after the hearts of man agreed that it was time. The world left behind, it blazes in the hearts of the young and imaginative who have grown up hearing tales of a future they could have had. But they can't change the past. They have the future now. And their future will glisten for thousands of years, long after they themselves are gone. Because Legends cower in the face of fate. And they are no legends. ~ [Original Work] [Short Story - Sequel to 'Legends Stand'] [Started: 20/07/2019] [Finished: 23/07/2019] [Re-Published: 09/11/2019]