Deathworlders Stories

Midoriya Izuku used to laugh when asked that thought-provoking icebreaker question in middle school: Would you rather be stranded on an island alone or with your worst enemy? Kacchan would demolish a deserted island, make it his bitch; it would be a paradise by the end of the week, Izuku knew. Of course, he'd want Kacchan there, even if it meant Kacchan taking out his misplaced anger at being stranded in the first place out on him. He'd reap the benefits in the end, he knew. And with no one around to be an audience, to interfere, their friendship might even rekindle. Oh, if only Kacchan was really his "worst enemy." That was silly middle school thinking, Izuku now knew, as a third year student at UA. What's worse than being abducted by aliens? For Izuku, it was being abducted by aliens with his long time nemesis, Shigaraki Tomura. When Izuku is lucky contestant number one to be chosen to be experimented on, he makes it his mission to make sure that Shigaraki does not meet the same fate. It's not super surprising when Shigaraki isn't grateful, but hey, it's a plan, and Izuku's sticking to it, determined to be heroic whether Shigaraki wants him to or not, whether Shigaraki trusts him to be or not.

When the Autophage Swarm pushes the Galactic Council to the brink of extinction, all eyes turn to the youngest, wildest species in the alliance: humanity. Ambassador Leila Moreno and Admiral Elias Rourke have fought a losing war for forty years, watching one world after another fall to an enemy that learns faster than anyone can adapt. But humanity has been holding something back. Hidden inside the gate network that binds a hundred thousand worlds is a secret human-designed backdoor: Project Damocles, a distributed "Sword Lattice" that can turn every FTL gate into a weapon sharper than any fleet. There's only one catch-Damocles can't run on automatons. It needs living minds to climb onto the blade and wield it. As the Swarm closes to two jumps from Earth, Leila, Elias, and millions of volunteers across the stars must decide what their lives are worth. To stop the Autophage, they will burn themselves into the infrastructure of the galaxy and learn what it truly means for a so-called "Deathworld species" to stand between annihilation and everyone else. The sword has always hung over their heads. Now, humanity is ready to take the hilt. Please Note some names have been borrowed from other #HFY because they were better names than I could think of. All hail their creators.

Rating: Teen (political tension, implied oppression, legal brinkmanship) Content / Trigger Notes: coercive governance themes, cultural suppression (non-graphic), political intimidation, tense negotiations. For a hundred years, the Galactic Council celebrated Humanity as a "success story": a once- isolated Deathworld species uplifted into the harmony of interstellar law. But the fine print kept growing. Treaty addenda became cultural mandates. Cultural mandates became enforcement. Enforcement became ownership. Then, without warning, Earth transmits a single, immaculately polite missive: Humanity revokes its own membership due to Cultural Irreconcilability. The Council panics- because the treaties were never meant to be escapable... and because the humans wrote their exit clause a century ago. And yes I admit it, I recycled names etc. from numerous other #HFY & #HaSO stories.

Content warnings: Genocide plotline, xenophobia, attempted mass harm, injury, panic scenes, political coercion. Rating: Mature. Three hundred years after humanity earned its seat on the Galactic Council, humans are no longer the newcomers. We're the ones who patch hull breaches with bare hands, drink stimulants that count as mild toxins to half the chamber, and run toward disasters everyone else runs from. So when the Council welcomes the Velnari, a pristine species obsessed with "clean worlds" and "perfect systems," humanity expects cold manners, not open hatred. The Velnari take one look at our small frames, soft skin, and "limb-deficient" bodies and decide we don't belong in civilized space. Behind ceremonial smiles, they begin a quiet campaign to erase the "Human Pest" problem. They picked the wrong prey. And yes I admit it, I recycled names etc. from numerous other #HFY & #HaSO stories. Genre: Sci-Fi • Action • Galactic Politics • "Humans are Space Orcs".

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. And yes I admit it, I recycled names etc. from numerous other #HFY & #HaSO stories.

Hello dear reader ! This story is a personal project of mine. It is a sci-fi cientific fantasy passing in the future of our galaxy, following the story and accounts of a human joining for the first time into a extra terrestrial tripulation, telling the experiences and happenings between them. My intention with this story is to have different perspectives and interactions from the characters, but it still is a sci-fi story following the theme "Death Worlders." . For those unfamiliar, it is a story and a theme where such "death worlds" would be considered unnapropriate to contain and develop inteligent species capable of developing FTL technology, also known as faster than light travel. These plates are cathegorized as death worlds because all of their aspects is hostile. In the example of earth, it is a classified by the galactic federation as a death world because it's climate, fauna, flora, gravity, magnetic field and geography are deadly. In my story, the humans aren't the only death world race of course, but these races are still rare, and in humanity's care, they are still somewhat of a recent addition to the galactic history. I hope to manage to write and create interesting interactions for the lovers of the genre. Please, feel free to comment your opinions, questions or even suggestions. Thank you very much for your time.

In the vast tapestry of the United Galactic Concord, Deathworlds-planets of unrelenting fury, where gravity crushes bones, atmospheres poison lungs, and life itself is a daily war-were believed barren of sentience. No species could evolve there. No mind could endure. Until a routine survey in the distant Perseus Arm uncovered the impossible: Humans. Occupying four such hellscape's. What happens when the galaxy's gentlest civilizations meet the apex predators of the void? Shock. Fear. And the dawning realization that Humanity doesn't just survive Deathworlds... they thrive on them.