Hfy Stories

Near the bottom of the gorge Mavrek could see the wreckage. It was indeed the remains of an escape pod. He approached cautiously, picking over the loose rocks one at a time. He wondered if the creature inside was dangerous and prayed it would not attack him. He clambered to the bottom of the gorge. There was an unsettling sound emanating from the pod. It was a very high pitched wail that continued on far longer than it should have. Steeling himself, Mavrek took a breath and opened the pod's damaged door.

An an ambitious Space Opera in the spirit of the bygone era of Pulp Fiction and the best of HFY In the Galactic Council, absolute, unquestioning obedience is the golden rule that's ruthlessly enforced. When mankind first reached for the stars, they encountered a galaxy that was at once familiar and far stranger than anything they thought possible. In a universe where mythological beings such as elves, orcs and demons, were discovered to be very real alien civilizations, the children of Terra soon had to learn the hard way that being the newcomers to the galactic scene, meant being at the bottom of the totem pole. With Earth now a cold, dead husk and the remnants of humanity brought fully under the High Table's rule, mankind had to learn how to navigate the convoluted politics of a galaxy dominated by an ancient and inflexible macrofeudal order, where any hint of disobedience is ruthlessly stamped out. Decades later, as a struggle for the throne erupts at the heart of the oldest and most powerful of the galaxy's civilizations, an alien princess looking to obtain an advantage by recruiting the Lesser Species to her cause, finds her fate intertwined with the enigmatic and ambitious human warlord that somehow managed the impossible feat of forming a shadow government which ended a long and bloody civil war, reorganizing the remnants of his scattered species into something resembling an empire that now leads the very same political alliance who's resources she is looking to secure. With all the Great Houses now maneuvering to exploit an opportunity to expand their influence at her expense, the heiress to the Phoenix House must now rely on a resurgent humanity that has its own designs for the future of the galaxy and the dangerous, scarred man who's own ambitions extend far beyond what anyone thought possible. And the galaxy will have to learn that while mankind might have been bruised and bloodied, its spirit never broke...

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.

In a bleak galaxy, the ancient race of Men is no more than a myth, and Mankind's Domain is only a loose collection of races that still consider themselves related. Tentacled monsters are bringing destruction to the space elves; will their warlike cousins from the tombworld of Earth be able to do something?

Izuku Midoriya was diagnosed as quirkless at the age of four, though MRI scans indicated he was under the continuous influence of a mental emitter Quirk. He dreams of twisting galaxies and infested stars, of a poison spreading through reality that sees him. He slips out of his mind into a place beyond fathom and time composed of winding strings built from the intestines of forgotten gods, only to realise he's foretold another inkling of prophecy. This boy with his double jointed pinky toe has no Quirk; but what if he has something more? (Warhammer-ish + My Hero Academia Crossover)

Terrans are not the strongest species in the universe. They are not the fastest species. They are most definitely not the smartest. But Terrans are the loneliest, willing to befriend anything that moves and several things that don't. After humanity nearly made themselves extinct with a "Terran brand oopsie"™, trillions of Terrans awaken from stasis and set themselves upon a Galaxy teeming with alien life, each writing their own story among the stars. Stories of compassion, of anger, of revenge, of justice. Stories of the clever and stories of the downright stupid. But mostly the story of Terrans looking for the one thing that all beings desire: Friendship amongst a lonely universe.

The beginning of the Battle For Earth signaled the start of the final, bloodiest campaign of the Human-Covenant War. Hastily, a plan is put into motion and an Ark Fleet, composed of a dozen Phoenix-class vessels and their escorts, makes the jump out of system. Either interference, or malfunction, causes their arrival to a new Galaxy, where new threats lurk just around the corner. (Thanks to Murcury on the Discord for the cover)

The Valaxi Empire has sent an envoy to Earth to accept their surrender on the Empire's behalf. It's supposed to be a simple diplomatic mission. What could possibly go wrong?

For millions of Years, the Reapers have tormented the galaxy. Races caught within and outside of its trap have been swept aside. Yet one race survived, and aided Humanity in their future. Now leading a Coalition of races against the Citadel Council, Humanity must deal with enemies, new allies, and a planet full of dangerous monsters and hormonal children with superpowers. Times are changing, and War is imminent. Wait what was that last part? Note, I don't own anything from Stellaris, mass effect, or RWBY. I only own my OCs.

Based on SpacePaladin's "Nature of Predators". Based on my oneshot Against the Herd - Predator Fever Crossover with /u/Eager_Question's Love Languages ----------------- Kurlek is the face of the hit independent news show "Against the Herd", providing the rational well reasoned anti-predator takes required in world where Venlil Prime is filled with the new predator threat. Although the irony of stealing the format from the humans is lost on him, the fame and praise of his new celebrity status isn't. But when with the help of Alice, his human mentor, they uncover an actual story worth telling, how long will morals and journalistic integrity remain in the face of chasing ever climbing viewership numbers and fame?

With the discovery of humanity, came a question, should they be brought into the galactic community?

The Year is 5176 and the Kna'ak is fighting a fearsome enemy. An xenophobic fanatic empire tries to destroy or enslave all alien life in it's way. One day they fight a losing battle against this enemy and as a last resort they blind jump through the galaxy not knowing what monsters they will find.

From the universe of the Nature of Predators by Space Paladin comes the story of a human teen Chris Evans being adopted by Venlil onto Venlil prime. However not only that he has autism and must try to live on this new world with all new challenges in store for him. Watch as he makes new friends and new experiences.

Just my version of the HFY stories on imgur and reddit

A Short story about Humans and how they handle adversity

On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light In flames of death's eternal reign, we ride towards the fight When the darkness has fallen down, and the times are tough all right The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel, through the wastelands evermore The scattered souls will feel the hell, bodies wasted on the shores On the blackest plains in hell's domain, we watch them as they go In fire and pain, now once again, we know So now we fly ever free We're free before the thunderstorm On towards the wilderness, our quest carries on Far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight Deep inside our hearts and all our souls So far away, we wait for the day For the lives all so wasted and gone We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days Through the fire and the flames, we carry on -The Firefighter's Ballad ~~~ When all hope seems lost as you are surrounded by flames, your life is on the line yet there's nothing you can do, who is there to save you from dying the most excruciating death known to man? Look no further than to the person with a bright turnout coat, a wide-brim hat, and a red fire axe, who is always ready to jump into melting temperatures to save lives. And among these heroes in bright coats is York 'Fridtjof' Nansen, a Senior Fireman of the Chernobog Fire Department. A determined, gruff, but compassionate firefighter, who does not let his age hinder him from saving lives, and kicking ass as hard as he extinguishes fires. Join him and his firefighter comrades as they struggle to survive day by day during the Reunion occupation, while they fight relentlessly against their occupiers, and fulfill their duty, through fire and flames. Regardless of the trials, tribulations, challenges, weirdos, and annoying sadistic white-haired sons of bitches they'll encounter along the way, they will continue to carry on.

It was a normal mission. Dismantling fighting rings was routine for M'staeng at this point. What was not normal was getting himself captured on one of those missions, but that was fine. H'kye killing him when she inevitably rescued him scared him more than anything the Homn'cli could do to him. It wouldn't be too bad. Of course, he didn't expect for the Homn'cli to have captured a fucking human, much less make them his cellmate. Sharing a cage with a species considered death incarnate wasn't how M'staeng saw his imprisonment going. Death incarnate was...surprisingly small.

There has always been a section of the galaxy closed off to all of the galactic Civilization. Known simply as the Montoken Region and encompassing 20% of the galaxy, no one has dared stray close to this region. It supposedly is home to monsters of all kinds, dangers straight out of nightmares, and even leviathans that roam the space hunting everything. It has been so dangerous that even the Reapers have avoided the area throughout all their cycles. What Happens when dozens of species, hundreds of civilizations, and thousands of different lifeforms evolve in the safety of this Region? Answer: They war against each other until an outside force makes them all work together. That was what happened, the Prethoryn Scourge forced the nations of the Montoken arm to work together. Now in 2900s, these nations, United under the Galactic Commonwealth of Nations, look to explore and expand outside the Montoken arm. They will encounter the 'powerful's, the misfortune, and those seeking to bring the galaxy under their heels. It's a good thing the Commonwealth has a bunch of Titans however because some people are going to need a laser down their throats.

A mercenary is hired on a dead planet for a rescue mission, and is enveloped in something entirely different.

In the world of Malterra exists eldritch abominations that corrupt the lands and the soul of an individual. Species endlessly compete with each other for resources, often erupting multiple wars. Though one race stands out. The Human race. 'Bickering upstarts' is what the ancient races describe them. Internal warring and backstabbing are in the DNA of humanity. Through inexplicable means, one man must shoulder the burden to unite humanity under one flag, one Emperor and one... Democracy?