@NotCuriousEnough , the first thing I thought of Vulkan from if the emperor had a text to speech device. We gotta hug all the friends.
It is a fun vision, but I see the newman more as protectors that are mourning over the loss of their humanity-senpai.
Also, OMAKE TIEM!
(English is not my first langue, I suck at grammar and spelling even in my native langue and had nobody check this so it wil probally me a shit show, LETS-A-GO!)
===Lamentations of a Missionary===
Lord Gar'dok sat in is office.
Thinking.
Pondering.
Lamenting.
High Lord Gar'dok was not a beautiful man, especialy in the standard of his people.
He was tall for a missionary, where most of his people barely reached an average humans chest, for him it has the reverse. His face tenderal growth was very limited, almost tricking most of his kin into thinking him a female (this had caused some akward conversations in the past). He had glowing yellow eyes, where the everage had those beautiful shining blue he craved (genetic manipulation was a mixed bag Gar'dok was not risking for vanity).
All-in-all, in his youth Gar'dok was treated like freak, making the man throw himself into his work to become succesfull man he was today. It was a wonder he had gotten a wife, especialy one as radiant as his Sher'tal (She never changed her name to Sher'dok as costumiary, something Gar'dok was not going to push, he was no fool).
Now...now he was never going to see her again. Succesfull...heh, what an idiot he was...is even.
For a moment Gar'dok wonderd why he was compairing himself to humans and then he realised. He wanted to be beter, beter then those that were pushing back against his redemption, his beter tomorrow, his destiny.
The missionaries were not always called that. In days not that long sinces past they were part of the holy Maldar Empire. However, they believed the emperors view of solar unity weak. They were offered the universe by their god! It was their destiny to conquer the universe! The other races were just a means to an end, servents born for their porposes. That thought caused them to banish themselves, to themselves the Missionaries, to spread the one truth.
What a shit-show.
At first, it seemed they could take their destiny. They landed on the humans earth, quickly conquering one of their continents (Merica it was called, if Gar'dok was not mistaken) making 'new york' the capital of their new empire.
They would enslave the humans and shatter their metal servants, atleast, that was the plan. That was their destiny.
However, the humans struck back with suprising ferocity. Even though they were hillariously behind in technology, they made up for it with tactics, inventiveness and sheer determination.
That and their metal companions. Entire ships destroyed by small squadron of man and machine without ships of their own. Ambushes were machines that were thought to be turned offline actived without warning (the first red flag, they ignored it. They were just savages...heh). Entire cities held with half the troops, be it man or machine.
In the end, they were losing. The humans could defeat them with half the man power. Not only that, their metal monsters were adapting, sending more and more terrorfying frames to crush them. What started as simple constroctors turned to an army metal beast tearing HIS people assunder.
In the end, humanity was seen as a curse. If the missionaries with destiny on their side could not beat them, then what hope had the empire if they could steal better technology?
Humanity was a sickness, so made a cure. The gift of Shall'Tot, the cure of the human curse, was created in secret. A virus that would destroy anything human on a DNA level, spreading with monstrous speed. Genophages were considered a war crime, but you can only commit war crimes on people, not a sickness.
That is what Gar'dok told his people, his wife, his childeren and himself.
They believed that with their masters gone, the metal beast would get crushed. That always happend in the past, why not now?
That was the problem, was it not? Humanity was not their master.
Humanity was their parent, humanity was their companion but their master.
After the humans died out, what happend next was...
A punishment from the divine. They had killed the lords new
favorite and now payed the price.
At first it looked like their gambit worked. Humans were windling and dying and the machines stopped fighting, weeping over human corpses (their second warning).
Then...they struck back. More terrible then ever.
In the past, the machines stopped to take care of their companions or to repair. Now they kept going, tearing and killing until their platforms were shatterd to pieces.
Through grief, they did the most terrible things to his people...the man that died...
He prayed for their souls, as that was all that the Narl'Tot (the curse of god) left behind.
Now, Gar'dok was in his citadel, as his people died and they stood for the last time.
However, in his hearts, he hoped that his final gambit would work.
They had rigged one ship to burst apart, sending one part flying towards the empire. The Narl'Tot would think it broken, but in truth, it would be an ark.
It would carry their elder (the past), their wifes and friends (the present) and the childeren (the future). They would warn the empire.
For the missionaries had angerd Shall'Tot and his wrath was metal.
Gar'dok grabbed the blaster and placed it in his mouth.
Would he go a coward? Alone but his soul in tact?
Gar'dok over clocked the pistol and threw it at the Narl'Tot that rammed down his door, causing it explode.
No, he would not die alone. His people were dead, but he'd take as many of these...new-humans with him.
Gar'dok grabbed his light spear and prayed for forgiveness.
He prayed for his wife.
He prayed for god to forgive the empire for his sins.