From University Graduate to Soldier in an Interstellar Conflict: I Got Isekaied to an Alien World at War
They sure took their time - a very, very, very long time. But after working at a sluggish pace compared to before, we brought the Bokel military base back to its former state. They gave it the title of Bokel External Military Outpost One. This was due to them never taking part in a war outside of their solar system. Despite their size, they were quite gentle. They would act on violence only when provoked.
Qualities like this were how the Makupuu chose the planets they wanted to lend their technological prowess. Ones who are self-centred, power-hungry, impulsive, and aggressive were not the traits they desired in a species. Peace, compassion, and humility – these were what they put in high regard; virtues that were the manifesto of their morally just society, and these were the same emotive features they seek from others. Without this, they felt a true sophisticated people cannot form. Death, oppression, and the insatiable thirst for power would take hold to not only conquer and destroy other civilizations, but themselves in the long run. No society can function on this as sustenance as their foundation.
All the opposite of what humans stand for.
Sure, there are individuals and small groups that are kind and respectable but we are too tainted to be graced with such gifts from a space-faring folk. If we did, we would try to kill said organisms. That’s not something aliens would want if they were so giving. It’s a cliche take on humanity, yes. But combine that with extra-terrestrial space flight, clean and limitless energy, and weapons that can make nuclear bombs outdated should not be in the place of the human race, for they would make evil of what was intended for peace.
Okay, that is enough degradation of the most barbaric lifeforms of mother Gaia. As one of them, I have to compliment my kind to clear out the malaise infesting my tongue, heart, and thoughts: the baseball game.
What can I say? It was fun, even with me having to keep track of the score for all eight innings, this worthwhile creation came to enhance the ties between two species – well three, but I have been here for so long that I can be considered a de-facto Gloup. Menaces of suffocation, nutritional deprivation, dehydration and many others are of no issue to them as locals; their bodies aligned to the climate from conception. Taking away the full-body protection that covers all my person, the Caxhels would either probe me or have the title of committing the first murder of someone from another plane of existence – a record many a Caxhel would boast with thumping enthusiasm knowing not one could surpass it. And even with these harsh realities compounded by ones harsher, I am one of them.
I hate them, but… I would be dishonest if I were to say that I didn’t enjoy their company, even if they were a wreck to my nerves, they are still my frenemies.
“Metal suit.” It’s Nosqouel coming to me for the seventh time in a day.
“What? Are you going to bother me to play some more baseball?”
“Of course. Such a fleeting game of runs and hits provided intense arousal for my senses.”
“I see. Maybe next time?”
“Come on, metal suit! I long for more of this thing you call “sport.”
“Can’t you all play by yourselves by now? We’ve played a bunch during our breaks. If we didn’t have so many games, we would’ve finished sooner. We should be conducting experiments regarding the combat applications of the levitation cables, but instead, you want more baseball.”
“But we need you. You are the one being that can keep track of the scores.”
“I’ll be a bystander determining the score as it changes. The mood for baseball just isn’t there for me at the moment.”
“Really? So the beings of your world don’t calculate the score using your minds?”
“No. And we don’t use slime to slide from base to base.”
“I know top-layered slime is not an aspect of your native reality… I think.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“I see. And I can assume they are not as capable as you in combat.”
“No. Even with firearms.”
“Firearms… There is so much about your kind that is intriguing. It would be of invaluable education for my species if you were put on display.”
“Display? Like a zoo?” I raise my arms in concern. Science may say I descend from monkeys, but I am not one to put on a show.
“Ah. More words I can hear but don’t know their meanings. The value of the translator inside of me can only be so high. So what is this zoo?”
I walk away.
“Where are you going, metal suit? Your dispensement of information is not yet up.”
Dispensement is a word? Well, it sounds like one. Maybe I can get it into the Oxfort dictionary if I survive this needless harassment.
“I said to stop!”
Its cables were constricting further movement. I was in trouble.
“Just leave the being to itself, Nosqouel.” Telliwouf came to de-convince its fellow Bokel of disorder.
“This is not of your concern.”
“It is when you are preventing the lifeform from taking another [ ]”
There it is again; that gap in their speaking – the first in days. Well, from what I can infer from this is that the frequency of gaps has not increased, which is good. I just have to figure out why my translator is acting like this.
“… can just please conduct yourself in a more or [ ] manner?”
Now it’s not occurring at the very end of a sentence? Maybe I should not have spoken such haste to the air with how it’s getting worse. Crap, they’re tightening. Looks like violence will have to free me. It’s isn’t letting up.
The cables then fell. I was free.
“Now with all that passionate fury subsided,” Telliwouf turned to me. “We can get to implementing the levitation cable modifications you’ve requested, metal suit.”
"That’s more like it!”
“You want us to test more cables?”
“Two is enough.” My glee should stay quiet for a moment more suitable.
The cabling begins! How exciting!