Yog

According to history books, the year 2019 marked the beginning of ‘the Exodus’, a period of time where Earth became the center point of inter- and transgalactic travel for extraterrestrials. Within five years, the populace of earth skyrocketed; a baby boom of humanoids, half breeds, hybrids and children of natural born ET resulted in the near exhaustion of all natural resources, and  the manual reforming of Earth by the United Nations, which had come to be known as the Congress of Earth.

With the assistance of ET tech, humanity was launched into a new technological era the likes of which had never seen.  The earth has been divided into four nation sized Metropoli.

My name is Janneth Allan. I am the son of Jason Allan and Thestrial Marenth. I live in the metropolis of Yog.

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22 years post exodus,

He stood there in all his ugly glory; with that pale grey skin, the nasty beady eyes that shone black against the light, long ears that seemed to twitch and swivel back and forth every now and again… my reflection is interrupted as the highly reflective bus pod travels away down the street. I pull my goggles over my eyes as the lights over the bus stop regained their full strength. I’m a quote, unquote “halfling”  Thestrial being on my mothers side By birth I’m called a Thestrial, a nocturnal bat-like humanoid; fuzzy for the cold bitter nights, the home planet placed precariously far from the closest sun.  . My mom says she and my father met during the Exodus. One year later, I was born, a surprise to my father, though I’m not even sure if *anyone* knew how compatible humans were with quite literally everyone.  So of course, being a half human I’m entitled to the naked skin, the weird beak-y nose, and of course in grown toe nails. Of course the Thestrial side of me gives a far-too-sensitive sense of hearing,  and some manic herbivorous appetites and extreme light sensitivity.

Of course as bad as that all seems it pretty much makes me a perfect  delivery service member.

It  is a quiet april evening, about midday actually. Clocked out, standing at a bus pod station, next to me is a Terrasque, a large red skinned brute, spines that hace been stripped back down onto his head , 8 foot exactly, his left arm had been replaced with an augmented mech arm, the cables extending from his tricep and connecting into a power pack secured to his back, another system of cables extending and connecting into the back of his neck; this connection made it so the arm functioned exactly like his organic right arm, I could see a set of recessed nodules, the creases revealing the defensive spines that Terrasque often used in fights,  The Kaien Race had, paved the way for bionic augmentations, or the humans did…they argue about who did it first, but they perfected it in perfect corespondance with eachother.

Standing to my right was a C’thulhuesque, well, that’s what they roughly translated them to be. A bright fluorescent blue skin that reflected even in the absence of light, tentacles that hung down low to the top of the abdomen, three digted clawed hands that looked to be the bigger part of their arms, and eyes as black as pitch with unblinking, lidless eyes.  Certain individuals have been prescribed filtered goggles for interaction with them. Full breed humans tend to be the more prescribed species, there was something about the C’thulhuesque that set off a violent fear response in humans, dilated pupils, screaming, self mutilation, of course the luckier just pass out on the spot. At first of course, most humans barely are bothered nowadays, oddly enough the more exposure you get to them the more immune you tend to become.

The three of us stood there at the platform,  the  bright lights filtered out by the goggles I wore, it had been mostly quiet today,the traffic zipping with the whirring of hover engines, The Cthuluesque has walked off, leaving myself and the Terrasque standing there silently.


The smell of burnt pork was the what hit me first. father always loved pork, and mother always burnt it, it was a smell I knew well.  Then the blood splatter, covered a large portion of my face, my clothing, then the human reaction. “FUCK!”  I recoiled  back as the head of the terrasque was reduced to minuscule bone fragments, and blood vapor.

The Thestrial instincts soon clicked as my ears swiveled toward the sound that echoed in the air.The sounds of a distinct “shit!” followed by a few clicks. my head shot up, several stories upward at the building across from the stop I saw the shadow of a mane a rifle being pulled back in through the window. I identified the gun as an ion accelrating rifle.

Common sense said, to stay where I was, to wait for the cops and do exactly as I was told. and yet I found my legs bending down, my arms spreading out as skin expanded, pushing out into leathery wings. Legs spring up, arms flap in one motion, and I’m moving swiftly through the air.