A line from Pacific Rim.

“I’ve never believed in the End Times. We are mankind. Our footprints are on the moon. When the last trumpet sounds and the Beast rises from the pit — we will kill it.”

Curious to see what you do with it. – RecklessPrudence

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At first, shortly after the Galactic Community realized humans could be occasionally useful, there was a great deal of prejudice.

Which is pretty normal, considering that generations of trepidation had gone into previously avoiding the entire species.

So, inevitably, when it came to territorial war… there was one solution.

“Send the humans. It might help thin them out a bit.”

It was quite a shock that the humans were: (a) not thinned out at all (b) astonishingly and regularly victorious, and © thirsty for more.

Those who did more considered research soon discovered that humans had been warring for millennia with their mortal enemies… other humans. They got good at war through constant practice. The viler and nastier the enemy, the viler and nastier they got in return.

And they came pre-packaged with an overstock of dirty tricks.

Very few species considered torture at all. Fewer used it.

Only the humans turned it into a mating dance.

Which is how the Galactic Community came to its senses and forged the Pax Homo Sapiens. Briefly summarized as: stay peaceful or the humans will get loose again.

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