Humans baffle the Galactic Confederacy. They turn everything into some kind of challenge. Keerstii have lost flying races to humans wearing various flying apparatuses and they are physically built to fly; Rhaan have won most of their endurance contests but lose agility nearly every time; Phyrxians maintain a fairly even win-lose ratio over what humans call free running.
And that’s just it: everything ends up as a challenge of some sort when humans get involved.
“First one across the finish line wins!”
“My clothes are better than yours.”
“Let’s see who’s got the better jokes!”
“I bet I can kill more of these fuckers than you!”
The worst part? Humans are so adaptable that their win ratios always seem to be increasing. It’s like they don’t know the meaning of peace. They always want more, better, faster, and they’re never satisfied that enough’s enough.
When the GC falls into a war with other space-faring people, humans turn that into a competition, too, and the next thing anyone knows, half their enemies are dead and the rest have surrendered. This quickly turns into, “You can’t make friends with those assholes,” and of course someone takes that bet. Humans! (The terrifying part is that they win that bet and now the GC has a new section of space to maintain, all because humans think can’t means I dare you.)
Only some humans are that way.
Of course, all it takes is some humans.
Humans vs. Aliens: the Competition
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Steel Phoenix Studios 