A: You used several anti-matter bombs to decimate the planet to the core?
screen shows a sunny afternoon of a lush forest with bright purple fauna
A: You destroyed a beautiful habitable world
B: Sir... this isn’t a recording... this is a live feed... -- Anon Guest
There's nothing like an anomaly to fascinate anyone who encounters it. When the world refuses to work according to expectations, the questions instantly arrive. Why? How? What can be done to break this back to normal? And of course: Do we really want to?
The Hagyroph were worshippers of Death, and their favourite occupation was wreaking havoc with any unworthy species. Otherwise known as everyone else.
This latest target was confounding them simply because their favourite method was not working. They'd carpet-bombed this idyllic little world of unworthy heathens with a hefty load of anti-matter bombs. There should have been planet-shattering kabooms. There should be a smouldering ruin of a planetoid remaining in orbit. Should, as some say, is not is.
The planet was still a blue-green marble spinning in space. Peacefully in its orbit around its sun. All inhabitants still going through their peaceful lives without enjoying the sweet embrace of nullifying annihilation.
The Hagyroph captain stared at the drone footage of a beautiful world that was a paradise in the mortal realm. In strict defiance of their faith in both Death and anti-matter bombs. The questions flooded their mind.
The obvious, and easy solution, was that this planet had the blessing of a better god. But that lead to the illogical question of what kind of god could be more powerful than Death. The captain ignored that question and its followup.
Therefore, they had to be cheating somehow.
Since anti-matter wasn't an option, they girded their armour and grabbed the nearest weapon. They charged down into the most populated area... to be greeted as heroes.
Cheering. Flowers. The feast. The whole works.
The Hagyroph had solved their energy crisis with their entire stock of weapons. They then offered all kinds of boons in trade, including their local delicacies.
They took the delicacies as spoils of war, and didn't indulge until they were well away.
On the plus side, their god visited them at their feast, because one species' delicacy is another's literal poison.
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