STORY BY LADYXGILEX

(Previously on Humans Are Spaces Orcs)

-WHAT IS HAPPENING?!-

(Present)

Darlo turned to look at the group of young adult looking around like some sort of lost puppies in the middle of a fire.

Well, that description was not that far out of the point.

- Shut up and take a weapon newbie!- OGrill screamed, taking out some outdated models of plama-rifles and tossing them to the confused group of young adults as if they were bread instead of highly dangerous devices.

-What in the name of...-

The group of young adult looked around, noticing that everyone was already half-armed while they were still completely lost at what was happening.

The third-age lady that was watering her plants just a few moments ago was now holding a machine-gun bigger than her arms.

A couple that seemed to have been having a date was now behind a flipped metal table, each one holding onto a very different type of weapon, with one having a blue glow while the other had a green one.

The store in which Darlo had been eating his snacks had turned onto a fully operational mini-fortress, with mini-canon on it is side along with the slightly glowing energy shields.

As for Darlo? he was eating a bar of chocolate that had apparently appeared of freaking nowhere.

- i would strongly suggest you to take some cover, they are near- Darlo spoke with a seemingly excited tone, hinting to several positions and corner where taking position seemed strangely too easy.

Why it seemed as if the entire Community had turned onto a whole good choke point?

As the saying goes "When in Rome, do as the Romans". The group began to run towards the empty points with good covers.

It could not be said that they were making a good job at taking cover, but all things considered, Darlo determinate that they were not a bunch of idiots.

The moment the final human took cover was the moment that the mechanical whistle of dozens of machines coming from the east was finally capable of catching the attention of the newer additions to the Community.

Darlo turned his eyes to the shinning gray points in the sky that were slowly becoming bigger and bigger as they approached, making themselves pretty obvious against the brown contrast of the sky.

Darlo had no idea how to describe the robots since they always came in different designs, some had dozens of legs, while others had different types of hands. But in all fairness, Darlo could not even explain how he was capable of breathing on a planet with a brown sky, so he guessed it was one of the things he should not worry about.

-why are they even attacking us? this Community it is not even worth that much and we are not in war!-

Darlo almost facepalmed himself, suddenly remembering a very, very small detail he may have omitted.

-Oh hey, Darlo here, remember when i said there were some half-bad stuffs to take into count?- Darlo made himself be knows on the common frequency, too lazy to actually change his communication to the frequency of the new ones - so you see, as a Plague Especies, any human outside of Earth or any of it is recognized colonies it is considered a Plague Specimen-

-That does not explain anything!-

-On simple terms, it means that each one of your heads, after making a few galactic conversions, are worth around 1.000 each one- an unknown voice took over the channel, Darlo recognized it as the Counsellor voice, whenever money was involved, she was sure to speak up.

- MY HEAD, WHATS?!-

Darlo cut out the transmission in the moment, he knew that that frequency was gonna be hell for the next few moment, and he could not afford to lose time with them.

Well, actually he could, but Darlo did not wanted to.

It took a couple more of seconds before the first of the Robots, that looked like the combination between a horse, a cow and cat with immensely big human arms landed on the ground.

-Humans of the Plague Community Tardina-1, this it is the Plague Control group 37 C we...-

Darlo stopped caring about the robotic voice after the first few sentences, he had hear that same speech every day, every week, every month since he had come to the Community, so he guessed that the Aliens did not had anything new to say.

Darlo was particularly most interested in guessing the bizarre design of the robots.

Why were they of different designs? would not that mean they were custom-made and not in fabrics? maybe their fabrics did different models?

However, how would a Alien fabric look like? did they made beer too?

Unlikely, but then Darlo started to imagine the taste of an alien beer, it should be too bad.

Maybe he should try to make an Alien prepare an Alien Pizza?

But if the Alien made an Human Pizza, would it be considered an Alien or a Human Pizza? that was...

-AUCH!- Darlo left a small scream of pain as he felt a rock hit him on the back of his head. Turning around, he noticed OGrill looking at him with reprochable eyes -...sorry-

- That is right, they are almost over anyway- OGrill said, one hand holding on his weapon and the other holding on a very small rock.

Why was he friends with him? he had a vague idea, but since they were about to be shoot at by a group of Alien Robots, maybe it was not the best moment.

-... Surrender without resistance and we will gives you painless termination!- the robotic voice called out, followed by the sound of their energy-based weapons powering up- otherwise we will be forced onto confrontation!-

Darlo let out a soft sigh as he touched the back of his hand, the small, coin-shaped device sank into his skin without causing any pain, the only sign of it is existence was the fain light under Darlo skin that started to move across his arm and towards his chest.

-Yeah, i have a proposal, why do not you guess gives us a free day of this, turn around and leave?- Darlo voice came even more powerful than when he screamed at the new member, walking towards the east side of the Community in order to face the small squad of robots beings.

As Darlo walked towards them, as series of small ripples of energy began to be generated from Darlo body, faintly generating the shape of a bubble around his body.

-DARLO!- The mechanic voice of the robot was replaced by a solemn voice, obviously the person that was controlling the robots from who-knows-where.

-Hey! Yoshi my good friend!- Darlo answered with a happy tone, opening his arms like he was about to try and hug the murder robot.

-MY DESIGNATED NAME IT IS NOT "YOSHI" YOU UNCULTURED BEING IN PROCESS OF EVOLUTION! EACH TIME YOU CALL ME LIKE THAT IT ONLY INCREASE MY MOTIVATION TO FINISH THIS TASK!!-

Darlo smile only increased as he heard "Yoshi" screaming at him, it had took Darlo a lot of effort to put the Alien out of his comfort zone and managed to make it scream at him, and it was something Darlo took much pride on.

-Well, you want to kill me anyway, what would be the difference even if you wanted to kill me just a bit more every day?- Darlo kept talking with a relatively relaxed tone.

Instead of answering, the robots pointed their energy weapons towards Darlo, making absolutely no attempt in trying to hide their intentions of finishing Darlo before even start to attack the Community.

- "King of the Plague" Darlo, you will be the first one to be eliminated today!- "Yoshi" voice was coming from all robots at once, even with his solemn voice, a trace of "anger" could almost be detected from it.

-Oh, so the nickname comes from that, i see, truly it self-explains-

Darlo ignored the comment of the newbies. He would have a chance to deal with it later on.

-Yeah, i think that Prince it is...-

Darlo words were cut off by the sound of a beam of energy piercing the biggest robot of the group, making it explote and throw away not only the robots nearer to it, but Darlo as well.

- GODDAMMIT PRINCE! - Darlo screamed from the deepest of his lungs- I WAS NOT DONE MAN!-

- Look you were taking too long ok?- OGrill spoke up with an almost tired tone.

Darlo could swear that he was already rolling his eyes, he did not even needed to look at his face to know he was.

- START OPERATION MODE!-

As the voice of "Yoshi" gave the order, the robots started to shoot against the Community, yet it was pretty obvious to even the more inexperienced person that most of their shots were aimed towards Darlo.

However, Darlo did not seemed to mind, instead he stood up, raising his arms of a clumsy fighting stance.

The group of new member of the Community looked with dumbfounded amazement as the energy beams seemed to smash against some sort of personal size energy shield around Darlo, protecting him of most of their attacks and even being deflected by the occasional punch of Darlo.

- How in the name of...- one the new members spoke up lightly.

They were the Plague? their heads were worth more than 1.000? The Galaxy was akin to a school and Humans were the smelly Kid?

Just one of those news was already mind shaking, but so many and one right after another?

-Yeah yeah, you are having a mental breakdown, good for you- OGrill screamed, shooting towards the robots- Would you mind starting to shoot already!?-

The group of Newbies looked between themselves before deciding to follow the current and shooting as well, doing their best to not get their heads blow up.

- Oh right! i almost forgot!- Darlo scream managed to get the attention of the group of young adults, but to be fair, he was tanking 90% of the damaged so it would be far more weird if somebody ignored him.

Darlo began to sprint forward heading to the group of robots, the faint blue shield around his body seemed to expand and take the shaped of something that it could not be easily described.

Darlo managed to get in front of one of the robots, he extended his hands and grabbed it is legs, making the figure around himself do the same.

On a display of otherworldly strength, Darlo raised the Robot with his hands and tore it into two, throwing one side away while he used the other to smash another robots that was unfortunately too close of Darlo.

The group of new members looked at Darlo supremely big smile like he was a madman... which was probably true.

-WELCOME TO TARDINA-1!-