Harvest War

Part 2

When the Reapers came, it was Spira they attacked first. To this day, I have no idea why. Whatever their reasons, their first strike took Yuna. While her loss devastated me, in a way, I'm glad. She didn't have to see the horrors of the Harvest War. She didn't have to see what I was forced to do, and what I'd become.

Spira, looking for culpability in the wake of this attack, blamed Konoha, and severed our existing treaties. As Yuna was the one who brokered peace between us, there were many who chose to honor her memory by calling her a traitor, and worse. Konoha even developed new slang commemorating their willingness to ignore all the good Yuna and Konoha had done for them. "As loyal as a Spiran" became a term to describe someone who was completely self-serving.

Disgusted and overcome by grief and rage, I left, and provided no military support to them in the coming war. It was a decision I'm not too proud of, in hindsight. As a result, Spira lasted roughly a week.

That week, I used to convert Konoha into a state of Total War, which meant that anything that wasn't useful to the war effort was ignored. Instead of producing commercial goods, Kajishin produced weapons. Instead of research to ensure our prosperity, Ganesha researched ways to enhance our military. Instead of colony ships and merchant vessels, Njord made warships. Instead of houses and apartments, Amenhotep made bunkers and bases.

It was not enough.

We constructed space stations called Star Forges, which could mass produce warships on an unprecedented scale.

It was not enough.

We developed a cloaking system for Jagan, allowing him to spy on the reapers, without them even realising he existed.

It was not enough.

I turned my full might against them, and Kurama's as well.

It was not enough.

Using jutsu and 'magic', we managed to eliminate them on a disproportionate scale. A single ninja was, on average, enough to take down one of their smaller ships.

It was not enough.

A turning point in the war, was when we realized, thanks to Jagan and Ganesha, what they were, what they wanted, and why they attacked.

They were a massive conglomeration of beings, forged into 'bio-metal' and turned into ships.

As such, each had access to a massive amount of chakra, nearly as much as a tailed beast... if they knew had to access it. So I issued an edict, one that I wished I had any alternative to. If any person knowing how to manipulate chakra so much as looked as if they were going to be captured… they were to be killed. Otherwise, they would realise our abilities wasn't 'the foolish mysticism of a primitive species', and in reality, was a major weapon. Better one person to die than force the rest of us to face countless bijuu-scale threats. Well, more so than we already were.

Secondly, we learned that they considered us 'ready to harvest' based on the fact we had the Fal-cie. So, I came up with a plan.

Part 1:By sending 'dumb' ships filled with refugees either with enough supplies to start a new colony, or to a pre-existing colony that the Reapers had not found, we could preserve our species. These ships were to carry no records on how to create Fal-cie or manipulate chakra, in case they were intercepted.

Part 2: Any new and existing colonies were to cease contact, in order to hide their existence.

Part 3: All remaining forces and Fal-cie, with a few exceptions, were to muster a massive counterattack as a distraction, allowing those 'dumb' ships to escape. It was a suicide mission, which I would lead. Gaara was to escape with the refugees, and continue the war effort.

Gaara protested, to the point where he refused to board any ship, much less a non-military one.

However, I managed to talk Temari into forcibly sedating him, and then Shanghai'd him.

Karma struck when the crew of the Omoikane, and Omoikane itself, did the exact same thing to me.

I have many bad memories of the war, but one of the worst ones was sitting, powerless in my escape pod, watching as my men and Fal-cie threw themselves into a fight they knew they could not win, just to buy the refugees some time to escape. Watching as thousands of my warships committed suicide-by-Reaper on my order, without even having the comfort of being there with them.

After they were all eliminated, the Reapers swarmed what was left of my home-world, looking to harvest the survivors, when a lone Exterminatus-class, waiting for this exact moment (again, on my order) fired its Cyclonic missile at my home, burning the land and boiling the sea, and turning thousands of Reapers to slag with it. It was quickly destroyed by the remaining Reaper fleet.

After they left, some to pursue the refugee ships they managed to detect, the rest searching for a new species to destroy, Jagan recovered my escape pod.

Together with him, I enacted stage 4 of my plan.

One cluster of colonies were to be manipulated to never develop much in the way of technology, and thus perpetually remain beneath the Reaper's notice.

Another cluster was to be developed from scratch, without any of our influence, in order to develop naturally. Any member of our culture were only to intervene if it risked complete destruction. It turned into a massive Galactic Republic, it's main world called Coruscant.

A third was slated to be developed in a similar way to the Galactic Republic, but many of the ships went off-course into inhospitable planets, with the exception of one, Earth. It was left to develop naturally, though some of our culture survived through word-of-mouth.

The fourth cluster was to be Konoha's survival as a culture, but the strange, almost warped physics of that section of the universe corrupted the Fal-cie made there, causing them to rebel, and as such, a lot of it's culture had to be remade from scratch. I dispatched Rock Lee to restore order, and while he was successful in reuniting them, the culture had changed into one that made Bloody Mist look like pacifists.

However, as much as I disapproved, it was our strongest, most populous set of colonies. They routinely held off or eliminated threats that made the Reapers look like a joke, but that was a double-edged sword, as they were tied up by those very same threats, and if they weren't, they would become the massive threat to the other sectors, forcing them to join or die.

I am the Sixth Hokage. To the humanity that exists today, Hokage means nothing, just a set of syllables. I am ruler of a world that no longer exists, and a culture that no longer exists. I would have stopped existing along with it, if not for one final mission.

Primary Objective: End The Harvest War. For good.

Secondary Objectives: None.