I don't own Genshin, but I sure wish I did.
This is also not related to Star Trek in any way, shape or form other than the ridiculous title.
The Federation's greatest mistake was crossing us.
They had stabbed our backs and spat upon our honor, wishing to claim our land and our people for themselves. They killed our men and raped our women and set the fires of rebellion upon us. They wished to see us fall and they cruelly laughed as we cried over our children. Betrayal is the most heinous crime in our Empire. And so, under the gaze of the Empress – praise be upon Her – we set out to cast the traitors into flame, to pay back cruelty with cruelty.
Their cowardly spawn had attempted to flee our Homeland once they'd learned what their Masters had done. We purged the plague of humanity from our beautiful Alqassam. Not a soul was left to tell the tale.
We slowly began purging, enslaving, destroying and burning our way through our own lands, cleansing them of the filth that lay within.
When we arrived at the Federation's territory, they attempted to plea and negotiate.
Too late. We would stop at nothing until we had completely devastated them. Surrender was not the answer – extermination was.
"We've finally driven them all the way back to their place huh?"
"Earth they call it, right?"
"Looks like shit, can't wait to see it burn."
The radio was flooded with the ceaseless chatter of my fellow pilots. We were tasked with destroying the few satellite weapons the Federation had around its homeworld to aid our soon to arrive transport and bomber ships.
"Hey Taarj, you were deployed for the entire Alpha-VI purge, right?"
I pick up my transponder to answer.
"Affirmative."
Another voice joins the conversation.
"You were on the ground forces back then, right? Hey, is it true humans are… kinda hot?"
I'm sure I'd made a weird expression just then. I answered with a slightly incredulous tone.
"Uh, sure, some of them are. What, you never seen a human before? They look like us, kinda. Actually, where the fuck are you from?"
"Alqassam, born and raised."
That explains it; the lesser races have been purged from the Capital some 70 years ago. Kid was born after that.
"Wasting your youth in an old man's war…" our squadron leader, the oldest among us, decided to join in on the conversation. It was rare for him to act so casually, "Why'd you come? Don't you have a girl back home? You should be making babies instead."
"Oh Sir, I wish... I'm a virgin, Sir."
Laughter erupts from the radio.
Same… but I will never admit to such a thing around these fools. My cool persona would instantly go down the drain.
Our leader continues talking once the laughter subsides, "Here's some advice: forget going after women in Alqassam. They aren't any good. Get yourself a wife in Alfayat, or Thall, even. They're nice and easy on the eyes, and they do as they're told. Now that's what's really important."
Empress save me.
Another pilot barges into the conversation.
"Ah! The boss knows what's up! I've got myself four wives. Perfect tens, if you're into the pale, blonde, blue eyed look. All you gotta do in Thall is flash some money. You'll have families selling you their daughters in no time."
"Do you like… fuck them all… at once?"
"Yup.", dude added a pop to his p, for effect.
"That's… kinda hot."
"Please don't give the kid a stiffy mid-mission. Thanks." before I can even set down the intercom, a ping in my radar sets me off, "Possible hostiles. Large ship."
We enter an intercept formation and approach the coordinates.
"Got visual, friendlies. No signature though."
Weird place for them to be in. I open up comms with them. Or try to. There is no response.
"Permission to engage?"
Being the 2nd most experienced on the squad, a lot of field decisions fall on my shoulders. And I didn't like this situation one bit. I answered the fire request.
"Negative, get back in formation, kid. Possible trap. Send the coordinates to HQ while I find us another path. Steer clear of it."
As we begin scattering, the lights inside my cockpit flicker and a warning pops up in the control panel.
I hurriedly report to my superior.
"Squad leader, possible malfunction or enemy attack, my weapon subsystems are disabled. Sending the log."
A moment of silence passes before I get my answer.
"Affirmative, see if you can recover. Boys, cover for him!"
Another ping on my control panel… No that's not just a ping, holy shit!
Someone erupts in screams over the intercom, telling everyone else to warp out into the previous sector.
Since when did the humans have this kind of firepower?! A massive energy signature completely overloading nearly every sensor of the ship is making its way towards us. I begin charging up my warp driver. The friendly signatures disappear and reappear one by one in the previous sector, in safety.
Just as I was about to warp out, the ship shakes and begins to be crushed.
Error signals blare from the control panel. No comms, no engines, no weapons, no shields. One of the cockpit panels comes lose and hits me in the back. It hurts like a bitch.
I'm dead. Dead at the hands of humans. Un-fucking-believable.
Moments pass, but I do not feel any less alive.
Weird.
I cannot see anything outside my own ship, all the screens are dead. I can, however, feel heat beginning to seep into the cockpit and a rumbling sensation that is very familiar to any pilot. I'm breaking through an atmosphere. Of which planet, only time will tell. The cockpit is painted with a deep red hue from the emergency light, the only functional thing on this free-falling piece of scrap. They really couldn't have picked a more distressing color, huh?
I brace for impact and close my eyes, offering my prayers to the Empress.
Inazuma's night sky had been set ablaze with a flame from beyond. No one knew where it came from; it had simply appeared from nothingness.
A pink haired woman looked towards it with a serious expression.
"Headed to Watatsumi, hmm? How unfortunate…"
Unfortunate for them, she meant. She was curious about the thing, whatever it was, but also knew best than to wish for interesting things to crash upon her homeland. Watatsumi though; that was fine. The world needed some excitement, after all. And if need be, she'd intervene. She had her ways.
"Miko", a monotone voice called for the pink haired maiden, "Where's my candy?"
A devious smile fell upon Miko's face as she turned to face her busty companion.
"Ei... I'm all the candy you need!"
Ei's resting bitch face remained nearly undisturbed, but Miko noticed a small twitch of her brow. With a vigorous twirl, she turned around and stormed out of the room, loudly banging the door shut.
"Cute."
Meanwhile, in Watatsumi, a young girl was… destroying her bedroom. Utterly thrashing the poor place.
"I'VE HAD ENOUGH. I HATE THIS, I HATE IT ALL! OROBASHI CURSE YOU ALL! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
She ripped and teared through books, scrolls and pillows, screaming bloody murder.
Today had been a difficult day. The war might be over, sure, but war was easier to deal with. The crops weren't growing, so she was asked for help. New bandits arrived, so she was asked for help. She had 13 exhausting meetings, with foreigners and Inazumans alike. She had to perform 2 separate rituals at the shrine and find a lost cat. Said cat had then defecated on her as it was carried, ruining her clothes. She lost her favorite photo of the Traveler. Her favorite book had gone missing, and her dinner portion was smaller than usual. Then, as she finally headed to her room to rest, she stubbed her toe on the corner of her room's door. When she finally laid in bed, a rumbling noise began growing louder and louder, to the point where her windows, as well as the rest of Watatsumi's windows, began breaking one by one. And to top it all off, that unholy noise came from a flaming ball of probable doom, headed straight towards her island.
The door to her room was kicked open by a young looking man with animal ears and a fluffy tail.
"MY LADY- I… apologies, my Lady."
"G-Gorou…"
He composed himself and acted as if had not just seen a half-naked Divine Priestess tearing her pillow apart as if she were a rabid dog.
"My Lady, that...thing is heading towards Watatsumi. Me and the men are preparing to investigate."
The "Lady" assumes an elegant thinking pose, as if she wasn't just violently murdering her own room in anger while only wearing her absurd looking fish panties.
"I see. Go ahead." she looks towards the wooden tiled floor and spots a page ripped out of a light novel. Its contents sound fun so she picks it up. "This should give you an idea of what's to come, should the worst happen. I'm counting on you, my general!"
The man nods and sprints away. The Lady hears him call out to his men in the courtyard.
"Negative. Energy. I need a dose of Traveler in me, hehehe… WHERE'S MY FUCKING PICTURE OF HIM?!"
She begins cleaning her wrecked room while sobbing before eventually passing out and falling asleep on the floor.
As for Gorou and his troops, they had been following the flame. It led them to Suigetsu Pool, where it had fallen into the ocean. They could tell because the water still boiled.
"General, what the hell was that?"
Gorou shook his head, and turned to the instructions gracefully provided by the Divine Priestess.
"Let's see… a riddle left by our Lady." he coughs into his hand as he softly reads out the ripped paper, "And they came in ships of steel from beyond the skies, bearing gifts of knowledge. Their skin was gray, their heads round and large, far larger than any man or woman of this land, almost too big for their diminutive bodies. They had told us they came in peace, and they showed us all the wonders of the stars. But we had been tricked. The price we paid was… far too large for us to bear. Far too cruel. So we fought. And we won. This is- it ends there. Hmm."
The soldiers begin to clap. The Divine Priestess Sangonomiya Kokomi possessed an unmatched intellect. To be able to convey her instructions in such complex, incomprehensible code to her general... simply brilliant!
Gorou had tried his best to understand.
"Men! Take position! We must be confirm if this visitor is indeed one of the grays."
"Yes sir!"
Minutes pass… and nothing happens.
"S-Sir-"
Gorou raises his hand and interrupts the man.
"Hold it. It's coming."
The ripples began to emerge soon after.
"Holy… it's here! The gray is here!", cried out one of the soldiers.
It's... not gray at all! It looks towards them with its glowing red eyes and… starts awkwardly swimming towards the beach.
The men spot a familiar, detestable instrument on the figure's back – something reminiscent of the Fatui's long ranged weapons. Gorou readies his bow and charges it with his Vision, just in case this guest started acting dangerous.
The figure, entirely clad in a black metallic armor, adorned with splashes of red and coiling tubes, rises from the water and staggers towards the soldiers. They all take a step back in the face of such a mighty foe. It's tall and vicious looking, like the Kairagi. Except… far scarier, and clearly foreign.
"State your identity!", Gorou bellows out, with his arrow ready to be released.
The armored creature stands menacingly and... simply falls face first into the sand.
One of the soldiers slowly approaches and pokes it with his spear.
"The beast is slain, milord."