The humans were having a rave. The music was old-fashioned techno music as one would hear in the pre-shattering era known as the 1980's and 1990's. The music flashed, many had glow-sticks, the dance floor flashed colors and there were bright, but harmless, laser lights. And a Vorax raiding party, landing on the planet, stumbled into the rave by accident.
Just in case someone's not been to a rave or heard rave music at it's most wild, basically - it's this, but a lot louder with a lot of heavy bass due to the types of speakers they use.
-- DaniAndShali
Party planets were thought to be soft targets. Why not? They had lots of resources, lots of financial boons, and lots of wealthy people to ransom for more goods and financial benefits. It should have been an easy raid.
'Should' is not 'is'.
They landed to surround a high cluster of the population, armed, armoured and ready to conquer. They blasted open the doors, and were immediately blasted by what was inside. Weapons-grade sound, irregular flashing lights, nauseating combinations of unnatural colours... and the people within were gyrating around in seemingly impossible ways. It looked like they were suffering from intolerable spasms. To a casual observer, it looked like they were narrowly missing each other in a wild, aimless combat.
But they were also smiling...
The Vorax had encountered Humans before. The ones they had stories about were armoured badasses in fully-equipped livesuits and the occasional angry specimen armed with whatever they could grab and an attitude born of nothing left to lose. Of the two, the latter were more dangerous. This had lead to two axioms among the Vorax.
There's nothing more dangerous than an unarmed Human, and, There's no such thing as an unarmed Human.
These were unarmed, unarmoured Humans, wearing as little as possible and only possessing access to shiny objects and some very interesting pharmaceuticals. Some heavy objects in the room scanned as beverage containers, and were heavy enough to be a considerable projectile if the mood changed. There was also some sparse furniture, and the Vorax had gone in against Humans using furnishings as weapons before. The few survivors told the tale.
There were two options: run away... or put their weapons down and join the party.
Hells, some of the intoxicants the Humans were using would be a pleasant trip for the Vorax.
G'kraw, the leader of the raid, looked to his crew, and to the nearest sub-chiefs under his banner. The unspoken agreement reflected a Human axiom they had managed to glean from transmissions. If you can't beat 'em... join 'em.
They rendered their weapons inactive, put their guns into lockers, and started dancing.
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