The comments from you both make me want to turn it into a prompt.
A haven world the humans turned into a massive farm planet with tons of crops and lots of well-kept and cared for farm animals. Heh, and that "small amount"?
"We just want around 2% of the total harvest to feed the needy in return for this, if that's ok?"/"Only 2%? Hell take 5%!"
"You sure? That's a lot."/"It's only 5% of the total harvest, not as much as you think"
And the Gyiiks end up having to call in a huge number of ships to help haul away that 5%, which is enough to feed several planets worth of hungry. :-)
internutter: The Humans definitely do not mind. Totally worth it.
@internutter/challenge-04616-l232-disaster-relief -- Anon Guest
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No matter what, a deal is a deal. Humanity had spent centuries causing wars with their eternal enemies - other Humans - by going back on their words. There were large groups of Humans who had learned from the endless echoes of history[1].
The people of "Bread Basket" said, "Take five percent," and they meant it.
The math was simple. Miss out on five percent of the harvest with help or miss out on most of it without. The thin population of "Bread Basket" could only harvest enough to maybe seed the fields the next year. If they worked to the point of exhaustion for every waking hour they had.
So they let in all the help that offered, knowing that five percent was way less than they expected to lose under normal circumstances.
They never expected to have the whole planet harvested. It was, as some were wont to say, a Christmas Miracle. Though it was nowhere near any of the known UFTP Christmasses[2].
"Bread Basket" had more than enough grain to seed their fields, feed their families, and export to the rest of the Alliance. Minus the five percent to the Gyiik.
There were very few complaints about the whole deal, all in all.
And the people of "Bread Basket" turned some of their profits into a Temple of Nyomnahm at their main spaceport. Gratitude has a thousand ways of being known. In this case, it was a clear indicator that the kind of kindness that saved a world would always be remembered.
[1] Unfortunately, there's just as many Humans who think they're too special to make the exact same mistake they're making all over again.
[2] The United Fellowship of Terran Planets is a loose congregation of Human colonies that due to: shenanigans with deep-time wormholes, different orbital periods and one or two megalomaniacs, have asynchronous calendars. It is possible, with the right travel schedule, to celebrate Terran Christmas throughout the Galactic Standard Year.
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