Horror! Colonists Attacked! State of War Declared!
From The Federal Gazette - Article written by Tul M'tram
On the planet of Surilia, a desert world meant for our kin, exists a species of subservient aliens who have been - for some time - tending our fields, cooking our food, and generally helping our rule over the planet. They are known as the My'hram to us and had a name for their kin before we entered their lives. When we arrived in Surillia, we found them wanting leadership and a purpose in the galaxy. We have given that to them and more, they are much healthier than when we found them and have been given a better education than they could have imagined before our arrival.
Their culture sees us as holy beings, descending from the stars to improve their lives. This is, of course, a great burden placed upon our kind, but we do not refuse burdens and have taken this mantel - the colonists treating their My'hram as a folk to be led and protected. They, in turn, treat us as their holy defenders. A strange predicament, but not one that we would try to change.
Eventually, though, some of the My'hram began to note that their Holy Masters, as they refer to us, have different rules and different punishments in their realms. This is, apparently, a large theological issue. The Federal government was soon told about this and began to work on a standard set of rules for this planet, to maintain our role as the native's holy rulers.
The rules were soon decided and delivered to each farmstead and city by an "Archangel" - Senator Jypa 'Tasov, who is from Surilia - with a theological reason for the change. This settled most of the problems that the My'hram had, in all parts of the world except for one.
On the Grand Plateau, which stretches for thousands of kilometers and holds a population in the millions, the My'hram were not accepting of the Archangel's new rules. They rallied, denying our rightful rule, and were subjected to the punishment that we decided for them - the removal of vocal cords. The leaders of the rallies were the ones subjected to that, the masses were allowed to return.
This was a mistake. Days later, the main administrative building came under attack by a group of My'hram. Later that day, a general revolt of the species occurred, killing many of our peaceful colonists brutally. The local militia was called up and was able to contain their massacres to the rural portions of the Grand Plateau, the cities and major estates being in the Republic's hands.
The colonists called upon the Federal Government to aid them in quelling this.
The President of the Republic, Ra'daan, soon declared a State of War on the planet, mobilizing an army and a naval group to head to the planet and deal with the rebellious natives. Their armor had been modified to look more divine to the My'hram and have been given the task of retaking the territory from them while handing out the proper punishment for such a crime. In this case, that punishment is a sacrificial death.
As I write this, many thousands of the My'hram have been captured, ready to meet their end, with many more still in open revolt. Our tools will allow us to know which of the My'hram did not kill or speak out against our kin to ensure that only the guilty are punished.
Readers, know this, I will be at the Temple of the Grand Plateau when the day of punishment occurs and will give you a first-hand account, instead of this poor excuse of journalism.
