No More Rebellions

"Are you watching this, human? Of course you are," he said, his mind's voice slithering into my head, breaking up my thoughts. His control of my nerves was absolute, locking my limbs, head and eyes in place. I had no choice but to kneel, and watch.

"This is what happens when filthy little humans rebel," he said. His long saurian maw slowly parted into a gleeful grin revealing lacerating teeth. "This is what always happens."

The Archa raised and outstretched his right arm with casual indifference, as though pointing the way to some far off place. At the end of this solid muscular limb unfurled his index finger, and a dull, hazy, orange light appeared an inch from the tip. The intensity of its brightness steadily grew until it was stabbing at my retinas.

I wanted to scream for him to stop. That we were sorry. That I was sorry. That we'd never resist again.

"Too late, ape. You should know by now the price of insubordination," he said, his voice smothering my thoughts even as he read them.

A dazzling beam of orange light flickered and strobed as his arm moved faster than I could observe, pointing at, then putting a hole through, each and every evac ship as they tried to make their escape. It took only a second, maybe less, for all seven to become exploding, billowing clouds of smoke and fire, raining down burnt shrapnel and charred bodies beneath them. Everyone I had promised freedom to, from the tyranny of Archa domination, was now dead.

He turned his head to side-eye me with a glowing amber iris, his smirk so stark against the backdrop of death and destruction.

“That was a mercy. Be thankful we Archa practice swift discipline. If it were the Nothor you’d tried this with, they’d have hunted and slaughtered you all for sport,” he said.

He turned upon a sleek digitigrade foot and gracefully strolled passed my left shoulder in all his unabashed casual nudity. The spiced scent of his mountainous, muscular body percolated through my nose as he approached, threatening my lucidity. Reaching a finger out as he passed, he traced its velvet tip through my hair where I instead expected it to go through my skull.

"Once I return usage of your nerves, you shall be free to leave here," he said in my head. "But you'll never be free of us, or me. We'll be seeing each other again, very soon."

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the event referenced in this, i guess: https://e6ai.net/posts/165190