Owl Alien War

Date: 8/29/2025

There was a ship I managed to get on. It wasn't difficult to get on. The guard at the door wasn't paying that much attention. A quick story and I was on. Then I was meeting people. Women. Friends. They might have been some equivalent of princesses. I liked them. I met a girl who I knew I'd marry. Her brother wasn't too keen on me. Maybe a species thing, though to be honest most didn't seem to notice my species. They were large fluffy owl type people. Sometimes I only saw people, sometimes I saw pink or pale tan colored owls. He was pale tan, and I called him family when we were arguing once. Said that since I was marrying his sister, he was my family too. That I was doing this for him too. He didn't listen, nor hear me. In fact he walked away, stormed off. But I meant every word. And I knew this culture. They took family loyalty very seriously. Anyway I was romancing my new friend, her sister too many. Or perhaps just befriending. I'm not sure. I was making nice and we were getting along. I did notice suddenly I was out of money. I decided I'd go work for some old boss, a different court, real quick. I went to the restroom, left to do the work, came back to kissing someone in the Jon. I smelled of smoke and I had no memory. Sometimes they took my memory after a job, if it was very top secret, so I wasn't concerned. I assumed I'd been in hell. And that I needed a cover for it. I said I was a smoker to my new girl. I'd quit years ago but sometimes when stressed I fell off the wagon. She was sympathetic. We chatted in the main room, it was a gala like it had been the whole time I was there. Not much time had passed while I'd been gone on that job, which I knew would happen as I worked for people who could manipulate time. Anyway, suddenly things turned bad. There were visitors, not royalty of our import, but leaders of some other people. They stood on the left raised Dias and there were three, plus the thirds "family." What appeared to be a child and a wife. The wife was a robot. They all were almost like holograms, save they were on fire. I knew they were attacking. Everyone was suddenly alarmed. I reacted before all the debutants could. I pulled a gun, fit a thick metal piece to the muzzle, it was in the shape of a crown. It snicked into the weapon as if made to be there. And then I pulled out the head and aimed it at the first crown. Pulled the trigger and a grenade launched. Getting the change of the weapon I did it again aiming better now. And then again. I hit every single fake royal. It looked like an assignation, but you could see the flicker of hologram still intact. Everyone panicked. The higher ups began to plan a war and I asked the god - of these people, or my god - for a little help. Suddenly a huge rumbled cautioned them all. The ship rocked. The entire fabric of reality rocked. And it was a reminder the god was angry at the clans for going to war. Everyone stopped, instead of letting war break out, and began triage instead. I knew that preemptive strike had been enough.