Remember! - Dikari Fiction

Relen-Fa, the animated and charismatic Dikari leader of Beta Malya has spent countless hours recruiting, energizing and emboldening his amber hued brethren, the fruits of which are gathered in front of a massive bonfire on the Southern plains. Their faces crackling with contained rage, dancing in the fires hot flickers, it is time.

“Let the fire warm your heart, my words swell your hearts and our enemies boil your blood brothers! Remember what they have done, these star men from Vega. Remember that they came to our home after desecrating and destroying countless of their before. Remember how they move us from one end of this planet to the other, as mere livestock. Nothing more than fat grazers awaiting the fire. We stand here this night, the result of unending generations of our ancestors, in the fire of our ancestor’s penance. A price paid for straying from the ways of the universe, leaving behind our duty to our home and our brother and sister planets. They dug too deep, stole much and replaced little when the star men arrived.”

“Those outsiders”, Relen-Fa pointed to the West indicating the Vega star port shuttle pad and garrisons, “they are our punishment! You stand here tonight, your punishment is complete because you REMEMBER! You remember what it means to be Dikari! To live, struggle, fight and die with honor and spirit! So remember! Remember that the fire and flame those pale aggressors expect us to roast within, that is the fire in which we live, revel, rejoice and with which we will return the grace and honor of the great UNITED DIKARI NATIONS!”

The crowd of hundreds of men, barely and elderly men alike, roar with approval. Their amber arms and torsos pumping overhead with scrabbled together rifles and family heirloom spears, swords and shield of Armitide chitin.
“They know we are coming for them, they have always known that we will, but they have not known WHEN. Remember, when you are fighting their powered suits, running through a rainstorm of their laser fire that your death is not for nothing. We will die, when the fates see it is our time, and with the honor that our ancestors have died, with life in our veins and truth on our tongues! So GO! Go and murder them with their own guns as they have done to our families and cut them through with the weapons our father’s father’s fathers made from the armor of our old siblings. GO AND REMEMBER!”