The Architect of Freedom (Tau SI)

[RE8472]

A great story bookmarked it

 

[roxss]

wow!!! I love this story!!! really!!! I have questions!!! how long is a cycle? 1 year or several years? please update soon!!! I need more of this drug!!!

 

[Sovereign Of All]

Good story. But you seem to have made the MC fall into a problem that other Authors also do, helping Humanity, to be honest I think MC and the tau shouldn't help humanity, frankly stories like this are common, MC should focus on his race in this life the Tau, a Tau Fuck Yeah route, incorporating the Dark Forest Theory into the Tau, it would make the story more interesting and less cliche and overdone.

 

[kankup]

Good story. But you seem to have made the MC fall into a problem that other Authors also do, helping Humanity, to be honest I think MC and the tau shouldn't help humanity, frankly stories like this are common, MC should focus on his race in this life the Tau, a Tau Fuck Yeah route, incorporating the Dark Forest Theory into the Tau, it would make the story more interesting and less cliche and overdone.

Click to shrink...

Good point! I actually share the same view, but I was planning to reveal it in future chapters. Right now, I'm struggling with writing a time skip chapter, so it hasn't come across yet. ;D

 

[kankup]

Age: 60 Cycles (mass effect timeline: 1985)

The passage of time had reshaped our civilization. In the forty years since the Exodus, the T'au had transformed from a single-planet refugee state into a rapidly expanding interstellar power. Our homeworld, T'au'n, had flourished, growing from its initial population of 20 billion to 30 billion, thanks to state-driven population initiatives and minor cloning assistance.

But we were no longer confined to just one world.

Terraforming efforts had turned two barren planets within our home system into habitable worlds, each serving a distinct role. One was a pristine paradise world, Sa'cea'n, designed to house billions in luxurious, well-planned cities, while the other was an industrial hub, dedicated to mining and heavy resource refinement under controlled conditions. Sa'cea'n's population now stood at 10 billion, while the industrial world remained sparsely populated, with automated systems managing most of its functions.

Beyond our home system, expansion had pushed into three additional star systems, where colonies had been established and steadily developed.

Much of this progress had been accelerated by the implementation of true artificial intelligence, derived from the combat-processing cores of the Planetary Annihilation Commanders. These self-evolving neural architectures, built for war but repurposed for governance and logistics, had eliminated inefficiencies at every level of T'au society.

At the heart of this transformation was Cortana—a high-functioning AI designed as an advanced interface for command operations. Unlike the soulless logic of the Commander AIs, Cortana possessed a distinct personality, modeled on human-style interactions and adaptable strategic thinking.

Modeled after her counterpart from another universe, both in appearance and behavior, she was designed to interpret and manage the complexities of automation, military expansion, and societal stability while ensuring that decision-making remained in the hands of the living.

Now, she stood before me, projected as a shimmering blue holographic figure, arms crossed and a smirk playing at her lips. "Well, I have to admit, it's been a productive four decades. You've turned a small, struggling fleet into an empire that could go toe-to-toe with pre-Fall Eldar."

I raised an eyebrow. "Exaggeration?"

"Maybe a little." She leaned back, her translucent form flickering as data streamed through her connection. "But you can't argue with results."


The leap in our technological capabilities was most evident in our shipbuilding industry. The ancient T'au space docks, which had barely managed to support pre-Exodus fleet production, had been expanded and transformed, incorporating Planetary Annihilation-based fabricators to construct warships on an unprecedented scale.

The scale of our navy had ballooned dramatically over these four decades:

• 15 Custodian-class Battleships (3 km long) – Each had been retrofitted with new automated systems, reducing crew requirements to a fraction of their previous numbers. AI-assisted maintenance and combat coordination allowed for a level of operational efficiency never before seen in our history.
• 30 Lar'shi (Hero)-class Starships – A mainstay of the fleet, now incorporating improved armor plating, superior shield technology, and enhanced weapon systems derived from the Planetary Annihilation advancements.
• 90 Manta-class carriers – Now fully automated, each was capable of launching an overwhelming number of drones, strike craft, and ground deployment assets.
• 25 Gal'leath (Explorer)-class Starships (Pre-Exodus holdovers, retrofitted for deep-space logistics)

Even more impressive was the construction of 10 Titan-class warships, each measuring 13 kilometers in length. These colossal behemoths were still under construction, their completion expected in the coming years. Their sheer scale of firepower and defensive capabilities would make them unmatched in the void of space.

In addition to our naval forces, ground forces had also shifted dramatically. Traditional T'au infantry had been reduced, as we replaced millions of soldiers with AI-driven combat drones and autonomous war machines.

The new numbers were as follows:

• 3 million active T'au ground forces (down from 30 million due to automation)
• 10,000 KX139 Ta'unar Supremacy Armors (Down from 100,000)
• 30,000 XV104 Riptide Battlesuits (Down from 300,000)
• Millions of autonomous combat drones, with Dox-class war machines forming the backbone of our planetary defense forces. These units, derived from Planetary Annihilation battle AIs, were as strong as the super-soldiers of our old universe—the Space Marines of the Imperium.

The shift to automation meant that fewer T'au were needed in direct combat roles, freeing up more of our population for scientific, engineering, and administrative pursuits. Entire industries that once relied on millions of workers had now been replaced with precision-automated systems.

The development of our new infrastructure had been just as transformative as our fleet expansion. The shipyards orbiting T'au'n had grown to a scale beyond anything previously imagined, capable of producing multiple capital ships simultaneously.

Massive orbital stations had also been constructed, serving as hubs for research, logistics, and defensive operations. Space elevators connected planetary surfaces to these orbital megastructures, facilitating rapid transport of personnel and resources.

The industrial growth had been staggering:

• Mining operations across multiple planets had eliminated most resource bottlenecks.
• Material refinement and manufacturing had reached post-scarcity efficiency, thanks to the integration of advanced automation, self-replicating assembly lines, and energy-efficient fabrication systems.
• The development of AI-coordinated logistics networks had made interstellar resource distribution more effective than ever before.

With this level of industrial capacity, even the largest fleet engagements or planetary campaigns could be sustained indefinitely.

Despite our successes, not all within our empire were entirely at ease with this rapid progress.

The transition away from traditional T'au labor had sparked debates within the ruling caste and the general population. While automation had led to unprecedented prosperity, it had also reduced the role of the average citizen in direct societal contributions. Some began to feel disconnected, leading to increased societal unrest and conspiracy theories.

One of the most persistent rumors was that the Ethereals, who had once ruled with unquestioned authority, had somehow been sidelined or diminished in this new era of automation and AI governance.

Among the Worker Castes, quiet discussions whispered of an unseen force guiding the empire from the shadows, manipulating events without the Ethereal's direct involvement.

"Why have we not seen Or'es in decades?" some asked in hushed voices.

"Does he even still hold power? Or has something—someone—replaced him?"

While official propaganda dismissed such concerns, it was clear that a growing undercurrent of unease had taken root in our society.

---

With the internal report complete, the discussion shifted outward.

"Now, onto intelligence regarding Citadel Space," Cortana announced. "Our stealth probes have successfully infiltrated the extranet, gathering a wealth of information."

She brought up an overview of galactic politics.

• The Turian Hierarchy remained the dominant military force, enforcing Citadel law with an iron fist.
• The Asari Republics maintained their position as the political and cultural leaders of the Council.
• The Salarian Union continued to exert influence through espionage and scientific advancements.
• The Krogan remained in decline, still shackled by the genophage.

"The most notable event in recent history," Cortana continued, "is the aftermath of the Geth Rebellion. Though it occurred 90 years ago, the scars remain fresh. The Council enforces a strict ban on AI development—something we must remain cautious of."

I made a mental note. The Council's paranoia regarding AI would complicate future interactions.

---

"Now, regarding your request," she said, shifting to another projection.

A full holographic display of the Sol system materialized, centering on the red planet—Mars.

"Our stealth probes have completed a surface scan."

She zoomed in, marking multiple excavation points beneath the Martian soil.

"There is indeed Prothean infrastructure beneath the surface," she confirmed. "Size estimates suggest a network of subterranean ruins spanning approximately 250 square kilometers."

I stared at the display. That was… massive.

"This discovery could alter the future in this galaxy," I murmured. "Ensure no trace of our scans are detected."

Cortana gave a knowing smile. "Of course. We remain ghosts in the system."

I exhaled slowly, absorbing the magnitude of the find. The Protheans had been a dominant force in the past, their technology millennia ahead of the Council races. If we could exploit these ruins before anyone else, the benefits would be incalculable.

Then, as if reading my mind, Cortana brought up one final transmission.

"And then there's this."

The display shifted to a dark, desolate world—Jartar.

"We followed your directive and sent a deep-space probe to the Jartar system," Cortana explained. "Sensors detected something unusual beneath the ice. Our probe executed a stealth scan and uncovered… this."

The image flickered, revealing a massive, partially buried structure. The unmistakable silhouette of an enormous machine lay dormant beneath the frozen crust, its jagged shape unlike anything built by Council species.

"It's a corpse," I whispered.

Cortana nodded. "A dead machine. And based on its composition, its energy signatures, and cross-referenced records from our stolen data caches, I can say with near certainty…"

The display zoomed in, sharpening the image. The monstrous, insect-like construct loomed over the barren landscape.

"…It is Reaper technology."

Silence settled over the chamber.

The Batarians were supposed to find this wreckage in another century or so. But we had beaten them to it.

"This changes everything," I murmured.

Cortana folded her arms. "I assumed you'd say that. What are your orders?"

I didn't hesitate. "Deploy additional stealth probes to monitor the site. No one else can learn of this—yet. If we're going to uncover the truth, we need to control the flow of information."

She smirked. "Already on it."

I leaned back, lost in thought.

The Protheans. The Reapers. The growing tensions in Citadel Space.

The T'au had risen far beyond their humble origins.

But now, we stood on the precipice of something far greater.

And the galaxy had yet to realize it.

 

[Sam I Am]

Well, at least the T'au will have a head start on dealing with the Reapers as compared to everyone else in the setting.

 

[cazador]

Maybe he could find the egg of the rachni queen

 

[Hadrian.Caeser]

Do his people make use of ZPMs? Also, do they mine the rest of their systems as well? Most of the resources are not part of the planets.

 

[kankup]

Age: 64 Cycles (mass effect timeline: 1989)

The chamber was silent as I studied the holographic display before me. The Earth—blue, fragile, untouched by the horrors of galactic war—rotated slowly in the center of the room.

"We should strike now. Glass the entire planet while we still have the chance."

The voice belonged to Shas'vre Or'kais, a hardened veteran of the Fire Caste. His red eyes burned with intensity as he stepped forward. "We know what humanity became in the other timeline. The Imperium of Man was a blight on the stars, a xenophobic, fanatical empire that drowned entire species in blood. If we act now, we remove that threat before it ever emerges."

Cortana materialized beside me, arms crossed, her translucent blue form flickering slightly. "And what if they don't become that? You're talking about exterminating an entire species on a guess, Or'kais. That's a hell of a gamble."

Por'vre Doran, an influential Water Caste diplomat, nodded. "The humans of this universe are not the Imperium. They are fragmented, divided, still struggling with their own internal conflicts. They have not yet taken to the stars. If we make contact now, we can shape their destiny before they become a threat—or an opportunity lost."

Or'kais scoffed. "And if we fail? If they reject our influence, what then? They grow, they expand, and then one day, we face another war. Another crusade. Another extinction event."

I raised a hand, silencing the brewing argument. "We will not destroy them. We will guide them. If we wait too long, they will develop on their own, and by the time we act, they will be beyond our influence. But if we intervene now—subtly, carefully—we can ensure that humanity develops along a path that aligns with our goals."

Cortana smirked. "And how exactly do you propose we do that?"

I turned back to the holographic Earth. "First contact. But on our terms. We will extend our hand, not as conquerors, not as overlords, but as mentors. We offer knowledge, guidance, and the promise of a better future."

Por'vre Doran tilted his head. "A bold move. But how do we ensure they listen?"

I smiled. "We make it impossible for them to ignore."

Tell them this, "We know they are not alone. We have watched. And now, we wish to meet. Face to face. In two months' time. Give them coordinates—Antarctica, neutral ground."

I looked at Cortana. "Can you do it?"

Cortana gave a mock-offended expression. "Please. Hacking their Cold War-era infrastructure? That's child's play."

She paused, then added with a grin. "Message sent."

---

The Kremlin, Moscow

Mikhail Gorbachev set down the secure-line phone and rubbed his forehead. The Soviet Union was already crumbling, its power slipping through his fingers like sand. And now this?

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the classified document in his hands—the decoded message from space.

Aliens. Now, of all times.

His mind raced. The USSR was on the verge of collapse, but this… this was an opportunity. If the Soviets were the first to establish relations with this "T'au Empire," it could shift the global balance of power.

A military advisor, expression grim, spoke up. "We should prepare our nuclear arsenal, just in case."

Gorbachev waved him off. "Don't be an idiot. If they wanted us dead, we'd already be gone."

Silence. He knew he was right. If this T'au Empire had the technology to intercept global communication networks and send a message across the entire planet, they were leagues ahead of anything humanity could hope to counter.

He drummed his fingers on his desk. "Contact the Americans. We need to discuss this—discreetly."

---

Washington, D.C.

President George H.W. Bush read the message for the third time, his hands tightening into fists. His National Security Advisor paced the Oval Office like a caged animal.

"Mr. President, we have no reason to trust this. It could be a trap."

Bush let out a slow breath. "We have every reason to go. If these… 'T'au' wanted to attack, they wouldn't be sending messages. They'd be glassing cities."

The room fell silent.

"Get the Joint Chiefs in here. We need to formulate a response—fast."

---

Beijing, China

Deng Xiaoping read the transmission, then placed his cigarette down carefully. The scars of Mao's disastrous policies still lingered, and China was at a turning point. The people needed something to believe in. Something new.

He stared at the message for a long time. "This could change everything."

A high-ranking official hesitated. "Do we trust them?"

Deng chuckled. "Trust? No. But we don't need to trust them to use this to our advantage. Inform our scientists, our military. We will attend this meeting. And we will not come empty-handed."

---

London, United Kingdom

Prime Minister John Major leaned back in his chair, eyes locked on the transmission. "Bloody hell. First contact."

An aide adjusted his glasses nervously. "What do we do, Prime Minister?"

Major exhaled, rubbing his temples. "We go. And we bring our best minds with us. If the Americans and Soviets think they can handle this alone, they're sorely mistaken."

---

Around the world, similar conversations took place. Presidents, prime ministers, and dictators alike scrambled to understand what had just happened. Some saw opportunity. Others saw danger. But none could ignore the undeniable fact:

Humanity was no longer alone in the universe.

 

[kankup]

Do his people make use of ZPMs? Also, do they mine the rest of their systems as well? Most of the resources are not part of the planets.

Click to shrink...

"Yes, of course. I glossed over it, but that is the case with ZPM—you can even mine the sun itself. Since power is not an issue and Ezzo allows for telekinesis, I chose not to include that to keep the chapter concise."

 

[roxss]

I think the chapters are too small, I like the story but make the chapters a bit longer please!!! Thanks!!!

 

[GriffinMan44556]

Honestly i'm surprised you remembered China and the UK
Lots of fics set in the Cold War, even the end, focus entirely on the US and USSR

 

[MorbiIIionaire]

I wonder if 40k exists in this universe, or would it be Rouge Trader/ White Dwarf lol.

 

[Memory Dump]

The first edition of the rulebook for Warhammer 40k was published in September 1987.

 

[Gr1f]

Honestly, if I was in his position, I would have used up some of my new charges to get the knowledge necessary to convert one of his caste into an Ethereal.

Then before releasing news of the extended lifespans and such, I would have the older Ethereal "sacrifice" himself to bring about a longer lived Ethereal (MC) for the greater good of the Tau. Make it seem like the Ethereal's somehow sacrified themselves to ensure the planet lived through the transfer and ensured their entire knowledge and potential was placed in the MC. Then start releasing all the new knowledge and tech.

From there, he would drastically have lowered any chance of rebellion. As an Ethereal, he could push for near anything without much opposition.

Food for thought really.

 

[Armentho]

"We take control of the transition. We eliminate all but one of the Ethereals—leave only a single figurehead. One we control. Through him, we can slowly reshape Tau society, guiding it away from dependence on pheromones and toward a new way of thinking."

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>we got rid of the shadowy cabal that guided society subtly
>instead we replaced it with a shadowy cabal to guides society subtly

lmao,meet the new ethereal,same as the old

 

[TrahKartolo]

>we got rid of the shadowy cabal that guided society subtly
>instead we replaced it with a shadowy cabal to guides society subtly

lmao,meet the new ethereal,same as the old

Click to shrink...

While hypocrisy taste sweet, at least this one is actual sweet sugar. Actually useful and innovative. Instead of poisonous lead sugar that is the old Ethereals are.
Just wait for the inevitable power struggle, I guess. MC has oversized influence over his little clique, and I wonder why no one tries to overrule/replace his place. Except if the Tau as a species
are somehow very selfless? But I don't believe it.

 

[kankup]

POV: President George H.W. Bush
The wind howled across the endless expanse of white. Antarctica was a vast, frozen wasteland—untouched, unclaimed, and for the first time in human history, the site of something far greater than nations or ideologies.

Bush stood on the designated landing site, layered in a thick, fur-lined coat to protect against the biting cold. The U.S. delegation, alongside their Soviet and Chinese counterparts, stood in formation behind him. Mikhail Gorbachev adjusted his own coat, his face impassive, though Bush suspected the Soviet leader was masking his awe behind a wall of practiced diplomacy. Deng Xiaoping, wrapped in thick layers, stood a few feet apart, flanked by his aides.

They had been waiting for this moment for nearly two months. Intelligence reports and satellite imagery had picked up strange atmospheric disturbances a few days prior, confirming that the visitors were near. Now, the sky above them darkened as something vast descended.

A ripple in the sky. Then, a behemoth materialized from the clouds.

The Manta.

It was a spacecraft like nothing humanity had ever seen. Smooth, streamlined, and hovering with impossible grace, its hull gleamed under the dim Antarctic sun. It was massive, easily the size of an aircraft carrier, yet it moved with an elegance that defied physics. There were no roaring engines, no plumes of flame—just an eerie hum that seemed to vibrate through the ice beneath their feet.

Bush swallowed. This was it. First contact.

The craft touched down gently, steam rising where its landing mechanisms met the frozen ground. A low hiss sounded, and a ramp extended from the underbelly of the ship.

Then, they came.

---

POV: Mikhail Gorbachev
Gorbachev had met world leaders, navigated the crumbling Soviet system, and faced political crises that would have crushed lesser men. But nothing had prepared him for the sight before him.

Aliens. Walking. Breathing. Thinking beings from another world.

The first to emerge from the Manta were tall, slender figures clad in layered robes of blue and white. Their movements were graceful, deliberate, their hands clasped in peaceful gestures. The leader among them, distinguishable by intricate golden markings on his forehead, approached first.

No weapons. No guards.

A calculated choice, Gorbachev thought. A statement of intent.

The Soviet leader took in the alien's appearance. Humanoid—shockingly so. The Tau's skin was smooth and slate-grey, their eyes large and expressive, their faces more refined than monstrous. It was not what he had expected.

Behind him, one of his advisors muttered in Russian, "They look like us."

Gorbachev said nothing, but the thought disturbed him. If these beings were not monstrous, not grotesque, then the barriers of 'us and them' were thinner than he had hoped. And that made them dangerous.

---

POV: A Tau Citizen, City of Vior'los, T'au'n
The holo-screen in the small, crowded pub flickered as the news feed updated. The transmission was grainy—relayed across the vast gulfs of space—but the image was clear enough.

The humans were standing before the Manta. The meeting had begun.

"I still can't believe it," one of the patrons muttered, taking a sip of his drink. "First contact. The last time we did something like this, it was war."

Another Tau, dressed in the uniform of a low-ranking administrator, scoffed. "First contact is supposed to be led by an Ethereal. Where is Or'es?"

The question lingered in the air like a curse.

A third voice, hushed but insistent, spoke. "They say he's dead."

Silence.

Dead? That couldn't be right. Or'es was supposed to lead them into a new era, to guide them as the last Ethereal. His presence was expected, necessary for an event of this magnitude.

"Lies," the administrator said, but his voice lacked conviction. "If Or'es was dead, they would have told us."

A grim chuckle from the first speaker. "Would they?"

For a moment, none of them spoke. The holo-screen continued its broadcast. On the frozen world of the humans, the Water Caste delegation stood alone. Without Or'es.

And for the first time, doubt crept into the minds of the citizens of T'au'n.

---

POV: President Bush & The Welcome Ceremony
The Tau representative stepped forward. His voice was calm, even musical, though his alien accent was unmistakable.

"Greetings, leaders of Earth. I am Por'vre Kais'lan, an envoy of the T'au Empire. We come in peace, seeking understanding and cooperation."

Bush nodded. "Welcome to Earth. I am President George H.W. Bush of the United States. With me are General Secretary Mikhail Gorbachev of the Soviet Union and Paramount Leader Deng Xiaoping of China."

A pause. The moment stretched.

Then Gorbachev, ever the politician, broke the silence with a wry smile. "I must say, we expected something… different."

Kais'lan tilted his head. "Different?"

Deng Xiaoping chuckled, his sharp eyes glinting. "We were expecting aliens. Not distant cousins."

A ripple of amusement passed through the Tau delegation.

Kais'lan allowed a small smile. "Our forms are what they are, as yours are. Perhaps the universe favors certain shapes."

Bush folded his arms. "And yet, despite your unity, you come from fractured beginnings, do you not?"

The Tau envoy hesitated. A test. A challenge.

"Yes," he admitted finally. "Once, our people were divided, as yours are. But we found a purpose greater than ourselves, and we unified."

Deng raised an eyebrow. "An ideology?"

"A way of life," Kais'lan corrected. "The Greater Good."

Gorbachev exchanged glances with Bush. Propaganda or truth?

Kais'lan continued, his voice smooth and measured. "Humanity stands at a precipice. You are on the verge of stepping into the wider cosmos, but you are not alone in the galaxy. There are other species—some who would welcome you, others who would see you as rivals, and some who would not hesitate to exploit or destroy you."

That statement sent a chill through the gathered humans, though none spoke.

"We offer a hand in friendship, to guide you before your first steps into the unknown. In the future, we seek cooperation—trade of knowledge and technology, cultural exchange, and mutual progress. However, to facilitate such an endeavor, we must ensure that our interactions are fair and do not create unnecessary divisions within your people."

Doran gestured subtly towards the gathered world leaders. "Your world, as we understand it, is divided—numerous nations, often in competition, at times even at war. To foster a true dialogue between our species, we propose the formation of a unified representative body. An impartial entity that would represent all of humanity in discussions with us, ensuring that no single nation or faction holds an unfair advantage over another."

The implications of that statement were profound. Around the human delegation, quiet discussions erupted. The United Nations already existed, but could it truly serve such a purpose? Would the United States, the Soviet Union, or China ever allow such a body to speak on their behalf?

Gorbachev was the first to break the silence. "And what if we refuse? What if we insist on conducting our own negotiations separately?"

Doran smiled politely. "Then it would be unfortunate. We would be forced to engage with each nation independently, a process which could lead to conflicts of interest, distrust, and ultimately, fragmentation. Worse, some among you might fear favoritism and take desperate measures to secure an advantage. It is in all of our interests to prevent that outcome."

Bush exchanged a look with Deng, whose lips curled slightly in amusement. "A wise concern," Deng admitted. "But you ask us to unify a planet that has never known true unity. Nations act on self-interest. How do we trust that such an organization would not become the tool of the strongest among us?"

"By ensuring its neutrality," Doran replied smoothly. "The structure of your representative body would be for you to decide, not us. We would offer no influence on its formation, only a request for impartiality. We merely ask for a single voice with which we may converse."

The conversation shifted, leaders discussing amongst themselves, each weighing the potential gains and losses. Some saw opportunity; others saw danger. But what none could deny was the simple truth:

Humanity had been given a choice—one that could shape its future in ways no one had ever imagined.

The meeting chamber was heavy with silence, a tension lingering as the world leaders absorbed the enormity of what had just been proposed. The T'au had not only extended a hand of cooperation but had laid out a vision—one that demanded a fundamental shift in human geopolitics.

A unified body.

It was a simple concept, yet impossibly complex in execution. The world was fractured, divided by ideology, history, and ambition. Some nations had been rivals for centuries. Others had fought wars so bitter that even peace felt fragile. And now, an alien civilization expected them to set that all aside for the sake of galactic cooperation.

The first to break the silence was not the Americans, nor the Soviets, but a voice from Europe.

President François Mitterrand of France, who had up until now remained contemplative, leaned forward, lacing his fingers together. "You ask us to create a unified governing body. A neutral entity that will act as our representative in dealings with you." His eyes met the T'au delegation with calculating intensity. "But before such a monumental decision is made, we must ask: What, specifically, does humanity gain from this arrangement? Beyond lofty promises of friendship, what tangible benefits do you offer?"

There was a murmur of agreement from various representatives. Margaret Thatcher of the United Kingdom nodded approvingly at the question. Deng Xiaoping remained impassive, though his gaze sharpened, showing his interest in the answer. Even Mikhail Gorbachev, who had been keen on cooperation, seemed to lean in, awaiting the response with renewed scrutiny.

Por'vre Doran, the lead Water Caste diplomat, did not hesitate. "Your concerns are valid. We understand that our proposal requires great trust, and trust cannot be given without reason. So allow me to clarify."

He gestured toward a holographic display that materialized between them.

"To foster your development and ensure that humanity is not left behind as the wider galaxy advances, we are prepared to grant you access to technological resources that are no longer in use by our people."

The image shifted, displaying sleek, hover-based vehicles, towering walker-mechs, and modular structures equipped with plasma energy cores.

"These are remnants of a past era, phased out as our society transitioned to more advanced forms of energy production and automation. But to you, these would be stepping stones into a new technological era."

A stunned silence followed.

George H.W. Bush frowned. "These are… weapons?"

"Some are military in nature, yes," Doran admitted, "but others are civilian technologies—power sources, industrial fabricators, automated construction units. These resources would allow you to revolutionize your infrastructure overnight."

A ripple of astonishment spread across the room. For the military-minded individuals, this offer was immediately tantalizing. The T'au were handing them access to alien war machines. But for those thinking beyond conflict, the potential was even greater.

Advanced energy sources. Manufacturing techniques beyond anything humanity had ever conceived. Medicine. Science. A leap forward unlike anything in human history.

Deng Xiaoping took a slow drag from his cigarette, his expression unreadable. "You claim you wish to help us develop so that we may one day be your equal. But why would you give us so much? If humanity were to unite and grow strong, would that not be a potential threat to you?"

Doran smiled, as if anticipating the question. "A strong humanity is in our interest. We are not the only civilization in the galaxy. Some are friendly. Others… less so. The stronger you become, the more valuable you are to us. This is not charity—it is investment."

Margaret Thatcher narrowed her eyes. "Investment implies terms."

"Indeed." Doran nodded. "Which brings us to the second part of our proposal. The Dolmen Gate Network."

At his words, the holographic display shifted again, revealing a vast network of spatial gateways. The leaders stared as they watched alien ships pass through enormous, ring-like structures, vanishing into the void only to reappear instantaneously elsewhere.

"This is the means by which we travel between the stars," Doran explained. "With your current technology, faster-than-light travel is a distant dream. But through this, humanity would be granted the ability to move beyond its homeworld without the need for generational spacecraft."

A stunned silence fell over the room once more.

"That would change… everything," muttered Gorbachev, barely able to believe what he was seeing.

Doran inclined his head. "However, access to the network would come with certain restrictions. The gates remain under T'au control. Your ships may pass through, but they will not be yours to manipulate, to alter, or to replicate. This ensures that no one faction can use them to gain an unfair advantage over another."

The tension in the room shifted. Some leaders visibly relaxed at this safeguard, while others—military minds especially—bristled at the idea of dependence on another power for travel.

John Major of the United Kingdom raised a brow. "And if we refuse?"

Doran's expression remained serene. "Then you will be left behind, while others move forward."

The implication was clear. If one nation refused, others might still accept. And those who did would leap ahead in power, influence, and prosperity.

Silence settled over the room again. The weight of the offer loomed over them all, and yet Doran was not finished.

"There is one more matter to discuss," he said, his voice calm but firm. "To ensure that you understand the scope of what is at stake, we offer you one final incentive."

The holographic display changed once more. This time, it displayed a graveyard of towering alien structures, shattered remnants of a civilization that had fallen long before humanity even took its first steps among the stars.

"This is one of many sites across the galaxy where a once-great civilization met its end," Doran said. "If you accept our terms—if you agree to a future of cooperation—we will take you there. You will see, with your own eyes, the consequences of stagnation. The consequences of failing to prepare for the dangers that lurk beyond the stars."

The words hung in the air like a prophecy.

And then, with calculated precision, Doran spoke the final condition.

"These benefits come at a price. In exchange, you must agree to respect our territorial claims. To honor mutual defense agreements, ensuring that should an external threat arise, we stand together. And also—"

His voice grew heavier. "You must agree to restrictions on the development of weapons of mass destruction. Any device capable of destruction across more then one star system must be subject to collective approval. If any party violates this trust—if any one species betrays the agreement—the consequence is absolute. A war that will end in the extinction of either the betrayer… or the betrayed."

The words carried a finality that sent chills through the room.

Humanity had been given a choice.

A future of advancement, guided by an alien hand.

Or a path of isolation and potential doom.

The weight of the decision fell upon them all.

And the world held its breath.

A heavy silence hung over the room.

Then, the T'au diplomat delivered the final stipulation. "Additionally, any contact with new alien races must be agreed upon by both the T'au and humanity. We must warn you that the T'au Empire has a strong isolationist policy, and there is a high probability that we will refuse contact with many civilizations—both in the short and long term."

The weight of the words settled over the room. The T'au had made their stance clear: they had come not as conquerors, nor as saviors, but as cautious guides willing to offer a path forward. It was now up to humanity to decide whether to take the first step.

 

[NightshadeQ8]

Threadmark it pls

 

[TrahKartolo]

I expect suicide bombers soon-ish. As soon as the Tau establish a functional embassy on the ground.
If mere western tech could spawn luddites in the likes of Boko Haram, those /r/collapse guys, or your average Amish, I wonder what a fine mess would Tau tech spawn in global society.
Or the reverse could came true, alien cultist worshipping Tau techs or the Tau themselves can come to be, acting as a new raison d'etre for ufologist and/or alien encounter folks. Instead of reptilian/Nordic aliens, its all blueberry from now on...

 

[Tta160]

I don't think humanity can united easily instead it might become like having different union on each continent.

For example European union or America Alliance or East Asia Association ( led by China) or Pacific Alliance ( including japan and Taiwan ) or Slavic union and so on.

And each organization send their own representatives to have more united opinion but tension are still exist.

And their rivalry might even continue in space like having dispute in colonization of planets or other problems.

 

[Jao]

POV: President George H.W. Bush
The wind howled across the endless expanse of white. Antarctica was a vast, frozen wasteland—untouched, unclaimed, and for the first time in human history, the site of something far greater than nations or ideologies.

Bush stood on the designated landing site, layered in a thick, fur-lined coat to protect against the biting cold. The U.S. delegation, alongside their Soviet and Chinese counterparts, stood in formation behind him. Mikhail Gorbachev adjusted his own coat, his face impassive, though Bush suspected the Soviet leader was masking his awe behind a wall of practiced diplomacy. Deng Xiaoping, wrapped in thick layers, stood a few feet apart, flanked by his aides.

They had been waiting for this moment for nearly two months. Intelligence reports and satellite imagery had picked up strange atmospheric disturbances a few days prior, confirming that the visitors were near. Now, the sky above them darkened as something vast descended.

A ripple in the sky. Then, a behemoth materialized from the clouds.

The Manta.

It was a spacecraft like nothing humanity had ever seen. Smooth, streamlined, and hovering with impossible grace, its hull gleamed under the dim Antarctic sun. It was massive, easily the size of an aircraft carrier, yet it moved with an elegance that defied physics. There were no roaring engines, no plumes of flame—just an eerie hum that seemed to vibrate through the ice beneath their feet.

Bush swallowed. This was it. First contact.

The craft touched down gently, steam rising where its landing mechanisms met the frozen ground. A low hiss sounded, and a ramp extended from the underbelly of the ship.

Then, they came.

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POV: Mikhail Gorbachev
Gorbachev had met world leaders, navigated the crumbling Soviet system, and faced political crises that would have crushed lesser men. But nothing had prepared him for the sight before him.

Aliens. Walking. Breathing. Thinking beings from another world.

The first to emerge from the Manta were tall, slender figures clad in layered robes of blue and white. Their movements were graceful, deliberate, their hands clasped in peaceful gestures. The leader among them, distinguishable by intricate golden markings on his forehead, approached first.

No weapons. No guards.

A calculated choice, Gorbachev thought. A statement of intent.

The Soviet leader took in the alien's appearance. Humanoid—shockingly so. The Tau's skin was smooth and slate-grey, their eyes large and expressive, their faces more refined than monstrous. It was not what he had expected.

Behind him, one of his advisors muttered in Russian, "They look like us."

Gorbachev said nothing, but the thought disturbed him. If these beings were not monstrous, not grotesque, then the barriers of 'us and them' were thinner than he had hoped. And that made them dangerous.

---

POV: A Tau Citizen, City of Vior'los, T'au'n
The holo-screen in the small, crowded pub flickered as the news feed updated. The transmission was grainy—relayed across the vast gulfs of space—but the image was clear enough.

The humans were standing before the Manta. The meeting had begun.

"I still can't believe it," one of the patrons muttered, taking a sip of his drink. "First contact. The last time we did something like this, it was war."

Another Tau, dressed in the uniform of a low-ranking administrator, scoffed. "First contact is supposed to be led by an Ethereal. Where is Or'es?"

The question lingered in the air like a curse.

A third voice, hushed but insistent, spoke. "They say he's dead."

Silence.

Dead? That couldn't be right. Or'es was supposed to lead them into a new era, to guide them as the last Ethereal. His presence was expected, necessary for an event of this magnitude.

"Lies," the administrator said, but his voice lacked conviction. "If Or'es was dead, they would have told us."

A grim chuckle from the first speaker. "Would they?"

For a moment, none of them spoke. The holo-screen continued its broadcast. On the frozen world of the humans, the Water Caste delegation stood alone. Without Or'es.

And for the first time, doubt crept into the minds of the citizens of T'au'n.

---

POV: President Bush & The Welcome Ceremony
The Tau representative stepped forward. His voice was calm, even musical, though his alien accent was unmistakable.

"Greetings, leaders of Earth. I am Por'vre Kais'lan, an envoy of the T'au Empire. We come in peace, seeking understanding and cooperation."

Bush nodded. "Welcome to Earth. I am President George H.W. Bush of the United States. With me are General Secretary Mikhail Gorbachev of the Soviet Union and Paramount Leader Deng Xiaoping of China."

A pause. The moment stretched.

Then Gorbachev, ever the politician, broke the silence with a wry smile. "I must say, we expected something… different."

Kais'lan tilted his head. "Different?"

Deng Xiaoping chuckled, his sharp eyes glinting. "We were expecting aliens. Not distant cousins."

A ripple of amusement passed through the Tau delegation.

Kais'lan allowed a small smile. "Our forms are what they are, as yours are. Perhaps the universe favors certain shapes."

Bush folded his arms. "And yet, despite your unity, you come from fractured beginnings, do you not?"

The Tau envoy hesitated. A test. A challenge.

"Yes," he admitted finally. "Once, our people were divided, as yours are. But we found a purpose greater than ourselves, and we unified."

Deng raised an eyebrow. "An ideology?"

"A way of life," Kais'lan corrected. "The Greater Good."

Gorbachev exchanged glances with Bush. Propaganda or truth?

Kais'lan continued, his voice smooth and measured. "Humanity stands at a precipice. You are on the verge of stepping into the wider cosmos, but you are not alone in the galaxy. There are other species—some who would welcome you, others who would see you as rivals, and some who would not hesitate to exploit or destroy you."

That statement sent a chill through the gathered humans, though none spoke.

"We offer a hand in friendship, to guide you before your first steps into the unknown. In the future, we seek cooperation—trade of knowledge and technology, cultural exchange, and mutual progress. However, to facilitate such an endeavor, we must ensure that our interactions are fair and do not create unnecessary divisions within your people."

Doran gestured subtly towards the gathered world leaders. "Your world, as we understand it, is divided—numerous nations, often in competition, at times even at war. To foster a true dialogue between our species, we propose the formation of a unified representative body. An impartial entity that would represent all of humanity in discussions with us, ensuring that no single nation or faction holds an unfair advantage over another."

The implications of that statement were profound. Around the human delegation, quiet discussions erupted. The United Nations already existed, but could it truly serve such a purpose? Would the United States, the Soviet Union, or China ever allow such a body to speak on their behalf?

Gorbachev was the first to break the silence. "And what if we refuse? What if we insist on conducting our own negotiations separately?"

Doran smiled politely. "Then it would be unfortunate. We would be forced to engage with each nation independently, a process which could lead to conflicts of interest, distrust, and ultimately, fragmentation. Worse, some among you might fear favoritism and take desperate measures to secure an advantage. It is in all of our interests to prevent that outcome."

Bush exchanged a look with Deng, whose lips curled slightly in amusement. "A wise concern," Deng admitted. "But you ask us to unify a planet that has never known true unity. Nations act on self-interest. How do we trust that such an organization would not become the tool of the strongest among us?"

"By ensuring its neutrality," Doran replied smoothly. "The structure of your representative body would be for you to decide, not us. We would offer no influence on its formation, only a request for impartiality. We merely ask for a single voice with which we may converse."

The conversation shifted, leaders discussing amongst themselves, each weighing the potential gains and losses. Some saw opportunity; others saw danger. But what none could deny was the simple truth:

Humanity had been given a choice—one that could shape its future in ways no one had ever imagined.

The meeting chamber was heavy with silence, a tension lingering as the world leaders absorbed the enormity of what had just been proposed. The T'au had not only extended a hand of cooperation but had laid out a vision—one that demanded a fundamental shift in human geopolitics.

A unified body.

It was a simple concept, yet impossibly complex in execution. The world was fractured, divided by ideology, history, and ambition. Some nations had been rivals for centuries. Others had fought wars so bitter that even peace felt fragile. And now, an alien civilization expected them to set that all aside for the sake of galactic cooperation.

The first to break the silence was not the Americans, nor the Soviets, but a voice from Europe.

President François Mitterrand of France, who had up until now remained contemplative, leaned forward, lacing his fingers together. "You ask us to create a unified governing body. A neutral entity that will act as our representative in dealings with you." His eyes met the T'au delegation with calculating intensity. "But before such a monumental decision is made, we must ask: What, specifically, does humanity gain from this arrangement? Beyond lofty promises of friendship, what tangible benefits do you offer?"

There was a murmur of agreement from various representatives. Margaret Thatcher of the United Kingdom nodded approvingly at the question. Deng Xiaoping remained impassive, though his gaze sharpened, showing his interest in the answer. Even Mikhail Gorbachev, who had been keen on cooperation, seemed to lean in, awaiting the response with renewed scrutiny.

Por'vre Doran, the lead Water Caste diplomat, did not hesitate. "Your concerns are valid. We understand that our proposal requires great trust, and trust cannot be given without reason. So allow me to clarify."

He gestured toward a holographic display that materialized between them.

"To foster your development and ensure that humanity is not left behind as the wider galaxy advances, we are prepared to grant you access to technological resources that are no longer in use by our people."

The image shifted, displaying sleek, hover-based vehicles, towering walker-mechs, and modular structures equipped with plasma energy cores.

"These are remnants of a past era, phased out as our society transitioned to more advanced forms of energy production and automation. But to you, these would be stepping stones into a new technological era."

A stunned silence followed.

George H.W. Bush frowned. "These are… weapons?"

"Some are military in nature, yes," Doran admitted, "but others are civilian technologies—power sources, industrial fabricators, automated construction units. These resources would allow you to revolutionize your infrastructure overnight."

A ripple of astonishment spread across the room. For the military-minded individuals, this offer was immediately tantalizing. The T'au were handing them access to alien war machines. But for those thinking beyond conflict, the potential was even greater.

Advanced energy sources. Manufacturing techniques beyond anything humanity had ever conceived. Medicine. Science. A leap forward unlike anything in human history.

Deng Xiaoping took a slow drag from his cigarette, his expression unreadable. "You claim you wish to help us develop so that we may one day be your equal. But why would you give us so much? If humanity were to unite and grow strong, would that not be a potential threat to you?"

Doran smiled, as if anticipating the question. "A strong humanity is in our interest. We are not the only civilization in the galaxy. Some are friendly. Others… less so. The stronger you become, the more valuable you are to us. This is not charity—it is investment."

Margaret Thatcher narrowed her eyes. "Investment implies terms."

"Indeed." Doran nodded. "Which brings us to the second part of our proposal. The Dolmen Gate Network."

At his words, the holographic display shifted again, revealing a vast network of spatial gateways. The leaders stared as they watched alien ships pass through enormous, ring-like structures, vanishing into the void only to reappear instantaneously elsewhere.

"This is the means by which we travel between the stars," Doran explained. "With your current technology, faster-than-light travel is a distant dream. But through this, humanity would be granted the ability to move beyond its homeworld without the need for generational spacecraft."

A stunned silence fell over the room once more.

"That would change… everything," muttered Gorbachev, barely able to believe what he was seeing.

Doran inclined his head. "However, access to the network would come with certain restrictions. The gates remain under T'au control. Your ships may pass through, but they will not be yours to manipulate, to alter, or to replicate. This ensures that no one faction can use them to gain an unfair advantage over another."

The tension in the room shifted. Some leaders visibly relaxed at this safeguard, while others—military minds especially—bristled at the idea of dependence on another power for travel.

John Major of the United Kingdom raised a brow. "And if we refuse?"

Doran's expression remained serene. "Then you will be left behind, while others move forward."

The implication was clear. If one nation refused, others might still accept. And those who did would leap ahead in power, influence, and prosperity.

Silence settled over the room again. The weight of the offer loomed over them all, and yet Doran was not finished.

"There is one more matter to discuss," he said, his voice calm but firm. "To ensure that you understand the scope of what is at stake, we offer you one final incentive."

The holographic display changed once more. This time, it displayed a graveyard of towering alien structures, shattered remnants of a civilization that had fallen long before humanity even took its first steps among the stars.

"This is one of many sites across the galaxy where a once-great civilization met its end," Doran said. "If you accept our terms—if you agree to a future of cooperation—we will take you there. You will see, with your own eyes, the consequences of stagnation. The consequences of failing to prepare for the dangers that lurk beyond the stars."

The words hung in the air like a prophecy.

And then, with calculated precision, Doran spoke the final condition.

"These benefits come at a price. In exchange, you must agree to respect our territorial claims. To honor mutual defense agreements, ensuring that should an external threat arise, we stand together. And also—"

His voice grew heavier. "You must agree to restrictions on the development of weapons of mass destruction. Any device capable of destruction across more then one star system must be subject to collective approval. If any party violates this trust—if any one species betrays the agreement—the consequence is absolute. A war that will end in the extinction of either the betrayer… or the betrayed."

The words carried a finality that sent chills through the room.

Humanity had been given a choice.

A future of advancement, guided by an alien hand.

Or a path of isolation and potential doom.

The weight of the decision fell upon them all.

And the world held its breath.

A heavy silence hung over the room.

Then, the T'au diplomat delivered the final stipulation. "Additionally, any contact with new alien races must be agreed upon by both the T'au and humanity. We must warn you that the T'au Empire has a strong isolationist policy, and there is a high probability that we will refuse contact with many civilizations—both in the short and long term."

The weight of the words settled over the room. The T'au had made their stance clear: they had come not as conquerors, nor as saviors, but as cautious guides willing to offer a path forward. It was now up to humanity to decide whether to take the first step.

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[Intothekillzone]

Awesome inspired inventory fic its cool to see one of those
it was fun reading it!!!

 

[Absque Zer0]

@kankup the chapter still isn't threadmarked, boss.

 

[Abba is the best]

I just caught up with the story and really like it... but i really do wonder what the MC must have been thinking to waste a point on the 40k rejuvenation serums when other scifi tech can do the same and more if a point was used on it.. I mean he could have just simply chosen Mr sinister(marvel) and gotten so much more helpful information on biological manipulation and sci fi type medical tech.

Also the fact he could just focus a charge on as wide a subject as the planetary annihilation tech tree shows that his limited version of Inspired Inventor gives alot more per charge than the normal one would and it is an interesting tech base to build upon so he is thinking things through well, but why didnt he also chose something like Grey goo (video game) humanity or even just lanteans/alterans tech tree?

An interesting tactic the tau could use now though is using their diplomacy to push for their language the main trade language for humanity, that would be an interesting way to unite them partially, because if every country has kids learn it as a secondary language, it would allow for humanity to have a true ability to speak to eachother no matter their origin... and the long term benefits of this would be a massive boon for tau diplomacy as well as general development among both social and economic development.
I am of course assuming the tau language is speakable by humans... but I've never actually read any official stories with tau in them so It could just be my misconception.

 

[SuperPulp2789]

>we got rid of the shadowy cabal that guided society subtly
>instead we replaced it with a shadowy cabal to guides society subtly

lmao,meet the new ethereal,same as the old

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Reminds me of a vid comparing Star Trek to Dune

Apparently the Federation had its own secret society that was controlling or subtly steering it

Technocracy VS Aristocracy, the differences might be minimal

You try to believe everybody is equal, but sooner or later you get a hierarchy