#which basically leaves death cultists and war mongers and neo nazis

[sugarcoatednightshade]

When X’orele had made the decision to become a historian, nobody in his class had been surprised. An Orsi deciding to major in anthropology was about as interesting as a Me-er being a great swimmer, or a Bachillien who loved to fight. Stereotypes came from somewhere, after all, and X’orele didn’t mind feeding into them.

What shocked it’s family and friends was it’s decision to focus on Terran anthropology.

Despite the centuries in which they had been a part of the Federation, little was known about Terran culture. For a species known for their cross-species pack bonding, they were surprisingly tight-beaked about their past. Getting historical information from a human was like plucking feathers.

“Surely,” his mother-unit had asked, “surely there are dozens of other species whose history you could study? The universe is full of species who actually want to spread their culture, why pick the one group of beings who don’t?”

But what his parent-units and professors had failed to grasp was that the obscure nature of Terran history was what excited it. Anyone could publish a paper on the significance of Me-erish weedwork in the Second Age of Merope. X’orele was going to be the fist Orsi - no, the fist being ever to learn about the vast histories of Terrans. It would write papers and publish books and be heard on broadcasts across the galaxy.

Now all it had to do was find a human willing to share.

"They were called concentration camps. And it wasn't to enrich the species. Don't know where the hell you got that from, "historian." "

She'd spat out the statement like poison, bitter as she displayed the images. Bodies mutilated, people beated, starving, thin and pale as the snow around them.

"What-"

"This group were Jews, the soldiers were called Nazis, specifically National Socialist German Workers' Party. They were humans, but back then. Well back then they were Nazis."

She'd leaned back into her seat, nestling herself into the chair. Letting the history obsessed alien absorb her words.

"So Sampson lied?"

"If you mean Sampson Limberdov, he's a neo nazi. The last generation of Nazi before we'd hunted them down set up a new group. Doesn't really matter, all you need to know."

The slideshow showed the fearful eyes of the hung up man.

"He's not human. He's a mass murdering rapist pedophilic terf mother fucker. Creating four seperate cults that ended the lives of fourteen thousand youths."

"That's. You're lying."

She looked at the alien in the eye.

"Why would I lie?"

They were called Orsi, from the planet Osmo. A species who'd been the second wave of species to join the Federation, one of the most prevalent historical archivists. And she'd explained.

"This has no evidence-"

"I'd say the human race telling you this last being enough evidence."

She pushed another button.

"85 million dead. Of a population of 1.2 billion people, sure, it might just be a tiny fraction. But considering the largest death count from a war was during the time of Rome. At least a thousand years before world war two. We weren't going to forget anytime soon."

Rising to her feet, she pushed another button.

"You've heard of our genocides, wars, pandemics. So much death and destruction leading to today. 5 hundred thousand years since world war two. And you want to say I'm lying about all the deaths?"

Leaning in close, eyes tear less as she looked down at the bird.

"I didn't say that. It's just... Why didn't they tell us?"

She snorted, lighting her cigarette.

"Hell if I know. Probably because your sources were Nazis."

"What is a Nazi anyways?"

"National Socialist German Workers' Party"

"I mean yeah, but-"

"So. A really long time ago, humanity was a bunch of apes running from predators..."