No prompt used, so I followed my personal challenge of writing about my existing worlds whenever a prompt or challenge doesn’t direct me otherwise.
While our humanitarian work was a point of pride for Earth, I must admit that the system took a heavy hit when our allies, the Glieseans, lost their home planet in the Gliese 667 system. With a planet and population far bigger than our own, even when the rest of the Inter-Galactic Union (IGU) did their part in taking refugees in, we were stretched thin. There were simply too many of them for us all to accommodate. IGU’s efforts to stop the warring civilization, which we have only learned to call “Fiirddokha” — “Ravagers” in the language of the Lllladrres, who were their first victim as far as anyone in IGU knows — have been insufficient. Because the Fiirddokha don’t belong to IGU, there is rather little that IGU as a union can do, especially without suddenly amassing an inter-galactic military big enough to rival them and fighting to death and recoloring many planets’ soils with blood and its equivalents.
I know a lot of people were frustrated when the humanitarian system was clogged by the Gliesean refugees, but now that we are the refugees, I’m sure everyone who lived back then understands them better.
Unfortunately, we have no one to help us because we are stuck on our own planet. Any non-Fiirddokha ship going in or out has been shot down at the orbit.
We have to play the long game and hope for the best.