In order to carry their technology and transport their warriors the human race possesses multiple Titan class warships.
Midway through 5,238 U.E.Y (Unified Earth year) when perfect cybernetic body modifications were still a very rare sight to see and the human population was truly beginning to swell beyond the capacity of their Solar System, the idea of a massive exploration vessel was proposed. Soon later approved, before finally being constructed by the technological geniuses of Titan (Saturn's moon). An entirely new classification of spacecraft was created to house this monster. Standing at 500 metres tall, 300 metres wide, one kilometre long and capable of travelling at 400,000 kilometres per second, it was the greatest vessel in all of known history.
Capable of doing what no humans had before, the first team of scientists and explorers took a year to reach the first star system outside of their own. The trip revealed many new celestial bodies which had the potential to be habitable.
These Titan class explorers began to be produced en mass, a whole fleet began to form. And as a result, colonies on moons and planets light years away from Earth started to pop up. From here, the human infection of the Milkyway began.
Soon extraterrestrial lifeforms with sufficient intellect to communicate were found and alliances were made, diplomacy was successful and all thrived. One species, then another and more and more.
Humanity began to stumble upon things beyond its wildest dreams or comprehension: new unique elements, technologies, and medicines. Ways to better terraform and accommodate space for humans, planets with more than one dominant species and over time power.
So much power.
Thousands of years passed and resentment began to grow amongst the humans, what need had they for those aliens who took and used up so many resources? Whose need's caused for so many compromises. What if they just disappeared? Nobody would stand in the way of humanity's progress. Perhaps negotiations were a waste of time.
Diplomatic relations broke down, after a meeting of the leaders of the Alliance was sabotaged. All of the key politicians and speakers were murdered, from there all havoc broke out and it took one hundred Earth years to complete but all were purged.
10,756 U.E.Y human power is more than what any person could comprehend.
And there is none who could hope to challenge their reign of terror.
By the time they reached a Medeis' system: one habitable planet rotating around one reddish star, they had perfected the art of making a civilisation submit to their game. If the inhabitants of a world they found were competent and of great enough population then the humans would find a way to hack into their communications devices and declare an imminent war, from there that species' largest city or place of dwelling would be obliterated as a statement of the invader's power but also as a means of disposing of the main threat towards the cyborgs.
After this, all xenos would be ordered to gather in one of the ten largest settlements on the planet and had 3 day night cycles to comply. The ten safe points would then be surrounded by the human military, from there no one was to be allowed in and no one was to be allowed out.
What followed was an orbital scan of the planet that swept across its surface searching for defiant or simple unlucky lifeforms who weren't where they were ordered to be. Strike teams, specialist snipers and drones eliminated all.
Once the extermination was completed the alien species were once again contacted and told to put forth their best five warriors and prepare for the chance that any of them could be chosen for the tournament. The rules were explained and they had to agree, the Ilfvan and all before them saw the might of the humans, they had to accept the arena style warfare as it was their only hope. A very futile hope, but nonetheless, what other options were there?
It was a brutal and merciless process designed to shatter all morale.
The ability to submit any race to their will, that was the power granted to the cyborgs. And it was a mighty terrible power indeed.
Current year 13,666 U.E.Y humanity's grasp on the galaxy is absolute.
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"Well as you can see from this footage here a certain elf is causing us many delays and issues."
A conversation is taking place in a shadowy corridor near the main deck of a particular Titan class warship: "Conqueror". Two shadowy figures, with kind of robotic voices, stand out of the night star's glow, one is holding a holo-screen that is playing footage of Nero's endeavours.
"Yes pesky little creature this one, I thoroughly believed that the first fight was won by pure luck, and even with some of our fighter's flaws and personal drawbacks, one unchosen warrior shouldn't plow through this many humans."
"Indeed."
There was silence a pause between the pair as though each was scheming their own unique terrible ways of disposing of the arisen issue. After a minute or so one spoke up and questioned:
"Do you think it's time we step up our game and introduce professionals to the tournament? Perhaps shake up the rules a little bit to make things interesting?"
"Maybe the situation calls for it. You know this is the slowest conflict we've ever had to resolve, it really has just been a game up to this point. We can always get serious and truly squash this vile inconvenience."
"Yes. Yes, this is perfect, something actually posing a slight challenge to humanity, it's great for the media but no doubt of our absolute dominance should ever cross anyone's mind. We are not weak and we won't be beaten or inconvenienced any longer."
Looking down on the screen the frame freezes at the end of a recording, the Ilfvan's wide grin was displayed in all its defiant glory, the cyborgs said in unison, their voices more robotic and more metallic than before.
"We'll crush this planet, with immediate effect."
The two said no more and went in opposite directions as if an interaction hadn't just occurred, back to work, nothing different here. Business as usual on the Conqueror.