Challenge #03083-H175: Anything is Ammo
A: “What’s that?”
H: “What’s what?”
A: “That odd thing you’re working on.” Indicating the odd contraption attached to the human’s suit that the human was carefully adding conditioning agent to the strong, stretching, straps
H: “Oh, this? That’s just my wrist rocket”
A: “Wrist Rocket?”
H: “My slingshot”
A: ……………………………………. – DaniAndShali
“Aw, don’t look at me in that tone of voice,” said Human Ess, still tinkering with the simple device. It was nothing more than a forked frame, some stretchy straps, and a sort of pocket in the middle of the aforementioned straps. “One day, you’ll be glad it’s there. Look, I even installed a strap wrangler in case of doorknobs.” At the press of a button, something whirred and turned the loose arrangement into a neat bundle that then folded away. “Neat and clear and ready to rock and roll.”
Companion Gorx continued to have his doubts. “Most enemies have defenses against simple projectiles. This is an effectively useless weapon.” In retrospect, he really should not have said that. Mostly because there is nothing a Human likes better than a challenge.
To which Human Ess grinned, cackled, and said, “You’ll see,” in a true and certain portent of doom. At least Gorx had the presence of mind to post a ship-wide brief that the Humans would be up to some new nonsense[1]. The crew, knowing this, were appropriately on guard for the week it took for the Ship’s Humans to brainstorm their shenanigans.
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Challenge #02598-G041: A Lasting Reminder
There was this one abandoned space station where humans liked to paint graffitis and do other illegal stuff. When authorities find out they started to patrolling this place. After months of punishments, fines and even prison owners finally rebuild whole place and even let humans paint on special walls. It was this moment when illegal started to be legal. The very next day there was giant graffiti inside the biggest and most secured space station in the whole galaxy. – Anon Guest
If you build it, a Human has already written something on it. – Edge Territory saying.
Though it is widely accepted that literacy is one of the essential steps towards civilisation in general, and space-travelling in particular, it’s the Humans who’ve made a big deal out of leaving their mark. No structure is so remote, too neglected, or too risky to both visit and write upon.
It’s so endemic to the species that the rest of Galactic Society has surrendered in the form of Designated Graffiti Walls. None of which existed on Nonesuch Station. For the matter, neither did other things like air, power, intelligent life, or any kind of safety whatsoever when visiting the site. Nevertheless, Humans came, they saw, they scribbled.
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Challenge #00001: Sara with a Manual while on Ordeal
geekhyena answered: Have you read Diane Duane’s work? If so, Sara with a Manual while on Ordeal.
I am not remotely familiar with Duane. I should pick her up, one of these days. Nevertheless, I shall attempt this with my own reality(s).
Fiction ho!
Manual Ordeal
“So…” Hank drawled. “A few questions…”
“Do keep them brief.” Sara turned a page, frowning. It was written in two languages by someone who barely understood either of them. Using it as a rosetta stone to decipher what was left of the controls was, if not an exercise in futility, at least something to stop her going mad with boredom. “I am trying to concentrate.”
“How long has this been happening?”
“Subjectively, on and off for five years. By events, two days total. Blame Forge.”
Hank shrugged. “That answers my second question. Third: Where are we?”
“I don’t recognize the universe, but it appears to be a derelict space ship. We’re lucky we have power and air.”
“How long does this last?”
“I must be touching everything I was touching when we went in the first place. And you had to go juggling with my hairpin.”
“I was merely–”
“Trying an untested skill you’d only observed in recordings with inappropriate tools on an unfamiliar device. And you dropped it. Down a grille.”
“Do you have a magnet?”
“In my other pants. Currently inconveniently located in another dimension.”
“Chewing gum?”
“Other pants.”
“Anyth–”
“Other. Pants.”
“Perhaps I could–?”
“Don’t. Touch. Anything.”
Hank sighed. “I get bored, too.”
“Fabulous. Help be unravel this console. But don’t touch anything.”