Challenge #02451-F261: Which War Game
“So you’re telling me… that you have an actual WAR GAME!!” – Anon Guest
The Humans had been playing Symbolically Kill Your Friends with something called Water Guns. Traxx, watching the mayhem, was rather puzzled, and asked the obvious question: “This is a game of hunting, or a game of war?”
Human Deb answered, “Oh we have loads of games of war.” Then they casually shot their ally across the hall.
Which lead to the next question: “How much number is ‘loads’?” Which, Traxx had to admit, came out with more than a vague note of panic in it.
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Challenge #02450-F260: Proof Positive
Don’t mind me, I’m just listening to “back in black” with Tesla coils – Anon Guest
For those who need proof that Humans, a class four point five Deathworld species, are the indomitable space orcs everyone says they are, look no further than the Zeusaphone.
Humanity harnessed the electron. Harnessed electromagnetic radiation. They used both to make music. They used it to create artificial lightning. Then they noticed that the lightning could make music-like sounds. The faraday cage, always boon to those who ‘played’ with Tesla Coils[1], soon evolved into the Faraday Suit, and dance joined the performances of musical lightning.
Then Humanity had to further what they called “The Fun” by making merchandised Tesla Coil kits. Now just anyone with enough knowhow to read and follow instructions could have tamed lightning in the relative safety of their own home. Which meant that just anyone could play their music via bolts of plasma.
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Challenge #02449-F259: Weapons of Mass Amusement
it was all fun and games until humans found medieval style energy weapons – Anon Guest
“So this is like an electric ballista?” had never before been words of impending doom, but these were Humans who were doing the talking. “The spearpoint is a trigger for a giant capacitor, right? Delivering a blast of excess electrons to the target.”
“Er. Yes,” said Museum Director Gorx, who was starting to believe this tour had been a mistake[1]. “The use of this weapons against enemy forces has been forbidden since the Treaty of the Arminath Pass.”
Then the Human said the true words of impending doom. “Ooooh, what does this one do?” They were standing near a frame that was almost like a cranefly without its wings. “I can see a plasma generator, there, and a hinge, and… a magnetic field initiator in the basket arrangement.” The Human gasped and grinned. “Please tell me this is a plasma trebuchet!”
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Challenge #02447-F257: Solid, Documented, Scientific Evidence
There has been a new thesis being passed around about this development about a new transverse electromagnetic wave that move a supersonic speed, nothing can surpass it without a warp drive, and can pass through nearly everything. A human picked up the thesis and said “isn’t this just light?” Apparently the human was in part of the galaxy where many forms of life didn’t need sight. – Anon Guest
Welcome to the Edge Territories. Things get weird. Havenworlders mingle with Deathworlders at their own risk. Livesuits are sold on the kind of hostile environment they could help the wearer survive, and the fragility of the being who could survive in there. Where the Pterops and Crystates are meeting with a specifically safe variant of Deathworlder known as Humans.
Things were doing well on a Galactic Standard Science Vessel registered as the Sciencer EVR890 as the combined Havenworlders went about their business, studying the universe. Monitoring emissions from the stars.
“What is this?” muttered Thyrk as she listened to her readings. “This is dung! How can an emission be both wave and particle based on differing observations?” Frantic and furious interface tapping. “I can not be hearing this. It can’t be real.”
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Challenge #02446-F256: Do No Harm
In her late teens, early 20’s, she went into space to learn to be a medic. From the time she was a small child, she had wanted to be someone who saved lives. She was a Lucker with a twist. For though she never won at cards, dice, or at any game she played, when it came to the struggle between life and death, death would always lose. And she had vowed, no matter her patient be a friend or an enemy, death would never win. – DaniAndShali
I will apply, for the benefit of the sick, all measures that are required… – Hippocratic Oath.
Allie was obsessed. What she was obsessed with was medicine and medical help. Alliance-wide medicine and medical help. She searched the infonets for all free information on how to help the assembled cogniscent species of the Alliance, and even those who existed in or near the Edge. Every day, she would find something new. Every day, there was something new to know.
Her first rescue happened when she was eight. Her school was on a field trip to a museum to see… something. It was forgotten by her adulthood, but she never forgot the Fethrix woman. As part of the gathering and show, small refreshments were going around. Simpler fare because some of the more resilient Havenworlders were present. Many didn’t think twice about the nuts on the cupcakes, but Allie did. When the Fethrix woman began to have a reaction, Allie knew exactly what it was and how to administer the correct medication. That was the day she knew she was going to be a Medik.
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