Challenge #02347-F157: The Human Solution
Earth defense force/starship troopers based.
The galactic alliance, about the same time humans came in the alliance (but long enough for the alliance to realize humans’ nature), is at war with a unintelligent but somehow space traveling insect race and are slowly losing. The alliance asks the humans for help to defeat them, asking for ships, attack vehicles, weapons, and soldiers. The humans misunderstand what they meant and take it as “Our equipment can only hold them, we need you humans to push them back”. – Anon Guest
For the longest time, the Galactic Alliance thought that the Human Motto was Make love and war. No efforts to correct them on this assumption proved efficacious. After all, Humans were both persistent and good at both of them, as evidenced by numerous close and even closer encounters before the Alliance finally welcomed Humans into their club.
The mistake they made was in underestimating just how much practice Humans had had at war. When the swarming Acridith threatened, and the Alliance fleet had to hold them back from their expanded and expanding territories, they asked the Humans to help. Specifically, “help push them back.” They expected the status quo, where the new allies re-established the neutral zone and thinned the population to the point where the Acridith could live well for another century or so. Thing is… Humans don’t think like that.
Humans have been at war since one tribe thought another tribe was looking at them funny. When ideologies weren’t enough, they declared war on concepts. When concepts weren’t enough, they declared war on actions. When actions weren’t enough… well. They’d found other civilisations by then, and their trigger fingers always itched. They dived into war like ducks into water. It was, after all, their element.
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Challenge #02345-F155: Stressors
There are a great many types of Phobias.
Fear of Holes, Fear of Open spaces, Fear of Rain, Fear of Francesco and their Culture…
However, only Humans develop Phobias. No other species do.
(Go wild Writer ^^) – Anon Guest
It certainly follows that those with irrational imaginations would naturally also possess irrational fears. Some have coping strategies to get around them, but some irrational fears mean never setting foot in a shuttle or small vessel. Those Humans tend to stay planetside, for the open spaces. Agoraphobes, on the other hand, adore going anywhere in livesuits.
For Humans, letting the people hiring them know about their phobias is an important process in the employment procedures. One cannot maintain employment as an Edge Territory bodyguard if one suddenly goes to pieces around an arachnid. Well, not if your crew doesn’t know about this sort of thing in advance.
Phobias are not a weakness if they are handled correctly. If worked around, or approached with care, they can be advantageous. Anxiety and fear can make the sufferer hyper-aware, hyper-vigilant. Which is a very good thing when one is a bodyguard in the Edge Territories. Even if the first threat addressed is that of small, crawling creatures.
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Challenge #02344-F154: A Reason for the Season
Due to the Fact, that tomorrow is the 1st of May (Tag der Arbeit) and subsequently free of Work for me, this Prompt came into Existence:
How would free days be regulated in Space? Different Countries and Cultures have different Holidays/Offdays and Rules. How would Ship humans deal with it? How their Alien Crewmate?
(Sorry for my Bad English, im working on it ) – Anon Guest
[AN: Never apologise for bad English, Nonny. English is a terrible language that beats up other languages for useful lexicon, then abominates it into unrecognizability. It has a spelling system so convoluted we have contests to see who’s the best at it. It’s a terrible tongue. Never should have made it the Lingua Franca]
When travelling through Galactic Alliance territory, it is wise to key into the Calendar of Events, as both fair warning and a kind of map to know which commercial ventures are most likely to be open and on what days. Every agrarian culture has harvest festivals co-inciding with their autumn, but each planet has a different autumn. Allied civilisations with close ties tend to synchronise their festivals. Either so they all party together, or so they can keep their shared businesses open.
All festivals are generally synchronised to the calendar of their home planet. This means that even the most regular holidays can appear to be erratic when placed in the Galactic Standard Calendar.
When five or more festival type holidays line up in close succession, the risk of Silly Season increases. The Humans love a party and when there are multiple ones, the risk increases of all Humans likelihood of continuing the party to the point of ridiculousness. Security forces rate festival intersections according to their likelihood of starting off a Silly Season.
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Challenge #02343-F153: To Fill the Serried Ranks
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Saragarhi
Duty, Honor, Sacrifice.
I don’t know if you have heard of Saragarhi before, but it would be nice to see a story from you over the subject.
Have a nice day. – Anon Guest
[AN: I’ve seen the Extra History on the topic. It’s a tragedy]
It was a small station. Only meant to relay information from one defensive outpost to another. Most of the staff there were locals, and they had allied with the Galactic Alliance for convenience’s sake more than anything else. There, on the border, Relay Station 54R4-G4R81 faced what every border has faced since time immemorial. Raiders coming from outside the border.
There were more of them than the defences could handle. Long range scanners on the defensive outposts said that this raid wasn’t merely raiding. They had to be working on an all-out attack, and they were headed straight for 54R4-G4R81, the weak point in the defensive line. The plan had to be to destroy Relay Station 54R4-G4R81, and then, once communication between the two fortifications was weakened and their scanner array broken, pick off the defensive fort stations one by one.
After that, they could go where they liked, and do whatever they liked to whomever they liked without fear of retribution. The distant forces of the Allied Spacefleets were busy quelling other fires on other borders caused by other raiders, they never had enough ships. Therefore, the local fleets were all 54R4-G4R81 had to rely on, and they were too far away to be very useful.
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Challenge #02342-F152: Skill Building Exercise
A school with different Races Like Humans, Havenworlders and other Deathworlders have a Projectweek.
Of course at the End of the Week the Pupils present their Projects each one at a small stand and get their Grades for their Work.
(Go with this anywhere you want and have a great Day ^^) – Anon Guest
In a Mixed Toughness schooling environment, certain things are forbidden. Sudden shocks can be bad for Havenworlders, and certain Deathworlders play by using shocks on each other. The older the children are, the better they are at understanding this, but for the young ones… precaution is the byword.
“This project week, we are building dioramas,” the instructional model hologram rotated for the awed class of eight. It showed several examples and how they could work. Some showed how to make the lightbox style, others showed scenes the children could make. “The theme, should you choose to participate, is favourites. This can be a scene from your favourite book, movie, or show… it could be your favourite room, activity, or even about your pet.” There were some giggles, some faces were lighting up, and one child was already making a plan in their art app.
“Usual class rules apply… Jason. No blood, no gore, no dismemberment, or depictions thereof.” Educator Kriis waited for the disappointed ‘aw’. “Similarly, any characters in your diorama who are interacting must be interacting in a manner appropriate for public display.” Which, when boiled down to the basics of communication, meant no sex scenes. Yet saying it like that to a group of children was dangerous territory.
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