Challenge #02274-F084: They Look Like Monsters
Humans meet an intelligent species who is nice, friendly, understanding and honest to a fault. A human vessel breaks down and they send the distress call to Help.
The Problem is, they look Like a horror movie Monster. Something that looks somewhat human but mangled, discolored, and just… wrong in all planes of existence. Not to forget their teeth, claws,etc.
They have the smell of rotting meat, decay and blood, when they are happy and they move through the vents for easy access.
How will the Humans cope with helpful Monsters and their Overall nice Attitude? – Anon Guest
It sounded like the plot to every horror movie that Terrans had ever made since the invention of fake blood. A spaceship crew stranded AU’s from anywhere. Failing power, failing life support. Dwindling food supplies, and so forth. Stress upon stress with no hope of rescue. Until the Karmorp'se came to the rescue.
The first sign of contact was the docking clamps engaging with someone else’s tube. Then came a flood of fresh air that was a blessing to all those survivors grimly clinging to their decor pot plants. Communication came next, first through simple pictograms, then via equally simple words. The greatest relief came with the knowledge that both parties spoke GalStand Simple.
The Karmorp'se were friendly and genial, they had an abundance of compatible supplies, which they eagerly shared through loading apparatus normally meant for Station docking. They were honest about everything and even managed to share a few jokes. They were eminently loveable and their voices sounded warm, sweet, and friendly. Eventually, suspicion raised concerning the lack of face-to-face communication.
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Challenge #02274-F084: They Look Like Monsters
It sounded like the plot to every horror movie that Terrans had ever made since the invention of fake blood. A spaceship crew stranded AU’s from anywhere. Failing power, failing life support. Dwindling food supplies, and so forth. Stress upon stress with no hope of rescue. Until the Karmorp'se came to the rescue.
The first sign of contact was the docking clamps engaging with someone else’s tube. Then came a flood of fresh air that was a blessing to all those survivors grimly clinging to their decor pot plants. Communication came next, first through simple pictograms, then via equally simple words. The greatest relief came with the knowledge that both parties spoke GalStand Simple.
The Karmorp'se were friendly and genial, they had an abundance of compatible supplies, which they eagerly shared through loading apparatus normally meant for Station docking. They were honest about everything and even managed to share a few jokes. They were eminently loveable and their voices sounded warm, sweet, and friendly. Eventually, suspicion raised concerning the lack of face-to-face communication.
Challenge #02267-F077: Friend? Friend!
Alien Snake-/Reptilian species meet the Human Race. Unfortunately (or Fortunately, depending on your viewpoint ^^) first contact happens between a snake lover (Pet the Snek !) and a proud Ambassador. – Anon Guest
Many unfortunate First Contact situations have arisen because one or more cogniscent species in the encounter strongly resembles another’s phobia species. We therefore recommend that all cogniscents finding themselves within a First Contact situation take a few moments to stop all voluntary movement, put down any tools, and properly assess the situation in a calm and logical manner. – An Everyday Cogniscent’s Guide to Discovering Strange New Worlds and New Civilisations.
Hishesh was doing his best. Honestly. He had put down his tools. He had stilled himself as much as he could. He even displayed open and empty manipulating limbs. Despite all this, the mammal on the other side of this particular space in an abandoned hulk still kept making a long and loud noise. Hishesh had to admit that they had either an impressive lung capacity or a mastery of cyclical breathing. True to the manual, Hishesh made himself look smaller and moved his limbs in a semi-protective manner. An almost universal gesture to communicate You are concerning me.
Finally, the mammal breathed in. “OhmygodsyouarethecutestlizardIeversaw!” They were still loud, but quickly tempered their reactions. Empty manipulating limbs, a reduction in height, and a gentling of their voice. They may not have read the manual, but they were clearly attempting to put Hishesh at ease. “Therenow, therenow. It'sokay. Iwannamakefriends.” Open hand, low and exposed, clearly in an awkward position for any kind of sudden attack. “It'sokay…”
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Challenge #02211-F021: Edge Case
A young human has many questions about the Vorax, specifically considering potential friendship. – Anon Guest
This is Edge Space. Where the laws are negligible or arbitrary and generally written around whatever is most convenient. Here, the weirdest things can happen. Havenworlders and Deathworlders cohabit. People are more inclined to explain things when offense happens. In Galactic Space, one is expected to use good behaviour. In Edge Space, one is expected to communicate what good behaviour is. People normally at arms come there to trade on neutral ground.
This is where unlikely alliances are forged. Where assumed-foes meet and find a means of communication. Where unlikely friendships germinate and grow.
Human Stiv and Vorax Rh'th'gr initially drew weapons on each other reflexively. Stunners only, since this was neutral ground. There was a moment of vertiginous anticipation, then Human Stiv took a risk. “You trading dense metal?”
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Challenge #02013-E189: Order in Court — Steemit
“Human Sor. You are being tried for violations of your contract with Traffic Inc. Cited in the complaint is failure to deliver cargo. How do you plead?”
“That cargo was a bunch of cogniscents!”
“Guilty or not guilty,” sighed Judiciary Splev. Ze rather despised having humans in hir court. They didn’t understand so much of proper society.
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Challenge #02009-E185: Barbarian Benevolence — Steemit
Stern mum Human Shaz was a fierce guardian. Horx understood that, now. The mother with one chick would protect it from even the mildest of potential hazards. And since Human Shaz’s grasp of GalStand was nebulous, it took a while to work out a shared shorthand.
Outsiders were very disturbed to hear phrases from Dog Handlers, like, “Sit” or, “Down, girl”. And even further disturbed by Human Shaz’s resultant laughter. Horx learned one phrase in Human, and it was, “I wanna do it,” in the tones of childish petulance.
It was an odd relationship, but no relationship with a human could ever be accused of being normal. Humans with other humans in their pack could be alarmingly rough with each other. Wrestling and manhandling other humans was almost background noise. Humans with Havenworlders in their pack were… alarmingly gentle. Galactic strategies with big problems was usually, point humans at it and sweep up the wreckage afterwards. It was very disturbing to see a bulky, scar-covered human kneel to gently fix a Havenworlder’s ship Skins or engage in companionable grooming at a level the Havenworlder could appreciate.