Challenge #03048-H125: They Don’t Need Weapons

Anything can be a weapon if you’re reckless enough – Anon Guest

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Humans. The aggressive warrior race who will go to any extreme to protect and enrich their pack. Any single one of them is capable of creating a phenomenal amount of destructive chaos on their enemy. When no weapons are available, they will create their own. Often in an instant. A fact not lost on anyone who’s tried to go in against them with a mind to cause trouble.

Humans are well capable of making their own trouble. Those who give it to them are in for a world of hurt. The thieves of the trade routes thought that picking on lone transiteers with no obvious weaponry would land them an easy score. They were abominably wrong.

It should have been a swift hijack. Board the ship, incapacitate the pilot, and take any valuable cargo before running off to safety. They got as far as step one before they discovered some interesting facts that the rest of the Alliance had yet to learn the hard way.

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Challenge #02927-H004: Flight of the Sandman

They were deep into enemy territory, surrounded, lost, and at a massive disadvantage. They were in the valley, their enemies had the hill and it was breezy, though the breeze blew away from them. They could use the sleep powder the havenworlders had invented for their insomnia-riddled human friend, but the climb was steep and they’d get noticed. Then the human had an idea. They made black string and took long strips of black sheets of matte plastic, and then put it together with sticks. At the same time, they told their friends to start, carefully, putting the powder into easily broken cloth pouches.

“Only way we’re escaping my friends, is to have some fun flying kites.” – Anon Guest

As Human Tor said, it was definitely a three-AM idea. Equal parts sleeplessness and inspired desperation, and perhaps a little influence of the stims she was taking to maintain alertness on the field. They had tried to take Tor’s stims away, but she had ways of finding things that would act as stims anyway.

Fact: The Havenworlders in the party were very light. Fact: They had materials to fly a payload of a certain amount of weight units up to the same level as the forces who had kettled them into the valley in the first place. There, with an instrument made by Human Tor, a sufficiently light Havenworlder could launch breakable packages of Tor’s sleep aid at the enemy forces.

“We all know my stuff hits like a truck,” said Human Tor. “These guys are at a lower level than your average Human and my tolerance is high. I think we can knock a hole in their kettle and zoom out like a melon pip.” Tor made a motion like squeezing an invisible seed and added an expulsion of air between tongue, teeth, and lips for emphasis. “The wind is with us, I’m jazzed as hell, and I have zero flakks to give right now about these flakkers. We can do this.”

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Challenge #02444-F254: Wilful Air Adulteration

They were out on a scientific survey of a new planet and pirates were on their tail. They knew they had at least two hours before they were caught and their ship had little by way of weaponry. They made their ship’s human his favorite, but usually forbidden unless they were planet-side where there was lots of fresh air, meal. Hot dogs and BEANS! As he smiled, thanked them, and dug in to his meal, the gas masks were being handed out. The pirates boarded, thinking it would be an easy win. As the air grew hard to breathe, even their livesuits were struggling, they never knew what hit them. – BKFecyk

Don’t be a pirate if you can’t afford the suit - a peculiar saying in the Edge territories.

Submitted for your education, the Battle of the Far Sniffer. The vessel was on a scientific mission in the Edge and had therefore hired a Human to be their bodyguard/assistant/hazard deterrent. Fortunately, Human Jef was good at their job. Unfortunately, they greatly favoured dishes that resulted in noxious fumes emitting from their digestive system.

Those meals were restrained to open-air environments, simply because his sulphurous eructations were too strong for the low-budget filters on the cheaper livesuits available to both public and private organisations. Too strong, and -as many complained- too frequent. Human Jef was greatly amused by this, and obeyed the Far Sniffer’s rules. That is, until the pirate ship attacked.

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