Challenge #02740-G183: Got Your Back
Bold of you to assume I reached peak dumbass – Anon Guest
There are plans that are works of art. There are other plans, much like this one, that seem to have been produced by wiping one’s bodily waste expulsions all over the blueprint page. There’s half-assed plans and… whatever this was.
It was equal parts improvisation, desperation, innovation, and flat-out perspiration. After the lingering echoes of all the explosions died down and they were safe in the middle of a host of Mediks, Throq finally found the power of their own words under their control once more.
“That,” Throq announced, “has to be the stupidest, least-thought-out, idiotic, dumb-ass move of all time!”
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Challenge #02739-G182: Do Not Pay Your Heart
This is from this prompt :-)
https://steemit.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-02446-f256-do-no-harm
The medic known as Allie had gained quite the reputation. She had managed to save people that everyone else had said were not savable. She’d managed to cure those that were said to be incurable. More than one elite had made it a point to find the station she was working at to bring sick relatives and have her see to them.
But now a choice was being given to her. Several were offering large sums of Time for her to work for them and leave the station. But here at the station, there were hundreds who needed her, many could not pay, of course, but without her they, or a family member, would likely perish. But how to explain it to the wealthy ones who thought such talent was wasted on the poor? – Anon Guest
When one is talented at giving the hopeless hope, giving those without a chance a new chance, or giving those facing their ends a new start, one gets to be known. Medik Allie was both Medik and Lucker, giving her Luck to others so that they could have another chance. Following the Vorax Rescue, the wealthy had noticed.
Galactic Economics tends to prevent obscene wealth accumulation, but the Alliance can’t be everywhere and they can’t stop every loophole. There will always be the kind of person who’s the head of an amount of wealth akin to the body of a swollen tick about to paralyse its victim. The kind of person who, like the tick, are not healthy to have around in large numbers.
Technology can only do so much. Genes can only be cleansed of imperfections so many times. Organs can only be replaced so many times. And, in the era before B'Nar made its technology available[1], only so many times one body could be repaired. Some retreated into techno-sarcophagi, with nanotechnology keeping their brain alive when their body failed. They would pilot humanoid puppets and pay extensive amounts of money to keep their machines alive. Sooner or later, those parasites ran out of profits and fell by the wayside. One did not want to live and die like that.
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Challenge #02738-G181: Stick Together or Fall…
The strength of the team is each member, the strength of each member is the team – Anon Guest
Humans have so many sayings about their pack action. There is no I in Team. Teamwork makes the dream work. We stand together or we fall apart. If you needed any further proof that Humans are pack animals, there you go. It’s coded into their daily axioms.
It comes to the fore when they work together as teams. They come to know each other’s strengths, and bolster each other’s weaknesses with them. They seem to have a group mind when they work together.
Slor had to ask them how they did that. Certainly, there were advantages to pack-bonding, but that was not what Slor wanted to know. That was why he waited for the Human Pack-bonding game to come to a close. As far as Slor could divine, it was Symbolically Kill The Other Team By Moving A Projectile Into A Specific Area.
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Challenge #02737-G180: Learning the Hard Way
A telepath reads a human mind. They were almost overwhelmed while reading this: https://youtu.be/yBLdQ1a4-JI – Anon Guest
Human contact is not for the uninitiated, especially when one is a Melil. Their species is one of the few that developed natural telepathy. It was something of a shock to all that their gift could be used to read the thoughts of other species.
That said, other species do not have the mental capacity of silencing their unbidden thoughts like the Melil can, and asking them to do so is worse than counterproductive. Worse so with Humans. Imagine being the poor Melil who encountered the very first Human.
Now imagine being a Melil teen who decided that the new restrictions were too restrictive and struck out on hir own for the Edge Territories to learn for themselves about the dangerous new cogniscent life form eking out an existence there. Which is exactly what Beni was doing.
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Challenge #02736-G179: Falling? Flying!
My god these two are too f*cking precious. Welp (cocks gun) let’s make sure it stays that way. – Anon Guest
He’d never been a fan of damsels in distress. He much preferred the kind of girl who could go down snarling. So when they were sent to rescue some muckety-muck who had been abducted by some other nonsense group, Kudge had never expected to meet her halfway. She was filthy, dishevelled, and bore a weapon she had clearly stolen from her captors. Most of the blood staining her clothing was from other people.
Kudge had never expected to fall in love at first sight either, but there he was. Plummeting. Normally the fast talker of the troop, he had only one thing to say- “Wow.”
Luse was the one to step between him and her as she wound up to cause some serious damage with, “Hey, hey, no. No… We were sent to -ah- fetch you back? Honestly thanks for making our workday shorter, but please don’t kill the brains of this group or we’re in serious flakk.”
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