Challenge #02630-G073: A Questionable Survival Mechanism
As the Galactic, not a deathworlder, but not a delicate havenworlder either, looked down at the infant human, they had to wonder…
“How does something so small and delicate grow into something so dangerous?”
The infant, seemingly in answer, smiled, then reached up and gently hugged the sentient holding it. Before releasing a truly noxious fart. – Anon Guest
Every species not equal to a Deathworlder tends to look a lot like a Havenworlder to the Deathworlder in question. Some Deathworlders are even aware of this. Like Human Lyn, who was sharing her infant with her Galactic coworkers aboard the Valiant Seeker. The child no longer needed help supporting their head and had been cleared for social interaction at a skin-to-skin level with the rest of the crew.
To Keryx, the wobbling creature before him was next to helpless, and almost Havenworlder levels of squishiness. Though not as small as a newly-birthed Human, this small being was still less than a quarter of Human Lyn’s total body mass. The smaller Human treated the sight of Keryx, a saur-avian cogniscent, the same way they treated anything new. They reached out for him and cooed.
Keryx took the precaution to wipe the much smaller Human hand free of their perpetual slobber before accepting temporary custody of the child. This was how Humans pack-bonded at the most basic level. Touch and accustomisation with socialisation. Keryx quickly learned that even a small Human could become incredibly heavy in a very short amount of time, even with their alleged assistance by clinging to his neck.
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Challenge #02629-G072: Impossible Consequences
Human Dave was an interesting individual. His pack bonding ability is astounding even among his fellow Humans. The downside being where ever Dave goes chaos ensues. Even humans with high restraints have hard time controlling themselves. There are few Humans around Dave that are able to, in human terms “keep a tight leash on him”. I was able to ask one of them about more information about Dave. Saying that him and two other take shifts restraining Dave but whenever the day of Satur comes around it take the forces of all three to hold Dave down, and worry since the breaking of March is coming soon. – Anon Guest
Some Humans just can’t help themselves. They need others to be their sense of restraint or, in extreme cases, act as surrogate brain cells. Some are just… naturally chaotic. They don’t always bring devastation in their wake, or they wouldn’t last long in the space lanes for increasingly obvious reasons.
Human Dave was the embodiment of the catastrophe curve. When not catapulting from one bad idea to the next, he was happening to any threat that the crew might be encountering. When not dealing with threats, the rest of the Ships’ Humans were trying to “keep a lid” on Human Dave’s usual shenanigans.
Human Dave was usually friendly towards any non-hostile beings. He could befriend literally anything and frequently did. The heartache and the chaos happened when he inevitably attempted to drag random wildlife onto the scout vessel with him for the trip back to the Surveyor 34Y8.
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Challenge #02628-G071: The Last Lie
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The “Last Lie” is a recurring trend and well-known trait in the Amalgam universe. Yet, I haven’t yet read a story where the “Last Lie” has come true. It seems that our human protagonists always manage to cheat death.
That being said, I think it would be interesting to see a (or a group of) Havenworlder(s) discovering what the Last Lie is the hard way. As well as the subsequent fallout of their human’s final actions.
Because sometimes, you’re playing on hardcore, and well,
There are no continues. – PaladinShane
Humans are not unkillable. They know this. They know their vulnerabilities. They also allow others to assume that they don’t have that many. This has lead to the Last Lie, and so many other cogniscents learning that it was the Last Lie the hard way.
Case 23J-756: There was nothing left of Human Sem. There was also nothing left of the Vorax fleet, half the asteroid belt, and the Fleet Acquirer, the ship the rest of the crew had fled on Human Sem’s insistence. The Fleet Acquirer, the Vorax fleet, a healthy percentage of the asteroids, and Human Sem had been vaporised. What little remained was a cloud of atoms, at best.
The crew who had bonded with Human Sem returned to the area, looking for traces of Sem. Where they had gone, what had happened to them, and why they had not caught up as they had said. Scanners found the scant evidence, tracing it all back to a devastating explosion that wiped out everything, including Human Sem.
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Challenge #02627-G070: When You Assume…
Considering the cultural difference between western people and eastern people, how would aliens react to someone from Asia?
Asian people tend to be less touchy-feely, more reserved and quiet than someone from America for example.
How would aliens react when the shy-looking, timid Japanese girl, who joined their ship as a chef, turns out to be a master of martial arts and make dinner from the would-be pirates because they belittled her? Or how loud she gets when she’s properly drunk… – Tom
[AN: Trying not to stereotrope, here, Tom.]
In the wake left by Human Bil, Human Jin made the crew of the Reckless Poker think they had gone deaf for a short space of time. This was yet another reminder that Humanity was wide and varied and the way one Human “rolled” was not the same as another.
Her official role was ‘chef’, though she was also Ships’ Human. The Humans were, after all, used to holding multiple jobs and titles. They could even switch between the two at will, should they so wish. Human Jin seemed most comfortable with the job of Chef, and created works of art in every plate.
They were excruciatingly polite, soft-spoken to the point of whispering, and painfully aware of any and all class distinctions aboard. Butter, as the Humans might say, wouldn’t melt in her mouth. Some of the Shygron thought she might be a defective Human, but those whispers stopped cold at the very next Vorax raid on the Reckless Poker.
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Challenge #02626-G069: Patient Persistence
Elephants can paint. It is adorable. They also enjoy music. Also: good at snuggles. – Anon Guest
Humanity has doubted the intelligence of Elephants in the same way that they doubted the intelligence of Cetaceans. The same is true for the Elephants doubting the Humans for similar reasons to the Cetaceans. However, when the communication barrier was finally surmounted, Humanity was unimpressed.
Some of them had been literally talking to dolphins for subjective centuries[1], and in the dolphins’ own language. Getting Elephants to communicate with Humans in the local Terran dialect wasn’t all that special. Nevertheless, Elephants were recognised, like Pigs, as another Deathworlder cogniscent species.
The fact that one used to farm another for nutrition is something many Humans prefer to sweep under the rug. The Pigs, for the record, are willing to declare that all things being equal, their ancestors were perfectly willing to eat Humans at every given opportunity. Both species have acknowledged the other as being very tasty indeed and strains of culture-grown flesh are available for interested parties[2]. The fact that there is one obligatory herbivore among the number of Terra’s intelligent species has been something of a relief amongst many Havenworlders.
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