Challenge #02610-G053: Fun Facts About Amity!
Oh my Glod I love your book, ‘The Amity Incident’! I must have read it n'th hundred times! Every time I read it, I discover something new! I Love It!
I would like to know if there is anything else you can tell us about the planet Amity or Enmity? What about the different types of human species are out there? Like the Melil? What other things flipped the Numidid minds, besides the metal boats and the lack of eggs? Lol!
I love this soooo much!!!
(I’m sorry if this means you have to revisit your old manuscripts to understand what I’m talking about.) – Anon Guest
[AN: You’re good, I think I have most of this ready to roll. BTW Melil are their own species who only look mostly human. It’s a longer story that may be told another time.]
Planet Amity - famous as being the very first Terran colony found that successfully cohabited with a Havenworlder species. It is slightly less famous for being one of the very few Terran Colonies that survived whilst also having an optimistic name. This has lead more than a few historians to assume nothing bad ever happened there. However the local Humans, being Humans, annually celebrate the close brush both colonies had with a near-extermination event.
They are among many colony worlds with multiple, representative ambassadors. Through invention, innovation, or accident, Humans can play well with others provided they work at it. The most successful of these worlds use friendly competition in the place of war to keep the seemingly instinctual need for some kind of rivalry satisfied.
Seeded with two species of starter biota, the cross-splicing of genes has resulted in some truly interesting new species. Science had previously thought that Deathworlder genetic material would quickly overwhelm the Havenworlder contributors, but empirical evidence shows that this is not the case. Results like Spinefruit, with a Havenworlder-friendly, soft edible interior, and a Deathworlder-resistant spiky shell, continue to astound xenobiologists all through the Alliance.
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Challenge #02609-G052: To Each Their Aptitude
A Havenworlder version of Sherlock Holmes who is accompanied by a Deathworlder version of John Watson (a human seems logical but a Vorax sounds more interesting) – Mterrazas
The entire Galactic Alliance is large enough for everyone to find their niche. Even the truly bizarre ones like a Havenworlder who finds fascination in solving murders and mysteries. Her name is Aprat Mont. She is a consulting detective and is naturally attracted to anomalous details. Of course, a Havenworlder literally can’t survive everywhere and will find it necessary to have a Deathworlder escort to keep them safe and, in the case of Mont, from blithely walking into hostile territory to ask antagonising questions. This, more or less, explains Vorax U'att Sen.
U'att has long since surrendered to the Vorax title, even though ze is from the Maker Caste and therefore not a Vorax. Things get complicated and most Galactics prefer to make it simple. Calling hirself Maker-Vorax only confused things further, since Maker was also an occupation and ze was an escort-guard and also an assistant. Therefore, ‘Vorax’ was simpler and served the dual purpose of making others back off from any hostility. Keeping up with, and keeping track of Mont was a full-time job that came with a free education.
Which, today, included standing underneath Mont as she scrabbled around some support struts with a grav-reduction net in case she fell. The reptilloid Havenworlder was more absorbed in peering at something up in there than any harm that might come to her if her grip slipped. “Interesting. Interesting. Yes…” She peered down at the lingering blood spatter and back up into the tangle of cables and more support structures. “Tell me, U'att. What travels in a direct line and leaves parts of a cogniscent being in the ceiling works?”
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Challenge #02608-G051: A Real Sweetheart
They had been fighting anxiety their entire life. While they did their best to handle it, there were times when, even with medication, they were overwhelmed. When they got their support animal, it was a bit of a learning curve, after all people expects skitties or dogs, not winged reptiles. They wore a special pair of glasses that, when their life-signs showed anxiety levels rising to the point where medication would not assist, and there were no dangers in the area, the words You are safe would slowly show in a corner, and the animal would softly begin to groom them, calmingly, to ease their fears. However, going aboard station, when others saw the monstrosity on their shoulder, well, sometimes they had to calm others’ fears about the creature they carried.
This prompt is because I’ve a friend who has severe anxiety and their companion animal is a pitbull. The dog is gentle, well-trained, and wears a vest to tell others it is a therapy animal. And yet, many times, they’ve had to explain that it’s a therapy animal, even pointing out the vest, when places try to force them to leave because it’s a pittie and people immediately assume that means “vicious”. – DaniAndShali
[AN: True historical fact - Pitbulls were once known throughout the United States as “Nanny Dogs” because of their gentle and temperate nature with children, as well as their ability to protect said children from wild animals, strangers, and other hazards. Pitties are sweethearts with a very bad reputation. There are no bad dogs, just bad owners.]
Trust a Deathworlder to trust a Deathworlder. – Galactic Alliance saying.
It was a Breknath Dragon. It was wearing the bright red of Medik Assistance, and on a leash. It was attached to a Human with Offensensitivity goggles and a Lifealert add-on attached to their datareader vambrace. The Breknath Dragon perched neatly on the Human’s shoulder like a terran parrot and had a muzzle embellished with artificial flowers and bows. It also had protective, colourful covers on its claws. So of course, the first reaction by Customs and Imports Officer Threq was, “Do you have a license for that?” Followed shortly by, “You have had its venom sacs removed, right?”
The Human, who was doing meditative-style breathing, ran their bare hands over the reptilian life-forms flexile spines. The creature responded by flexing a wing over their head and nuzzling their temple. There was a musical, trilling purr from the beast. “This is my assistance animal, I do have a license and removing the venom sacs is harmful to their health, so I milk him as part of the daily routine. It’s part of my income via Medik Central. I’m a licensed dragon-milker… but for only one dragon.” They brought out a kit from their carry-on. “This is the milking kit, I can demonstrate, but there won’t be more than maybe five millivu’s[1].”
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Challenge #02607-G050: This is MY Baby
The most dangerous place in the whole world is between mother and child.
A: She’s not even a human!
B: You can take this child from my cold, dead hands. Don’t worry, little one, I will not let them near you. – Anon Guest
There are indisputable, largely unwritten, laws of the universe. Some of them are common sense like, Do not drink water that smells bad. Some are a little more specific like, Never eat the food at a place called Mom’s, or Don’t play cards with someone who smiles all the time. But the number one rule, known even by creatures that can’t articulate the thought, is this: Never mess with a mother and her child.
Marvin was, possibly, seventeen years old. If he had a family before, he certainly couldn’t remember anything about them. He had spent his entire life being the scapegoat for The Razorz, and was generally the one person who took in the firewood, took out the trash, and took the blame for everything. It was quite a surprise, then, to learn that he had gained a mother.
She was, perhaps, four feet tall. She was also draconic, and a sort of muddy green that could blend in with a surprising amount of backgrounds. She had come out of nowhere to prevent Big Yan from landing another meaty fist on Marvin’s head, which was still ringing. She made herself look as menacing as a singular Kobold could look, and screeched, “YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY BOY!”
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Challenge #02606-G049: Rude Questions Welcome
A family is traveling home after spending time with friends and relatives for a holiday. The children are bored and ask their father, a botanical researcher, to tell them about the human companions that they got to travel with. – Anon Guest
“You do understand that I’m better with plants,” said their Papa. “I’ve heard a lot of things about Humans and some of them might even be true.”
The children laughed, so too did the Human sharing the travel lounge with them. “I can confirm or deny,” said the N'Ozzie named Jef, “but I can’t confirm or deny that my confirmations or denials are at all accurate.”
More laughter from the kids. N'Ozzies and humans alike might be Deathworlders with a reputation for literally everything, but they also had a reputation for being entertaining. Long trips were especially good because most Humans had a short amuse-by date. When a Human gets bored, they create entertainment. For themselves, for others, for innocent bystanders[1]… Humans pack potential entertainment for long interstellar trips. Road Trip Bingo isn’t it.
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