Challenge #02500-F310: Bear’s Big Story
Human Ryan came highly recommended by other Galactic Alliance Scientists and Explorers who had worked with him. As a ‘gun for hire’ he had survived more than a few wars, notably against other humans and the Vorax Fleets (notes that also had me reaching for my calming medicine). On the flip-side he was highly protective of the lives put in his charge. Braving hostile Flora, Fauna and even the very planets themselves to keep his promise of “no one is left behind.” Even his chosen name of “*Bear” seemed to fit him more that his birth name. His Resume seemed too good to be true…But it was.
Still wary of the Deathworlder I elected to set up a video interview, hoping the apprehension on my part was not taken as an offence. True to reports, Human Ryan dismissed the apology with a wave of his large hand and a larger smile (being careful not to show his teeth) after a lengthy interview, the offer was made and accepted. Curiously he ask for he ships Dock-port number and said he would meet us there.
So here I am the Ships Captain, standing in the Observation Area scanning the Stars for our final crew mate. What Slipped into view was nothing I had ever seen before, parts of this craft I recognized as being manufactured by completely different Galactic races. But it all seemed to work flawlessly…somehow. I was not the only being on the ship that was awestruck by the craft. By the time it connected with the ship it seemed like half the Engineering team was clustered by the window looking at it.
Human Ryan stepped out of the craft and greeted me with a tooth-less smile and a “Captain Suk? Crewmate Bear, Reporting for Duty.” I returned the greeting, and commented that the Ship had human sized quarters available he needed them. He Respectfully declined stating that he preferred his sleeping arrangements. Seeing this as his opportunity the Chief Engineer began quickly and excitedly asking Bear about his ship. With the same Big Smile he sated “That is a long story, little one. It involves being shot down over a Junk Planet, the details of which I will share in the mess hall next off-duty cycle.” The Captain was pleased that this Human Bear was already attempting to pack-bond with the crew. Maybe this Voyage would be a Quiet and Uneventful one.
*After researching Human Databases the name Bear was given to a large Apex predator on Ancient Terra. Famous for its Gentle but also Violent Nature. – Anon Guest
The 'campfire’ had grown in the drydock bay, where Human Ryan’s kludge vessel was the background for what could be a show if there was a show. Engineers less interested in the story were stripping its plating off so they could get a better look at the inner workings, as well as the inner don’t-workings. There was no actual fire, just some random, colour-shifting displays because Humans enjoy something to zone out with when storytelling.
“I can tell you honestly, I thought I was a goner. I’d said the Last Lie and all. I thought I was going to beef it,” he began. “There I was, the last bulwark against twenty Vorax raiders, with just my stunner and a mop.” The Afro'ads in a circle around the holographic display were already entranced. “So I figured I’d go out with a real big bang. You can jury-rig a Stunner to explode, did you know that? One swissarmyknife, a bit of foil, and a lot of jiggery-pokery. I threw it a little early and blew up most of them. Big shock, I was still alive. So I twirled the mop like a bo staff and roared, Who’s next, asswipes? You know, full Deathworlder don’t-give-a-flakk mode.”
“Did you die?” asked one of the astounded Afro'ads. They were ahead of the bell curve when it came to anticipating Humanity’s tall tales.
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Challenge #02498-F308: Sleepless With Sialith
They knew humans could last a long time without sleep, but most had regular sleep intervals. When choosing a new man, they heard he was very reliable, fiercely protective of whatever crew he served, and anyone who’d worked with him were more than a little disappointed when he would be reassigned. Things seemed to be working out fine, until they noticed he was sleeping a lot less than most humans, but when he did, he crashed hard! So much so it was almost impossible to wake him, short of emergencies. When asked how he was able to be awake for so long, only to collapse like that, he sighed and said one word. “Insomnia.” – DaniAndShali
Compared with the rest of the animal kingdom, Humans just don’t stop. – pre-Shattering thesis on the nature of Human Endurance.
Humans are unstoppable. Many a Havenworlder has marvelled after a three-hour work session that the Ship’s Human thinks nothing of doing twice, or even thrice that before going to rest. Some Humans could go for longer in emergencies. Everyone seems to have that one story of how their Human stayed awake for impossible lengths of time. Even their own histories have records of Humans staying awake for frankly phenomenal lengths of time.
Then there’s the tale of Human Kat. Even for a Human, he was an odd one. He definitely lead solidity to the rumours abounding about Human Unstoppability. It seemed like he never slept. So much so that his shipmates decided to consult the Human Manual about sleep habits, what was healthy, and what was not. You can definitely imagine their shock and surprise when they discovered that working for forty-eight hours straight and sleeping for twelve was not a healthy sleep cycle. So they held an intervention.
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Challenge #02497-F307: Beginning to Look a Lot Like TERROR
A: oh god, oh fuck it’s happening again
B: what? What wrong?
A: not again, I’m not strong enough
B: for what?!
A: it’s coming, it’s coming
B: WHAT THE FUCK IS COMING
A: Christmas – Anon Guest
Some Humans are major league into their holidays. Often to the point that Station Regulations have to intervene in regards to what is on public display. Some are not very excited by their holidays, and some… despise them. Companion Huruk found this out whilst escorting Human Zae through one of the commerce districts.
All had been well. Human Zae seemed happy enough, even singing along with the music on the public system, and then a look of horror began to grow on her face. “Oh god. Oh flakk, it’s happening again…”
Companion Huruk was alarmed. If something could disturb a Human, it had to be serious business. Major-alert-level bad news. Ze made sure hir stunner was clear for drawing and fully charged. “What is it? Where is the trouble?”
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Challenge #02482-F292: Sauce Please
Humans are known to be very adaptable to most conditions thanks in no small part to the horrors that come naturally on their home planet. So while many aliens won’t be making Earth a tourist hot spot of the galaxy, the next best thing to experience human cultures are the restaurants in the space stations or food markets on a human colony. Seriously, if you have to think of nutrition requirements for more then two different species but can only go to one source? An authentic human restaurant is your best bet. – from tumblr
Humans have a very wide definition of ‘edible’. Many of them also pride themselves on their capacity for hospitality. It shouldn’t have come as a shock that Human restaurants catered to local cuisine as well as disparate Galactic needs associated with a blend of Havenworlders, Deathworlders, and every creature in-between. Yet, it did anyway.
Welcome to the Edge Territories. The best place to find hives of scum and villainy. Also the most checkered collections of civilisations ranging from 'technically’ to 'surprisingly advanced’. You can also find the kind of restaurants that would not be found anywhere else.
Welcome to Eldy’s. The 'Eat’ has been crudely painted on two different pieces of salvage and bolted or nailed to the superstructure on either side of the sign. There, the scent of cooking food wafts out with the steam, where clever use of the ventilation system is more or less free advertising. The menus are in GalSimple with pictures of what the expected meal looks like. Halos and skulls indicate which offerings are safe for Havenworlders and which ones are strictly for Deathworlders only. The number of each symbol indicates which level they’re safe for. While everyone can safely ingest Level 5 Havenworlder fare, the same does not hold true for Level 5 Deathworlder food. Which, it might be noted, also can contain scofield scale levels.
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Challenge #02279-F089: Simple Bonding Activities
Havenworlders loves play with Humans Hide and seek. They can use amazing skills to hide. But even this game starts to be boring. So next game was tag.
But they forget that Humans can chase down anyone. Humans are predators and Havenworlders starts to feel like a delicious prey. – Anon Guest
Humans can pack-bond through games, amongst many other activities. If your ship has an active Human, physical activity games are recommended. Similarly, more phlegmatic Humans can bond through tabletop games. If your Human does not prefer either of these, then ask your Human about their preferred bonding experience. – From You and Your Ships’ Human by Gorx Thorgorx
“Peekaboo. I found you,” said Human Ven. They were showing their teeth - a Human sign of approval. They were more lackluster about this activity than they had been half an hour ago.
“Are you getting bored?” asked Twibbit. “Or tired?” This was a concern. The care and maintenance of a Ships’ Human was a complicated task. Human Ven was their first and bonding was a very important step. “Is there something wrong?”
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