Challenge #03066-H158: Stolen By the Fae
Especially at the beginning of integrating humans into the Galactic Alliance, there are still humans that have never been to space, don’t really need any training. What do a fierce crew who have 2 (as many as you want) death-defy-ing humans think of this? do they visit earth and see this? or is a human with no training forced out into space. how crazy can a human with no training be? probably just as crazy but that’s not the point lol. Chaos ensues, have fun! – DisasterPan
Humans went from “to be avoided” to “in high demand” practically overnight. Which resulted in a lot of Humans entering employment whether they wanted it or not. The Alliance didn’t necessarily travel all the way to Terra to get them, since Human colonies were abundant. However, many of them were… not exactly prepared for a spacer’s life.
Call hir… Den. Ze had just been minding hir own business, eking out hir existence on a poultry farm in the middle of almost-nowhere. Then the sky lights came and now ze was… here. A smooth, neutrally-coloured area that may or may not be one of the circles of hell. The bed upon which Den lay was comfortable, but the clothes were… not hirs.
Gone was the homespun cloth from hir mothers’ loom. Gone was the handmade quilt from hir grandmother. Gone was the poppet ze had had from childhood. This was not hir home. Everything was too clean. There was no way anyone had been living in this space before Den had been deposited here. There was so much to take in…
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Challenge #02370-F180: Stone Tools and Bear Skins
An alien crew hires a discount group of human bodyguards to protect them on an expedition to a heavily forested/jungled planet to research the planet life. Murphy’s law happens and the alien crew find out they hired the human group that is , as a group, a hybrid of MacGyver, John Wick, and the the A-Team. – Anon Guest
One of the launch seats, heavily charred, fell out of the tree with a solid thud. The Human who dislodged it had got up there by using a series of ropes, spiked objects, and an apparent disregard for gravity. Another Human, who had neatly sidestepped the falling chair, looked at the burned remains and said, “Whelp. There’s your problem.” Three other Humans laughed.
The one up the tree shouted, “Three more debris! All metal!” and the Humans working underneath cleared out from the hazard zone. One was carrying the chair. The Humans had been doing this since their explorer vessel exploded in a freak combination of electrical storm and meteor shower, and Grox had yet to understand why.
She was doing what they called ‘oxcart duty’, which consisted of applying her muscular strength to pull around a cart the Humans had made from convenient pieces. It was, they said, better than hauling “all that crap” by hand. That, and 'oxcart duty’ was keeping all the surviving scientists out of harm’s way. The Humans, after all, did not want to waste any more time rebuilding their carts.
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Challenge #02052-E228: Wifi Fhtagn — Steemit
It was small, and sleek, and had two antennae that made the whole thing look like an ascii-faced robot. Humans would easily see the ‘face’ and declare it as 'cute’ or 'a little bit derpy’. Those not blessed with the capability for pareidolia would only see lights and a line of USB slots.
The entire thing glowed. Even when it was not plugged into a power source. That was how they knew that the thing was from beyond this world. Possibly from beyond this reality. The air had a greasy quality around it and, if it was handled, the person handling it swear it felt as if the object were permitting them to do so.
But in all other things, it was a simple Wifi Modem. It boasted being able to connect to objects within fifty meters, and it did so faithfully. No matter what was between it and the user. Bricks. Other electronics. Re-enforced concrete. A faraday cage. You name it, it broadcast within that range. It even worked with Wifi boosters to extend its range.
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Challenge #01735-D274: Necessary Advancements
Magic is the science you don’t know yet. The science you already know is engineering. – @recklessprudence
The nature of magic is one of constant debate. Any sufficiently advanced technology can be indistinguishable from magic. Any sufficiently analysed magic can be treated like science. But, overall, anything that can not fit into the rules of science can be called magic.
Conjuring is always a good one. Making things, even temporarily, from thin air defies the laws of thermodynamics. Levitation defies the laws of physics. Science can take the molecules of a sow’s ear and transform it through laborious processes into a silk purse, but magic can do it in seconds with a simple transmogrification spell.
Which has lead, more or less, to the Magical Investigation Society.
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Challenge #01687-D226: The City of Ghosts
“The priests and holy-men, they claim those things out there are the restless ghosts of dead gods.”
“And what do you think?”
“I’m not so sure they’re ghosts.” – Anon Guest
They called this land the Dead Plains. The grasses grew high, but trees would not. Neither deer nor cow would voluntarily graze on the grasses, here. Even horses, an animal universally recognised as rather dim, would not walk into the preternatural flatness of the Dead Plains. And worse, it was fresh after Fire Season, when the desolate nature of this area was laid bare and black for all to see.
“What are they, then?” asked Baudrik, world’s unluckiest apprentice, as he helped his master pull the cart across the blackened wastes. He did his utmost not to look at the indistinct white figures as they went about their peculiar dances on the plains. They certainly looked like ghosts.
“That’s what I aim to find out. Legends say that there was a great war and a great weapon. Like all great weapons in legends, it made the people vanish, but left the buildings intact. And, of course, it was used. Or something went wrong and it turned against its creators.” Investigator Karis puffed as she spoke. This was harder work than either of the were used to. “The people didn’t quitevanish. And the buildings… went away. All that was left was a barren plain where only wild grass would grow, and no sensible living thing would ever wander.”
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Challenge #01216-C121: Not Under My Roof
@recklessprudence - Another alternate universe for Sara Louise.