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 #02563-G006: Little, Quiet, Troublesome
There were three humans aboard this ship. As big as it was, and with the size of the crew, even with three they had their hands full! Still, it wasn’t a bad job, pay was good and they saw some of the most beautifully unexplored worlds. Two of the humans were burly individuals, boisterous and active. During down time they always headed to one of the storage areas that had been converted to a game room to burn off steam playing racket-ball, badminton, or work out with the free-weights.
But then there was the third person. They were quiet, polite, unassuming. During down time they read, or worked with their companion learning the history, and language, both oral and written, of the crew they were with, something they did with every crew he ever worked for. In violent encounters, they were likely to stay back and let the larger, stronger, humans handle it and direct their efforts into helping their crewmates stay calm and get them to safety. But you know what they say, look out for the little guy. Because when the pirate attacked the ship and his companion was badly wounded, this small, unassuming, human makes the big ones look like gentle teddy bears compared to their rage. – DaniAndShali
Humans are pack animals, and they will bond with anything. They will even bond with inanimate objects. They’re that good at bonding with others. It has long since been advised that any ship should have a minimum of two compatible Humans on board. The Touring Trader had three. Two large ones who lived up to the expectations of Deathworlder violence on the daily, and one… who did not.
They called him Pip, though knowing Humans, it was either an extreme shortening of a much longer, much more complicated name… or an in-joke that only fellow Humans would understand or even find funny. He was the quiet one. During bonding times, he preferred to sit quietly and read while other Companions shared the same space. Sometimes, he would share snippets he found funny.
He liked creating things, working on clockwork constructions when he wasn’t on duty. Designing them on paper and tweaking the printed results in his little workshop. Even he joked that he was the Invisible Human, so quiet that he passed under everyone else’s radar. Nevertheless, the bigger Humans, Jo and Del, joked that everyone should “watch out for” Pip, as the most dangerous Human on board.
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Challenge #02516-F326: Once a Sword
Better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener in a war.
Humans, while striving for peace, prepared for war. – Anon Guest
Let’s go in the garden, you’ll find something waiting… – Terran children’s song.
This is a gardening planet. Call it Agraria. It has been specifically engineered for farming food crops for Terrans by Terrans. The people who choose to live there are called Vegans and they are, by and large, peaceful. They do not eat animal sourced nutrients and cultivate many plants that substitute for nutrients only found in animals. All in all, they’ve been very clever with their moral choices. They’re also possibly the most sanctimonious of peoples in the Galactic Alliance and are at near-zealot levels of trying to convert others into their lifestyle choices.
One would think that -apart from an obvious social impairment- they would be the least likely to fight any living creature about anything. At least physically. The Vegans of Agraria will debate any other life form to death about healthier food choices, but that’s not the point. This is about Humanity in all its forms, and how Humans revert to type in extremis.
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