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Dash of Mystery to go with Misery

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starpeace

i’d love to see more fantasy/sci-fi worlds where a species lifespan difference between a married couple, or between friends, is a normal factor of life. i’m tired of dramatic angsting about it, i want to see how people cope with it when it’s just an everyday part of the world

how does it affect ideas of marriage when you are not, in fact, expected to be able to live out both your lives together? do certain species have specific traditions for mourning their shorter-lived friends? are interspecies friendships and relationships more avoided or more valued because of this? do longer-lived species form bonds with whole families, part of their lives for generation after generation? how does it affect society’s ideas of age/maturity if some people will never reach certain ages? are comparisons between different species’ relative ages argued about? how would it affect a political landscape if people with vastly different lifespans lived in one place?

i want “help, i know this is normal for humans but my husband decided to spend ALL the rest of his short life with me and now i can’t cope with how much i love him”. i also want “fuck, i killed a guy and i have to pay a wergild for his life but it turns out he had a lifespan 50x a human’s and the court here says i have to pay 50x as much, please bail me out”

“extortionate rates? ma’am, i am merely a humble artist. if you don’t want the very finest job done preserving the visage of those who will be gone in a mere flutter of a butterfly’s wings—pardon the expression—then by all means seek a cheaper option”

“our local ruler is from a species that endures hundreds of years longer than us. my children’s children will not live to see the end of his tyranny. unless we put an end to it ourselves”

“oh, that’s my uncle! he’s been a friend of the family for twenty generations. my ancestor saved his life in battle, you know how it is, he’s supposed to stay until he saves one of our lives in return. but we’re mostly shopkeepers so now he’s just kind of here. gives great birthday presents”

“sweetheart please stop making me put off writing a will. we both know you have no life skills so you are going to be provided for when i die or so help me i WILL make you learn how to cook”

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xenosaurus

One of my favorite tricks for designing alien species/cultures is to take a real animal with an interesting lifecycle and think about what that biology would translate to if they had human intelligence

Example: silk moths as a base species

Because the moths themselves don’t eat and only live long enough to mate and then starve to death, the entire culture is made up of children and adolescents. The older children raise the younger ones, with families being made up of hatchmates from different years.

Because molts and eventual transformation into a short lived adult happen on a set schedule, families have a cycle— when your oldest set of siblings cocoon to become adults, you wait at the mating grounds and try to adopt their newborns after they pass. If that fails, you take any ‘orphans’ you can find.

Because death and birth are nearly simultaneous, they have a religion based around reincarnation, and infants with markings similar to a parent are often given their name. Claiming the offspring of a beloved family member is vitally important, because you want to be able to protect their soul and keep them close.

Because it’s hard to track the offspring of your male family members, there are sometimes major fights when a family sees an infant with familiar markings in another family’s clutch.

Between mating seasons, their culture is extremely food-oriented, because everyone is growing and silkworms eat nigh constantly. They spend most of their lives outdoors but sleep and shelter from bad weather in large family dwellings made from wood and the remains of the silk cocoons of prior generations.

everyone is really vibing with the silkworm aliens I see

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Deep Water and Scales

“The only warning was a sound like a bubble popping.”

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With an almost-delicate sound, the floor have way, and Human-Amir plunged straight down with a shout of surprise, only for more water to pour from the ceiling atop him.

Humans could swim, but not well enough to withstand hundreds of gallons of water thundering down.

Vree struggled against his crewmates’ hold, but to no avail.

“The human is drowning!” He snarled. “Let me go, damn you!”

“That water is near a hundred meters,” Ript told him, panting with the effort of holding him back. “You will sink like a stone and both of you will die.”

“We will find a way!” Vree struggled harder. “Humans are hard to kill- we will find a way!”

“Humans are, but you are not human!” Bitt said from the other side. “ and you can barely swim in STILL water. Perhaps-“

The argument was interrupted by the sound of pounding feet behind them. Vree half-turned in time to see Human-Nerea blaze past them at a run.

She barely slowed to kick off her shoes and rip off her garments, before diving into the water fearlessly.

Fizzt wasn’t quite fast enough to grab the crazy, naked, human.

“To the water’s edge,” Vree Commander, and shrugged off the other two. “And find a way to turn off the torrent!”

The water had overflowed its containment and was rising quickly, but their humans had yet to reappear. Ript joined Fizzt at the control panel. Vree tugged Bitt towards the tank, and the lower levels to try and see if their humans were still alive.

Clouds of white bubbles obscured their view, but Vree peered through them anxiously nonetheless, his tail lashing with anxiety. He liked both of the crew-Humans, and both of them had saved his life more than once in the past.

“Got it!” Ript called, words heralding the end of the torrent. Just in time, as the water was halfway up Vree’s thighs and would be above waist-height on a human. “Can you see them?”

“No,” Vree replies glumly. “How long can humans hold their breath?”

“Four minutes is average,” Fzzt spent the most time talking to the humans. “Human-Nerea said more, sometimes but we were interrupted before She could clarify.”

Vree sighed, and stared into the tank, wondering how long they should wait before giving up. As the water cleared, something large flashed red and white though the dark water.

Scales.

“There is something in there,” he said, and ran up to the surface to try and get a better look. “A large marine creature with scales.”

“Did you see blood?” Ript wanted to know, and Vree shook his head. “Or movement? Anything?”

“No I- wait!” He stared into the water, and then scrambled back when he did indeed se movement, heading quickly for the surface. “Look out!”

Belatedly he realized that, with a meter of water covering the floor, the creature was certainly not contained to just the pit anymore.

He need not have worried.

“That sucked,” Human-Amir said bitterly when his head broke the surface and he finished coughing up water. Vree immediately hailed him up and away from the potential danger, because the scaled creature was still in there. “So that pit goes a LONG way down, for future reference.”

Human-Nerea was next to appear, but she raised a hand to stop Vree when he went to lift her out.

“I’m alright,” she said calmly, but Vree was already moving when he saw the white-and-red just below her. “No- wait-!”

“You… have a tail,” he said dumbly when he had the human suspended over the water. “And scales.”

“I know,” she sighed, and now that he listened, her voice was different. Like there were more frequencies there than usual. “We need to talk about my species classification. Put me back in the water, please- and watch my spines.”

Spines. She did have spines, that flared out along her dorsal and sides. Obedient- and somewhat shocked- Vree put her down and she stabilized herself with ease.

“Is this really the place?” Human-Amir asked wryly, although he looked much better now. “Or the time?”

“We ought to see what’s down there, and now the water is aerated,” Human- human? Nerea said reasonably. “And I already have my scales on.”

“Be careful, yeah?” Amir dug in his pocket and produced a small, waterproof light for her.

“Always.”

Before Vree could say anything, she vanished underwater with the light.

“What…?” Britt found his voice first, and Vree was sure his muzzle looked just as confused. Humans had scales? That came out in water?

“Nerea is a mermaid,” Amir said like it explained everything. When he realized how little that meant to them, he explained more. “She can tell you more, but if she gets submerged in water, her tail and gills appear, along with some other stuff. She saw me go under and came down to get me.”

“You were under for six point eight minutes,” Ript said dumbly. “You have never beat your time of three point two. How-“

“She kissed me,” Human-Amir was clearly feeling alright, because he moved over to the control panel and began examining it. “Kiss of a mermaid can save a man from drowning.”

“Is… is that a trait of her kind?” Fizzt asked cautiously. “Like the scales?”

“You mean did i know she could do it?” the human asked vaguely, and pressed a button. The tank above them shifted away and let light flood into the room. “I mean I knew she was a mermaid. There’s a couple Others around. Hell, technically I’m an Other, although my stuff is learned, not inherent.”

This was all entirely new to Vree and he stared at their human, who gave him a slightly-apologetic shrug.

“Are these… Others… a differing species?” Vree found his voice after several minutes of blank confusion.

“Some,” Human-Amir said casually. “Mermaids started out human but got changed into something else and breed true. Fae look human when they feel like it. Vampires are dead, but they were human before they died. Sorcerers- I’m a sorcerer- are human, but have magic. It’s complicated.”

“Magic?”

In reply, Human-Amir snapped a flame into life. It danced across his fingertips looking for something to burn. Vree stifled a hell of surprise, but only just. Behind him, Ript started to curse. “I cast spells. Nerea’s stuff is mostly just related to what she is. The songs and the kiss and all.”

This was more than Vree could handle. Humans were bad enough, but now they had this… ‘magic’, also? Perfect. Just perfect.

“It just goes straight down,” Human-Nerea reappeared, red hair dripping. “Looks like this is filtration for the ship’s drinking water.”

“It just goes straight down,” Human-Nerea reappeared, red hair dripping. “Looks like this is filtration for the ship’s drinking water.”

She hauled herself out of the water and looked around with a sigh. “My shoes and dress are gone, aren’t they?”

“Will you be okay barefoot?” Human-Amir stripped off his coat and gave it to her. It was long enough to fall to his knees and would cover her completely.

…if she had legs again any time soon.

As if to answer Vree’s thought, the… mermaid? Lifted her tail out of the water. Moments later her scales fell away, leaving human skin in their place.

In seconds she looked completely human, and stood.

“Should be,” she said calmly and smiled up at Vree. He only blinked at her, just about at his limit for human oddity for the day. “Did you explain?”

“Some.”

“How much?”

“The existance Of Others and that you’re a mermaid and I’m a sorcerer. About the Kiss. Thanks, by the way.”

“Any time, but hopefully not often. Vree, are you alright?”

No, Vree was not alright. Vree was very confused. Explanations could wait until after they got back to their own shop, but-

“Do we reclassify your species?” He asked, because it was the only thing he could think to say.

“Don’t bother,” Nerea seemed pleased by the answer. “Others are almost entirely human-base. Unless someone tells you, just assume we’re all human.”

“Well there’s Blaec-“ Human-Amir started, and Human-Nerea rolled her eyes in the human sign of exasperation.

“Lord Petos doesn’t count,” she said pointedly. “Lord Peters is nearly thirty thousand years old and does whatever he wants.”

“Who… or what… is Lord Petros?” Vree was sure he would regret asking as he ushered his humans out of the water-filled room. “We are going back to the ship.”

“But we aren’t done exploring!” Human-Amir protested, but Knew perfectly well that Vree would carry him if he made a fuss. Human-Nerea seemed content to go, but then, she was missing footwear, which often made humans uncomfortable.

“Lord Petros is a Dragon,” she said, and let Vree lift her onto his shoulder when they came to the hallways. There were sharp bits everywhere and her feet would be cut if she walked. “He is very old, very powerful, and none of the rules apply to what he can or cannot do. You probably won’t meet him, but if you do, use his title, not a species moniker.”

“He’s friends with my grandfather,” Human-Amir said casually. “The Human Galactic Empire is very polite when Blaec wants something. Last time I saw him, he was about the size of a Destroyer.”

A human destroyer was eight thousand meters or more. The thought of a creature that large was enough to make Vree’s tail flick nervously.

“And this Lord Petros can look human when he cares?” He asked, just to be sure.

“Yeah, often enough. It’s not like he can fit inside most ships anymore.”

Great. Shapeshifter. Immensely powerful ancient shapeshifter who, presumably, was somewhat picky about manners.

“You will have to explain all of this.”

Why were humans always so complicated?

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Black Scales and Open Spaces

“Everything here can kill you, but I can do it the most efficiently.”

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The ballroom came to a stereotypical screeching halt as the hard-edged, snarling voice cut through conversation like a knife.

Immediately, five officials converged towards the Thraxxis ambassador and her mate. The tripedal creatures were new to the Alliance after their crushing defeat, and prone to forgetting that they were no longer the most dangerous thing in any given room.

Vree watched the whole thing in mild astonishment. He was only here at the invitation of Human-Amir (who was apparently higher-ranked than he thought) and was doing his best not to offend anyone.

“Shit,” Human-Amir spat. He grabbed a passing official. “Who let the Thraxxis talk to Lord Petros? Tell the Sheikh what happened. Go!”

The official blanched white and took off at a run.

Vree turned alarmed eyes on the rising confrontation. Lord Petros? Human-Amir spoke of him in cautious, respectful tones, but this was the first time Vree actually SAW him.

He was tall for a human, Vree decided warily, but did not look terribly odd otherwise. He had the black hair and brown skin of a desert human, and toxic-green eyes. His garb was appropriate for the fine evening, and he was unornamented, and unarmed.

The humans were talking fast, two attempting to hustle the Thraxxis away, and three more, who seemed to be falling over themselves to apologize.

“What is the problem?” Vree asked Human-Amir quietly. His human friend was decidedly nervous.

“Don’t know, but whatever has Blaec mad enough to threaten is serious business,” Human-Amir muttered. He nudged Vree. “We’re too close, if this gets messy.”

Lord Petros held up a hand and immediately all three attending humans fell silent. The woman on his arm- almost certainly his mate- offered them a smile, but it looked cold, even to Vree.

“If the ambassador from Thraxxis has something to say, he should say it,” his voice snapped like a cut cable, and hissed oddly. “What precisely did you mean by your comment? The one regarding my wife, and your eagerness to study her kind?”

“Oh hell,” Human-Amir went a sickly sort of grey. “They brought Evelene into it. They’re gonna die. And we are WAY too close.”

He pushed at Vree more pointedly, and Vree noticed more humans ushering others out every available door.

Anything that had the humans running was bad business. Humans didn’t run from much, including the things that actively tried to eat them.

Vree went for the door at a quick trot, and resolved to find out more about this Lord Petros, and why the humans were so careful around him.

They were too far to hear more of the encounter, but when Vree looked back over his shoulder, he realized that the officials had abandoned their mission and were pounding for the doors at a run.

The Thraxxis, apparently, had not gotten the message. The ambassador’s spines were raised threateningly, and her mate stood steady just behind her.

Unwise.

With a snarl, Lord Petros changed from a tall human, into a mountain of black scales.

Vree’s legs went to jelly, and he grabbed for the wall, eyes fixed on the spectacle before him.

The ballroom could easily fit a human destroyer within it’s cavernous hall. It was designed as a place to build such ships, before the humans turned into a place for events like this one.

It was barely big enough to accommodate Lord Petros in his true form.

Black wings stayed furled, but they rustled and shifted, and still nearly brushed the ceiling. His tail coiled around the hall and the top lashed furiously.

A thousand meters of dragon had a very particular sound. The bone-click of scales and the furnace-rumble as he took slow, angry breaths.

Fire glowed between the scales of his throat, and flickered behind his teeth.

“Say it again,” the creature- hissed. His voice was like a volcano erupting, and the sharp scent of burning metal filled the hall.

A scrap of white fluttered just between his eyes- Lady Petros, unconcerned by her husband’s transformation and apparently accustomed to this behavior.

Vree stood frozen, unable to move and shivering. His hindbrain screamed for him to run, but his legs refused to do so.

“I always forget how big Blaec is when he’s like this,” Human-Amir whispered. He clutched at Vree’s arm. “It’s been a while since I saw him at full size.”

“Is he going to-“ Vree didn’t know what he was going to say, but he got an answer nonetheless.

The Thraxxis said the wrong thing.

The dragon’s head snapped down like a snake. His jaws came together in whump not unlike a ship crashing into solid rock.

The Thraxxis vanished without so much as a mark on the floor to show what happened to them.

“Well that happened,” Human-Amir said shakily. “I hope Grandfather will talk him down, or the Thraxxis are going to have a bad time.”

“Grandfather?” Vree managed to squeal out the word, his eyes fixed on the dragon. When the humans said how big he was, Vree just assumed they were exaggerating. Humans did that sometimes.

They were not exaggerating.

“Me,” a lone human walked pat Vree, in the tradition dress of their homeworld’s desert. “If you intend to stay, Grandson, do so quietly.”

“Yes Grandfather,” Human-Amir said (surprisingly) obedient. The old human nodded and forged down the stairs, calm and deliberate.

“Grandfather Al-Mudhib is a djinn,” he added in a whisper to Vree. “He’s as old as Blaec- or maybe older- neither of them know which of them is more powerful. If they fought, they might rip a hole in reality.”

Black spots floated across Vree’s sight, and his hearts pounded out of sync. Just the thought of that kind of power-

“Blaec,” the ancient human said, without raising his voice. Vree marveled at his calm, considering what just happened. “I trust the insult to your honor has been satisfied?”

“I am undecided,” the dragon growled, although he seemed to coil in on himself. It took a moment for Vree to realize that he was shrinking rapidly. In a matter of moments, there was a human where once a dragon stood. “The insult is satisfied, and yet the threat to my Treasure remains. How do you suggest I answer it?”

“With fire, as always. How else?”

“And the peace?”

“Leave peace to the humans. You and I are kindled for other things.”

Vree never knew what made him do it, but he stepped forward, despite Human-Amir’s whispered protests.

“Lords,” He croaked, and knelt when they looked at him. Before he dropped his eyes, he got a glimpse of Lady Petros’ smile. Hopefully that meant he wasn’t about to die. “Our alliance is hard-won. I beg you-“

It wasn’t his nature to beg, but these beings were gods compared to him, and there was no shame in groveling to gods.

“Please- let us have the peace we fought for,” he continued, speaking to the floor because it was less likely to eat him. “I am not human, but I know some, and while your people are fierce in war, they love peace- as do we all.”

“That was very eloquent.”

Soft human hands lifted Vree’s chin and he discovered Lady Petros smiling down at him. She was lovely, for a human, and all in white, with black scales decorating her throat and ears.

Her husband’s scales, Vree realized.

“You argue for peace for a people not your own,” she murmured. There was a burr in her voice that Vree recognized from Human-Nerea. Lady Petros must be a mermaid. “More gracefully than those practiced at it, and even though you are afraid.”

“Peace is important,” Vree laid his ears back nervously. He didn’t like having the attention of these great beings on him alone. “Important enough to say something. …please don’t eat me.”

She laughed and turned her eyes on her husband. “My love, I am never from your side. I will pass the word to my nieces, and all will protect them. Let this alliance have its peace.”

Lord Petros wavered, and finally smiled. Vree tried not to breathe. It mit change his mind.

“As you will, beloved,” Lord Petros bowed to her wishes. “I will withhold my fury, for now.”

“Thank you, Lord Petros,” Vree said shakily, and started to breathe again.

He might just survive today after all.

“As you say, Blaec,” Al-Mudhib said agreeably. He folded his hands calmly and Vree dropped his eyes back to the floor. He didn’t know what a djinn was, and he didn’t WANT TO. “Shall I go and reassemble the guests?

“Might as well. And you-“ Lord Petros fixed his gaze on Vree.

Vree resisted the urge to shrivel into the floor.

“Vree, Lord Petros,” Vree said to the stone floor. “From planet Ha’reet, of the Fetar system.”

“My wife is right, Vree of Ha’reet,” Lord Petros said cooly. “You argue eloquently for peace. Join us at our table. I wish to hear your thoughts on other things.”

Vree gripped his own tail and tried not to cut and run.

This was not what he had in mind when he came to this party!

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The legend, the rumor

“…you want me to what?” Vree asked, tail twitching despite himself.

“We have two humans coming aboard,” Commander Ryyt repeated himself colt. “As our senior xenobiologist, I am putting them in your charge.”

“I specialize in PLANTS,” Vree said helplessly. He had heard the stories about humans just like everyone else, and believed almost none of it. “What am I supposed to do with humans?”

“Learn about their culture,” the commander shrugged. “And their biology. Everything you can. The Pride Council needs to know how much truth there is in the rumors.”

Probably none, Vree thought grimly. Rumors were always exaggerated, usually beyond understanding.

“Why me?” He asked, hoping for a way out of this mess before it got started. “I never deal with sentient creatures. You remember the tak-ra incident, sir.”

“I do,” Ryyt sighed. “But you’re still the tanking xenobiologist on the ship, and your impressive military record suggest that, should any of the stories be true, you will be able to defend yourself.”

Well that was promising. Vree glared, But to no avail. One of Ryyt’s striped ears twitched. He knew Vree too well. He could never resist a mystery, and humans were the biggest mystery there were.

“When do they arrive?”

“In one solar hour, give or take.”

Damn him. No time to prepare or anything.

“Can they do anything useful, or are they soldiers?”

“Human-Nerea is an environmental specialist. Human-Amir is a xenotechnology specialist. They both have some combat training, but they are scientists before soldiers.”

Ryyt handed Vree the file on his desk and sat back as Vree flipped through it quickly. There was more information than he could read before the humans arrived, but he could study it while they settled in.

“I take it you accept?” Ryyt asked when Vree laid his ears back and glared at his commanding officer. “I can find someone else but you’re the best fit.”

“No, I’ll do it,” Vree muttered, and closed his fingers around the file. “I want hazard pay any time I have to go to shore with them, and any time there MIGHT be hostiles in the area. Double if the ship is breached or there may be fighting of any kind.”

“Pessimistic, aren’t you?”

“Only if the stories aren’t true. If they are, you’ll be glad I only asked for this.”

That made Ryyt snarl a laugh and he waved a dismissal. “Fine, Fine. I’ll arrange it. And Vree, I doubt the stories are true.”

“So do I,” Vree shrugged. “But you never know. Where will they be?”

“Dock five. And Vree?”

Vree turned and cocked an ear to show he was listening. Ryyt gave him a fangy grin.

“Yes sir?” Vree said cautiously, sensing the commander’s wicked sense of humor.

“Try not to let them eat you. Dismissed.”

The door closed in his face before Vree could do more than hiss his displeasure.

Try not to get eaten indeed!

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No Moon

In the galaxy, humans are known as the best allies you can have… and the worst enemy you can imagine.

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The Human Galactic Empire has a certain reputation that we tend to forget about.

See, humans are NICE. they’re cheerful, and curious, and mostly people treat them like overeager kittens, sticking noses and paws into whatever catches their interest.

And sure, there’s always those stories that go around. How the ship’s human crawled through ventilation ducts, and everyone thought they would die but it turns out they breathe waste-gasses.

About that one time when a ship crashed with no expected survivors, and when the recovery team got there, the humans were growing crops and splashing in the groundwater.

They survive. Everyone knows that humans are hard to kill on purpose and harder to kill by accident. They can live through things that are the stuff of nightmares, and only come out stronger.

But they’re CUTE. Cuddly and soft skinned with almost no natural weaponry. They’re small- lighter than almost any other race, and deceptively easy to break, even if it probably won’t actually kill them.

So when the Thraxxis invaded and the entire Galactic Alliance ran, because we were outmanned and outgunned, no one thought of the humans.

Unfortunately for them, neither did the Thraxxis.

First the humans fortified. Their own worlds were inhospitable anyway- they simply retreated to the parts where nothing else could live.

Next, they focused all their considerable determination on their allies. One by one, the alliance’s populated worlds became bastions for the humans to fight from.

We watched in disbelief. The only thing to do when the Thraxxis came was to flee. They devoured worlds and their armada was unstoppable.

Unless, apparently, you were human.

The humans took casualties- of course they did. The Thraxxis were four meters tall, had bone spurs and claws, and were feared for their skill in combat. Somehow, that only spurred the humans on. Every massacre turned into a homing-beacon and was quickly- ruthlessly- avenged.

They seriously underestimated both the humans’ terrifying ingenuity, and their startling territorialism. See, the humans are friendly. They are social. They are delighted to make friends with anything that holds still long enough to cuddle on.

They are also merciless, hard to kill, and traveled in packs of the strong, the fast, and the clever.

The invasion stalled. The Thraxxis couldn’t breach any the protected worlds, and yet still more powerful than anything the Alliance could field.

A call went out across the galaxy and farther. We did not understood why the humans would cry for aid so loudly- surely simple communication was enough? What need was there for a scream that reached even distant stars?

When questioned, the Human Commander showed his teeth, and said only, cryptically, “E.T. Phone Home.”

For months, the fight went stagnant. Only small frays and none of them much gain or loss for either side.

That was when something else appeared.

At first, we thought it was more enemies. The newcomers were massive- as big as a moon and filled to bursting with small, aggressive ships that swarmed anything that got near.

“That’s no moon,” The Human Commander told the Alliance, still cryptic, but eyes lit with the sort of smile the humans only made at their most deadly. He refused to explain, but the other humans seemed to understand nonetheless.

The moon-ship drifted into our occupied space, and when it was haled, a human face responded. A human, who wore a formal uniform. Who even the Commander spoke to with deference. His leader, from a galaxy the Alliance never knew the humans ruled.

Empire, we all remembered with sudden fear. The humans called themselves an Empire, and somehow no one ever questioned why.

Four more moon-ships arrived over the course of a week. With them came massive battleships, each capable of holding a world by themselves.

Humans breed fast, and suddenly we had cause to wonder just how many humans there really were, scattered here and there.

Trillions, the humans admitted casually when someone finally worked up the courage to ask. Spread over thousands of worlds and star bases. All emptied to defend the farthest wing of their sprawling empire.

The next battle would be forever remembered. It was the only time all five moon-ships fought together.

The Thraxxis looked at what they faced. At the moon-ships with their hives of fighters. At the warships, each a match for their own. At the worlds they lost, one by one as the humans rose up and tore apart their invaders.

The Thraxxis, wisely, fled with what little remained of their shattered armada.

The Alliance trembled. For so long, we believed that the silly pink monkeys were nothing, simply curious and cheerful.

The humans tried to reassure us. We were independent, they promised. They believed in the Alliance, and in the people, and in peace.

But we never forgot the might of the Human Galactic Empire. Our allies.

For now.

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Invasion Denied

“Supreme Commander- I have the newest documentation on the planet.”

Zo'argh  turned smoothly. Something about The way the lieutenant said it caught  his attention. When he looked over the trembling Cephiloi in front of  him, the fear (grey-green skin, trembling) became apparent.

“Speak,” he acknowledged with a wave of one pseudopod. “You have been analyzing Their communications?”

“I  have,” the lieutenant confirmed and offered a data pad with two  trembling tentacles. “They- we are not the first otherworlders to  attempt to conquer this world. I- I have completed a selection of their  greatest victories for your perusal.”

Zo'argh flipped through the data-vids and felt his four eyes becoming wider and wider. Cold shock sank into his bones.

Their  empire had sent him to take the small planet for its useful minerals  and resources- the race that ruled it was supposed to be primitive,  although numerous, and easily defeated.

“They fight to the last,” he observed weakly when the torrent of information ebbed. “Warriors all it seems.”

“We  thought them primitive, but so have many other great races- some even  we know nothing of. The humans wiped them out. The file titled  Independance Day appears to involve digital infiltration on an  incredible scale. And Star Wars-”

“The distant past of their  species but still a poignant warning,” Zo'argh agreed. The suggestion  that this was a mere colony of an ancient and powerful Empire capable of  hypertravel and planet-destroying weapons… “seek out the truth. We  must know more about their galactic empire before we engage this  colony.”

“Even their children seem capable of great feats. And  when they are not rallying against threat from outside their world, they  seem to worship a pantheon of war gods unlike any we have ever seen.”

“Ram-bo, 007, this… Bourne? John Wick- heroes or gods?”

“We  don’t know, sir. New legends seem to broadcast every few solar  rotations. I think we have to assume at least some are still active among the population.”

Zo'argh considered this new information.  Alliances were unusual within their own culture, but there was honor in  allying with another powerful world.

There really were a LOT of  humans down there. Billions, if the report was correct. Any of whom  might be one of these mighty heroes. Or all of them. The news clips  seemed to suggest that even the most ordinary human could be capable of  incredible things when under duress.

“Even the children will defy  all expectation to fight a perceived threat- including each other,” the lieutenant said fearfully and pulled up another recording labeled ‘Hunger  Games’. “This is the legend of a culture that sent their children into a  gladiatorial arena to battle for the right for food. The general  populous tore down the ruling faction and replaced it with another for  the offense.”

“And the ones you have labeled only 'nightmares’?”

Zo'argh wasn’t sure he wanted to know. If humans could face down the most deadly in the galaxy, what could possibly scare them?

“The  tales of their insane,” the lieutenant shuddered all over and turned a  shocking color of yellow- sheer terror. “Those that predate upon their  own race for entertainment or sheer insanity. Sir- humbly I suggest you  do not watch them. They are… horrific in the extreme.”

Surely not. The information techs were a weak-willed bunch. Zo'argh was a supreme commander.

He opened a file labeled 'Saw 4’

He scrambled to close it again, pseudopods now trembling furiously. 

“Abort the invasion, on my authority.”

What was wrong with this species?

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What waits in the Dark

Aliens come to earth seeking resources and the enslavement of humanity.

The hidden vampire population takes action to protect their food supply.

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When humans first reached out to touch the stars, people took note.

Oh, they had little adventures within their own solar system of course, it that didn’t count. The laws were very clear. No invasions before a planet achieved interstellar travel.

But that didn’t mean people never looked at them- and they liked what they saw.

Humans were a small race. Almost all under two meters. Thin, soft. Nearly no natural weaponry, and so curious they would kill themselves trying to discover.

Easy pickings, for one of the many warrior races around.

Well, the Y’dree did run screaming that one time but Y’dree were strange like that. The Bravv were made of sterner stuff.

If was a simple matter to disable their few ships, and bring in the landers full of foot troops. A few thousand for each major city was enough.

No need to be wasteful after all.

The humans were curious at first, as was their nature. They would be exceptional slaves, and their home world was rich with useful elements of all kinds.

Despite a surprisingly effective resistance movement, humanity crumbled easily.

And then the anomalous reports began.

A whole troop died, struck down by a strange sonic weapon by the edge of the sea.

Strange fungal circles sometimes turned into deadly temporal traps for the unwary. The few that vanished there were never seen again, but the clues left behind showed signs of extreme, sudden aging.

A large, dormant super volcano woke suddenly and violently, with waves of fire that screamed into the sky.

One survivor spoke of a mountain of black scales and wings that blotted out the sky.

Poor creature was clearly insane, but no one was quite bold enough to go make sure.

And then the raids started.

Beings who could move faster than a blink.

Who had all the natural weapons humans seemed to lack, and yet were impossible to kill.

They struck from everywhere and vanished into the population, invisible and waiting.

Vampires, the humans said, and shrugged. Monsters from the ancient world- some thousands of years old or more. Hard to kill if you knew how, and the humans weren’t telling.

Torture made a human scream, but also made them lie past all hope of effective information.

Holy water, they said as if the Bravv interrogators would know what that was. Religious symbols, but only held by one who truly believed in it. Fire, and decapitation, But those would kill anyone.

It also caught the vampires’ attention.

The torture halls were discovered empty but for a few alien bodies, and burning.

The message was clear. Don’t do that again.

The Bravv began to consider very seriously whether this little rock was worth it.

In the end, the uprising was no real surprise to any of High Command. There were billions of humans, and any one of them could be a vampire- or something much much worse.

City after city fell. Packs of vampires- called covens- rose to defend their home under treaties written before humanity had a word for such.

And then the leaders appeared. Master Vampires. Millennia old and more powerful by themselves than a hundred of their lesser kind.

The Bravv decided that this planet was definitely not worth it, and beat a very hasty retreat. They promptly discovered that, while their attention was on the ground, a few intrepid humans had captured a Bravv battlecruser and did not plan to give it back.

The rest of the fleet considered what would happen if they tried to take it away from it’s human hosts- and bravely fled back to their home world at top speed.

Maybe the Y’dree had the right idea after all!

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HGE - Invasions

HGE - The Others

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On the months my research team and I were allowed to live on Earth and observe their habitat I noted the following about human young:

- human young will turn anything into a weapon to mock battle their peers, broom sticks, straws, even their food

- when in large groups human young will display games of mock hunts against each other. The two most common being “tag” where one young will try to catch the other young acting as prey, and “mob” where all of the young will try to catch a single young who acts as the prey. This suggests an instinctive ability for both pack and solo hunting

- human young will often hone their stalking and hunting skills by hiding or attempting to sneak up on others and pouncing with loud sounds meant to intimidate and frighten. This is considered amusing for the attacker and victim  

- adult humans will often mock attack their young with their hands or objects to train the young to protect their vital areas and avoid injury. The young find this amusing and will quickly learn to train each other in this manner

- young humans will often attack and attach themselves to an older human’s legs, arms, or back, hanging on despite being dragged or carried while the adult human walks away. Both humans seems to find the experience entertaining 

- young humans are extremely territorial and will attempt to drive off others from food, toys, and areas they have claimed as theirs with physical and verbal attacks. Fortunately, most adult humans actively try to train this behavior out, insisting the young come to an agreement or share resources and territory. 

- young humans constantly search for new territory, dens, and resources. They will climb trees, shelving, anything they can reach. They will climb under and behind things. If there are no suitable hiding areas they will construct them out of blankets and cushions or any other available item. 

- young humans display a strong pack instinct, quickly forming social groups and defending their group against other groups. Often they will split their own group in order to mock battle each other in contests

- HUMAN YOUNG WILL BITE IF DISTRESSED OR ANGRY AND EMIT LOUD NOISES THAT CALL MATURE HUMANS TO AID THEM

- human young will beg for domesticated carnivores as companions, and if gifted with one will pack bond with it to an extreme point.

- human young will carry a toy and try to protect and nurture it as if the toy was their own young

- human young require constant stimulation in the form of games or information. They will constantly question things and can spend extraordinary amounts of time asking “why”, often while poking the subject in question

- human young will try to eat anything at least once. Anything. If it will fit into their mouth they will attempt to eat it. If it will not fit into their mouth they will lick it. 

-human young will voluntarily deprive themselves of oxygen to the point of unconsciousness in an attempt to trigger protective instincts in older humans so they get their way

- human young display great interest in mimicry, often dressing up as different professions, species, and objects. They also display great skill in mimicking the calls and body language of other species.        *Example: one human young had me quite concerned there was another Treawalbil in distress and I searched for quite some time before I discovered that the young was mimicking a Treawalbil distress trill with complete accuracy.       *Second Example: Human young have begun to wear wear “hats” with artificial crests similar to a Treawalbil and some have begun painting colorful patterns to their arms in imitation of our camouflage. 

- human young communicate constantly and spread information quickly not only among their own social group but other social groups as well.     *Example: The human young who mimicked a Treawalbil distress trill taught their social group and soon I was surrounded by human young calling out in distress. This caused the Treawalbil researchers much anxiety so the adult humans suggested teaching the young other calls. The human young learned enough for basic communication at an astonishing rate, but then other social groups we had not taught began using the same calls as well. Even adult humans began using the calls to communicate with us without translators. 

- Young humans will gift beings and creatures they believe to be in their social group with handmade objects, interesting specimens they have collected, or food. Strangely enough, a being does not have to be human in order to belong to a human’s social group. 

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@scarvenartist - I feel like you’d get a kick out of this, somehow. ^^

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Huhui had been reasonably terrified when they had discovered a human had been assigned to work with them on the financial records. Meeting a human for the first time had been as shocking and intimidating as the stories say. She was almost twice their height and covered in muscle that they knew could crush them with little effort. She looked them directly in the eye and bared her teeth when they met and Huhui flattened their ears and ducked their head in deference. 

She was surprisingly easy to work with, though unsettling. She had the focus and silence of a stalking mieraih once she started working and Huhui had to pause their efforts quite often to check that she was not stalking them instead of account inaccuracies. 

Huhui had been at work for several hours when the human suddenly stood, using her momentum to shove her seat backwards. Huhui scrambled out of their own seat as she stretched to her full height and held her arms out to emphasize her size and… opened her mouth wide and showed all of her teeth. By the gods Huhui was going to die, she was threatening them. 

They keened and flattened their ears and body against the floor, holding out their forward set of arms in the ‘please don’t kill me’ position. Everything was quiet for a long, long moment and Huhui dared to peek up at the human. She was crouched in front of him, her brow furrowed.

“Hey, you alright?” She spoke softly.

“You’re… you’re not angry?” Huhui let an ear flick forwards hopefully.

“Oh shit, I forgot about the yawning thing. I’m sorry man. I wasn’t trying to threaten you, humans yawn and stretch if they stay still too long.” The human held out a hand. “Lemme help you up.”

Huhui let their ears swing forward and put their hand into hers, their fingers tiny against hers. She gently pulled them to their feet and eyed them in a curious manner.

“Hey, sorry if this is rude… but… do you want to ride on my shoulders while I run down the hallway?”

Huhui blinked several times before flicking their whiskers forward in excitement and bouncing on both sets of hind legs. “It would be everything I have ever dreamed of!”

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This is the kind of story I need to be made into a series, if I felt I could do it justice I would myself but the little talent I have doesn’t extend to something like this

     Leader Nashini of the Space Freighter Unia was secretly fretting. A human had requested employment on her ship just a pawful of days ago. She had an excellent resume but had displayed a lot of threatening behaviors. Bared teeth and direct eye contact were bad enough but without mobile ears or a tail it was difficult to get an accurate read on the human. But, one didn’t really say no to a human, especially one who was qualified, and Leader Nashini had hired her and put her in accounting with Crew Huhui. 

     Crew Huhui was polite and deferential and most importantly, what the humans referred to as “cute”. Hopefully that was enough to protect them from any violence the human felt. Human’s supposedly pack bonded easily and were as protective of pack adjacent as they were of pack so if she bonded to Crew Huhui the rest of the crew should be safe as well. Or as safe as someone could be around a human.

     Cries of alarm snared Leader Nashini’s attention and she hurried to the doorway of the command center, her whiskers picking up heavy vibrations in the air that were rapidly getting closer. She looked down the corridor and instinctively shrank back.

     The human was running, her heavily muscled legs propelling her precariously balanced body forward at frightening speeds. Her teeth were bared and she was making a loud whooping cry that made Leader Nashini’s ears flatten backwards. She scrambled for balance as her hind legs threatened to give out on her when she saw Crew Huhui who was clinging to the back of the human!

     Crew Huhui had both sets of hind legs wrapped around the human’s broad torso and one set of forearms was wrapped around the human’s neck while the other set was waving wildly. For a brief, terrifying second Leader Nashini thought that Crew Huhui had attacked the human, thus dooming them all to be torn apart with her bare hands, but Crew Huhui had their ears and whiskers forward, their tail lashing behind them in joy. Crew Huhui was feeling joy. While riding on the back of a charging human.

     Was human aggressiveness contagious? Leader Nashini watched the pair charge down the corridor, staring after them for a long minute before moving to her communication console and sending a query to Homeworld.

     Is human aggressiveness contagious?

     Heavy footsteps pounded past the doorway again, this time both Crew Huhui and the human were making the loud whooping noise.

     Additional query: What does “yeehaw” mean?

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Humans are Loyal if Properly Bonded

I was in charge of feeding the prisoners. This had been my task since the Queen had taken me and 2 dozen other Murania as hostages. The others had not survived long, but I adapted. Obeyed.

The Queen had taken a human. A rare being this far into the Deep, but one feared from one end of the galaxy to the other. According to the Encyclopedia of Sentient Beings Capable of Space Travel, humans needed a diet of roughly 2000 calories a sol served in traditional 3 portions a sol. Which meant that I had to approach the human three times a sol. I could not fail my duties.

The first attempt at feeding the large being ended with a tray thrown at my head with enough force that it would have caved my skull if I had not ducked in time. The human was raging, slamming their entire body against the containment bars with enough force to shake the floor and… and roaring. I cleaned the mess of nutrient paste as fast as I could and fled.

But five hours later found me trembling in front of the human’s cage with another tray of nutrient paste. The human had calmed and was glaring at me intently. I knew they did not speak Murania, but still I spoke my native language as I offered the food again. I did not get to speak it often and missed the sound. “Guria?”

The human tilted their head and to my shock, repeated the word, then repeated it again until they mimicked the sound perfectly, even with the slight whistle at the end.

I offered the tray. “Guria.”

They eyed it suspiciously so I tasted it, showing it to be safe. “Guria.”

They held their hand out and I gave them the tray, scuttling to a safe corner before they could attack me with it again.

They tilted their head again and scowled, then spoke in broken Common. “I thank”

I fled, claws scratching against the shiny floor.

Another five hours passed all too soon and I was back at the human’s cage with the final meal of the sol. They were moving slowly around the cage with their ear pressed to the wall, tapping with their knuckles. I watched them for a moment, confused at the erratic behaviour, but only managed a few seconds of observation before their head swiveled directly towards me and they stopped to face me.

I walked closer and offered the tray. “Guria.”

They took it. “How talk thank in you mouth talk?”

“Meesh Meesh.”

They opened their mouth and let out a loud, short bark, a laugh according to the ESBCST. (I studied it dutifully when they were brought aboard.) “Meesh Meesh!” They pointed to themselves. “Michael.”

My wings ruffled, the sound was so similar! I pointed to myself, “Mikel”

The human shook their head and pointed to themselves. “Me Michael.”

I jerked my head in an upward motion called a nod. “Yes, you,’ I pointed to them, “Michael.” I pointed to myself. “I, Mikel.”

They laughed again. “Michael, Mikel. Much same.”

I chittered. “Very similar, yes.”

Their eyes narrowed. “You work here?”

I bobbed sideways, a bit noncommittal, “As I must.”

“Must work?”

I searched for the simplest way to translate what I meant across the language barrier. “No work, in there.” I pointed to their cage. “Work, out here.” I hopped encouragingly. “You work soon, yes?”

The human bared their teeth and snarled. “No work. Fight.”

My wings flattened against my spine and I fled. Humans were so aggressive.

The next sol I completed my first duties and then found myself lingering outside the containment hall. I was apprehensive about what mood I would find the human in this time. I fluffed my wings out to convey confidence and clicked in with the human’s first meal.

“Mikel! Guria?” They were bouncing on the front part of their feet, hopping up and touching the ceiling, then dropping to the floor and pushing themselves up with their arms repeatedly.

“Yes. What are you doing?” I slid the tray to where they could reach and backed to a… well not safe but safer, distance.

“Work body. Stay strong.” They flopped over onto their back and turned their head to look at me. “Meesh Meesh.”

“Zuan.” I bobbed sideways before deciding to ask them the question I had been mulling over. “You’re Nice, mean, nice, mean.”

Michael laughed. “Yeah. Head bad.” They hooked their fingers like claws and shook them around their head. “Scare, tired, Fight.” They gestured to the bars and glared. “Not like.”

I nodded. “I know that feeling.” A chime sounded, signaling the Queen’s approach. I flattened myself to the floor and made way.

The Queen slithered in, her scaled body scraping against the floor with a sound that made my feathers stand up. She reared to her full two meter height and flicked her tongue out to taste the air.

“Human. You are mine now, you will serve the glory of me.”

Michael looked her up and down and whistled lowly then pronounced in exact Common. “Ugly. Mother. Fucker.”

I gaped at them in horror. They dared insult the Queen to her face?

The Queen hissed, but smugly coiled. “You will serve me, human. I know your kind. You are loyal. I feed you, I provide you shelter. I give you safety. You will love me.”

The human backed up, crouching into a fighting stance. “No love, mother fucker.”

The Queen wiggled and slid towards the exit. “You will serve me.” They paused to pat me on the head. “You have duties, tiny one.”

The next several sols passed in the same manner. I did my duties, I fed the human, we exchanged words. At night I tended my secret garden grown in glasses of water and composted nutrient paste from seeds and cuttings I snuck from the Queen’s hoard. The human was learning not only Common but Murania at a breathtaking pace. We could hold whole conversations now and I was no longer… completely apprehensive about approaching their cage. Michael had not acted aggressive towards me at all since the Queen’s visit.

The rare human plant called a “green bean” plant had fruited after several months of care and pollinating with the tip of my own feather. I was ecstatic over the first fruits of my secret labor and I felt that Michael would appreciate my excitement and maybe a taste of his home planet. Humans were said to be incredibly empathetic and sentimental.

That morning I secreted a pair of bean pods in my uniform and headed for Micheal’s cage. They seemed to notice something was different right away, peering at me with concern. “All okay, Mikel?”

I nodded and nervously whispered. “Secret, right?”

They lowered their voice and moved closer to the bars. “Yeah, secret.”

I showed him the beans. “I grew these. It’s the first harvest from the plant! It’s a huge secret, but I wanted you to have them.”

Michael stared at the beans with an expression I didn’t recognize for a long time before whispering, their voice strangely rough. “You get trouble for these?”

I nodded and tried to shove the beans into their hands. “Yes, a lot of trouble. Take them!”

They took them and smiled. “Meesh Meesh, Mikel. This…. This mean lot to me. I can’t say enough. Meesh Meesh.” They bit into one and grinned, crunching happily. “Very good! You do good!”

I chittered and ruffled my wings, pleased with the praise. “Zuan, Michael.” I gave them their tray of nutrient paste and fled.

The next day (human word for sol) I found a broken something in the Queen’s trash bin. It was silvery and had a lot of moving parts and made me think of Michael. I shoved it into my uniform and snuck it to Michael. They were overjoyed and immediately began fiddling (another human word I find pleasant to use) with it.

I found I enjoyed making Michael happy and kept my eyes out for things to gift them. A broken flute, a torn book, a shiny rock shard, a discarded pipe, a bit of string. It all was random junk, but Michael was still so happy for each item. It… was a pleasant feeling, almost like being back with my brood mates.

Then… Then the alarms sounded one morning and the ship rocked with an explosion. Frightened, I grabbed my precious green bean plant and rushed instinctively towards Michael’s cage.

Only to find they weren’t there. The bars were broken, bent outward and a piece of the wall was torn open, exposing sparking wires and smashed circuits. The lights were flickering and I could hear screaming. I decided to run for the escape pods and hoped that the Queen died in that explosion.

I had barely skittered into the hallway when I found Michael. They were fighting with a guard twice their size, but easily leaped around it’s bulk and stabbed it in the base of the skull with some sort of spear. A primitive weapon, but still deadly in the hands of the human. Michael rode the body of the guard down to the ground and leaped off, brandishing the spear at me.

Frozen in fear, I distantly realized the weapon was made from the shiny rock tied to a piece of pipe. I was to die from a weapon I provided then.

Except, Michael lowered the weapon and smiled. “Mikel! I find you! Come on! We get out of here!”

“Out… Escape?”

“Yeah! C’mon, I stole codes for ship!”

I followed them numbly, too scared and shocked to process that not only had a single human escaped a 1st class prison cell with just bits of junk, but had also destroyed the Pirate Queen’s ship, and was taking me with them.

It wasn’t until we were flying fast and far from the wreckage, headed towards a Trading Station, that I found my voice. “Why… Why would you save me? I…” I didn’t know how to express the fact that I was nothing, tiny, worth only for cleaning while the human was strong, big, and apparently a fearsome and brilliant warrior.

Michael glanced at me from the corner of their eyes. “We friends, Mikel. Friends no leave friends. Also, you trapped like me. On other side of bars, but trapped same.”

“Friends? But Queen provided for you, you were supposed to bond with her?!”

The human looked at me incredulously before laughing long and loud, his head thrown back with the effort of it. “No Bond with Queen, she put me in cage. You! You give me food, you talk, teach, you bring me presents. You good friend. Queen Piece of Shit.”

“Oh.” Michael had bonded with me. And.. I with them it seemed. And we were free. “Meesh meesh, Michael. You’re a good friend too.” I hugged my green bean plant. “What now?”

“I thinking I turn in Queen head for bounty, use money buy good ship again. After, you want go home or you want explore?”

My wings flared in excitement. “Can I have a garden room on our ship?”

Michael grinned and tossed his arm (gently) around my shoulders. “Yes, you have garden room. Grow lots plant in space. Explore! Garden! New Planet! New Seed!”

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I hate in the MCU or anything when the aliens or whatever are attacking and everyone’s just ‘oh yeah we be chilling just cowering over here’ as if seventy percent of humanity isn’t really angry all the time like catch these hands motherfucker I’ve bitten people for trying to steal my chips you think you can just steal my whole fucking planet YEET HERE COME MY TEETH film people be using responses to natural disasters but I promise if human sized things came to throw down humanity would be ready to fuck them up like yeah you got laser guns I got this dope ass stick I just found let’s go you ugly fuck

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silentwalrus1: #yeah bicht!!!!!!#gimme the battle of new york with fuckin chitauri comin down and the shift manager of the times sq H&M has finally had Enough#Tracie bout to kill this alien with a traffic cone#’ JUST PRETEND THEY’RE TOURISTS’ she screams choking out goddamn Lizard Lite with her lanyard#10 feet away a park slope mom is beating an alien to death with her four year old’s knockoff eco friendly razr scooter#every single retail employee gets ten years’ worth of therapy in one day#captain america’s kill count: 83 aliens#kathleen from accounting: 94 and also her boss

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@nyodrite I need this like air but more

No one believes her after, but she swears to every deity out there that she went to high school with the guy who’s shooting the arrows. It was only for, like, a month and he was so angry (scared) so she didn’t really know him, but–

But she went to high school with the guy shooting the arrows.

She’s not brave, okay? She’s run from her fair share of muggers and held her thanks in her heart when another vigilante came to chase them away. She’s carried her car keys in her fist like daggers, cut strangers with the look in her eyes, kicked out at corners before turning them just in case.

She lives in New York, she knows how to keep her head down, keep a look out for debris, and run. She’s doing it too, dodging buses and cars and people as she scrambles away from the sound of alien technology and alien language. The panic response is strong, real, and she’s not ashamed of the way she screams as the street explodes under her feet.

Then she realizes that the guy who shoots the arrows went to her high school and the aliens don’t seem so alien. She went to high school with the guy shooting the arrows at the aliens and he’s hurting them. The look on his face says that he’s at the end of his line and she–

She realizes, crouched behind a burning car, that she is too.

New York explodes every day. Sometimes the sun is blocked out by aircrafts from other countries, other worlds. Her work practiced drills in case Doom sends robot spiders into the air ducts with nerve gas.  Again. Jeffrey down the hall slapped her ass on Thursday and, after, she wasn’t proud enough to turn down his offer to walk her to her car.  Again

Her eyes land on jagged, blue metal, the remnants of a mail box. The leg is just the right size for her to wrap her hand around it and she’s just far gone enough that she doesn’t care that it’s wet from lying in the gutter.

She hears that stupid fucking alien sound from behind her and, for once, she doesn’t think. She doesn’t think about how her hair is down (easy to grab) or how her heels are too high (hard to run in).

She swings her arm around, a snarl ripping from the remains of her throat, and bitch slaps that alien motherfucker right in the theoretical face. The thing flails, gun arm going wild, and stumbles back. She follows it , heels snapping against the concrete and raises her metal club over her head. She brings it down on the back of the thing’s neck and does it again even as it falls, stops screaming, and goes still.

“I, uh,” a man says from behind her, “think it’s dead.”

The voice is wrong for the situation–too calm, too dry, too amused. She turns, feeling alien blood dripping from her face, and leverages her weapon.

The guy who shoots the arrows takes a hasty step back. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Team human here. You need to get down to the subway, they’re basically bunkers–”

She tracks his gesturing hand and glances to the nearest entrance. People are streaming in, directed by police and fire and good Samaritans. She’s shocked that she doesn’t want to go over there. She’d much rather stay here.

She blows hair out of her face and says, “You went to my high school.” Another alien charges them, making some sort of clicking noise, and there’s an arrow sprouting from its throat between one blink and the next. It happens so fast that she can’t stop her lunge and swing in time. Her weapon connects with the side of the alien’s head instead of it’s chest with a sick thunk. It takes muscle to yank her club out of its skull, but she manages and the body falls back onto the asphalt.

They both stare at the dead alien for a long moment.

“Right” arrow guy says. He seems to have decided to let her do what she wants. He takes a deep breath and says, “No one’s going to believe I went to high school.” 

“But you did,” she says.

He starts jogging towards where the aliens are concentrated, arrow already in hand. “Yeah,” he says over his shoulder, “but they won’t believe it!”

“I–” she starts, but he’s too far away, fast as all hell.

She takes out her irritation on the next alien who makes that stupid scifi noise right next to her ear.

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I want to hire literally everyone who has contributed even slightly to the Space Orcs and Space Australians tags to make a video game in which you literally just Dick around in a colonized Galaxy and terrorize the locals as a human in first person. Also community made ships. I want high intelligence AI for the aliens and for there to be role playing element to it. This is literally just an idea in the wind so wink wink indie/Triple A developers FUCKING PICK THIS IDEA UP.

No, no, no, this is amazing!! Let’s go deeper!

YOUR AVATAR: Based on things you choose for your avatar, everything from physical to emotional to personality, the game responds accordingly.

Example, you’re 5′0″ tall - you get to freak aliens out when the engines fail and no one can get into the engine room, except you through the vents because you’re only five freaking feet tall and barely weigh 115 lbs. Problem: you’re not an engineer but you have to find a way in there and get the doors clear so the engineers CAN get in there, otherwise everyone’s gonna die!

The game CREATES situations based on who you are/have chosen to be, so an avatar who’s a forty-year-old, black man and CMO on his ship is going to have a very different gaming experience from an avatar who’s a sixteen-year-old girl from India who’s instigating trade agreements/negotiations with other planets - and that’s only IF they clicked ‘yes’ to a specific field or position. We could literally have a whole bunch of avatars running all over kingdom-come just for the giggles!

I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO SKILL IN DEVELOPING ANY KIND OF SOFTWARE FOR THIS KIND OF STUFF. SOMEONE GET ON THIS!! Please?

I LIKE THIS KEEPS THE IDEAS COMING

Okay. Ideas. Here we go:

You’ve identified your avatar as an extrovert and social butterfly - congratulations, you’re on the list for special invitees to elite parties where everything from hostage situations to lasting friendships with emperors take place.

You’ve identified your avatar as curious and a quick learner - you get to explore different worlds and learn new languages. This can be done either on cargo or exploratory vessels or both!

You’re courageous and reckless - you help save your crewmates after a crash (which you caused).

You’re conscientious and shy - your crewmates adore you because you go out of your way to put their needs and wants before yours. This also creates general confusion because they don’t understand that their happiness makes you happy. That being said, when pirates take the ship, your crewmates go absolutely nuts when that one pirate punches you because NO ONE TOUCHES OUR PRECIOUS HUMAN!! WE WILL RIP YOUR ARMS OFF!!

Positive and negative personality traits will also either create or nullify situations, especially when used in specific combinations. You can create as many avatars as you want to unlock certain situations/levels.

Also your avatar shouldn’t just consist your height and haircolor. You can say how good your eyesight is, and if you need glasses (which you could lose at some point in the game) you can add them. And hairdye and coloured contacts to freak your alien friend out. Further, what about that post from ‘walking through memory’. At some point in the game you are in a familiar place, but the light goes off and you have to find the way relying on your memories.

The Beginning of the game should reflect your character, like starting in a prison cell for being too violent, or waking up on a normal morning only for shit to get serious real fast. For the prison escape you cause a riot and get to the landing platform with your prison buddies and have to choose a ship. Each ship decides the fates of your friends and how you start the game. Steal the Wardens yacht and one of your friends gets arrested by local authorities but you get an economic head start after selling it. Choosing the pod-dropship lands you on a mostly wild and uncolonized planet with one of your friends sacrificing themselves as bait while you escape to the planet. Choosing the fighter means that you abandon your friends but you now have a battle ready ship which can’t be fracked since fighters are easy to steal. Choose the Corvette and you will have to fight through a blockade and depending on how well you do, the more of your friends survive.

In addition: Human factions. For instance a part of the galaxy is under the control of all of Humanity, this section is split into several varying sub categories of humans who each interact with the Galaxy differently. Depending on what faction you belong to changes how aliens and other humans perceive you. If you belong to a faction largely controlled by companies you aren’t completely respected. If you don’t belong to a faction you are considered a wanderer by the galaxy and you do not benefit from any perks but you also do not lose any perks either. Being a high ranking official in a faction lets you play a more political style compared to that of a factionless adventurer/wanderer who can leave any solar system whenever they please to go fight asteroid worms for a quick buck.

Imagine mmorpg.

A stabby roomba walks you through character creation, not to mention when you earn a rare skill.

Inevitably, no matter what choices are made, you find an alien who thinks humans are the cutest thing. There are three choices- Stock up on wierd merch to sell off later School said alien on the topic of respect Or gift the alien with 5 minutes of your presence/tolerance/autograph, which will lead to the discovery of an earthling pet shop. This is the only way to get a dog, cat, or bird.

You can adopt species from other planets. Adopt a fierce enough creature and it will defend you (as much as its stats allow) from any hostiles

All aliens believe dragons and dinosaurs are real. Players cannot change this.

Crewmates level up a bit by bonding with each other. Humans get a bonus.

Adrenaline boosts stats temporarily

Political players get negotiation bonuses, and are more capable than aliens at deceiving others (Theres a post out there about hiding emotion. Its the one ending with “10 yrs costomer service.”)

Memes are misunderstood. Constantly. They become a comunication technique and you can rickroll listeners on any coms device at any time. (Pls dont)

You can choose a few habbits. They are commented on and admired/feared

Stabby roomba bumping around is the loading screen

Idk these ideas work both mmorpg and rpg

Let’s dive into combat.

You have the choice of picking one weapon at the start of the game and as you progress you gain more efficient guns, spears, and other weapons.

Your characters fighting style depends on their traits. If there thin and short they tend to do dodge attacks and are the most proficient at light weaponry (pistols and knifes) excluding when they are on adrenaline, then they can handle big guns for a short time. Big muscled characters fight witch giant guns and are good at fighting with their fists, adrenaline makes them quite terrifying.

You are able to take lessons for combat and shooting at certain points in the game.

There are cases were some aliens just run away from you in fear of their lives, you can choose to attack them or not.

If you have an alien or other living being that you have a good bond with by your side when you are fighting your abilities go up by 25%

When you have pets by your side they will defend you against attacks.

That’s all I have right now

Special quests:

The more you complete certain tasks (that differ per job and skill set) you can gain reputatikn points. The more reputation points you have, the higher chance of activating a special quest.

Each quest would vary from species, to the description, some are traps as well. Better to take someone with you tgan go alone

If you successfully complete the task, you become better friends with the species and they will help you out. Can range from giving you items, information, advice etc.

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As a pilot or engineer, you can choose to name and/or talk to the machines you work with, which boosts their performance over time

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This is incredible and I want to offer my coding and project organizing hours to this if people want to make it happen

ok we have a discord with everything we need to get started. Artists and coders are especially important but everyone’s welcome to join in and help out :)

come say hi :)

Anyone interested?

Hey friends. We already have a few people but we could always have more. Particularly those who are willing to lend their talents in 3d modeling and animation, especially for people and creature designs. This game is going to be a free open sourced community based project, so the more the merrier.

We could also use more people who know how to program (specifically in C# but any programming experience is good) and/or know how to work with Unity.

the link to the discord is https://discord.gg/t2ZfvHj.

reblogged to the wrong one, but see the above!

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