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    216 KB Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)22:55 No.13058706  
    Excerpts from <i>Tourist's Guide to Earth</i>

    "Before you even consider the planet, there are several things you need to consider. Are you in good health? Are you current on all your vaccinations? This is not that humans themselves are unfriendly, but rather Earth herself. The gravity is at least ten percent higher than most any other inhabited world, and you would be ill-advised to visit in the event of a heart or lung condition. Work out before you go. It is a good way to stay in shape and you may be able to join in some of the more physically demanding rituals of their society.”
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)22:56 No.13058712
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    “...the three things that humans are good at: drinking, fighting, and fucking. Unfortunately, that also means those activities are a health hazard. First, consider drinking. The human body is nearly twice as resistant to toxins as that of an Avnari- and yet moreso in the case of alcohol. Their hepatic organ is bigger than yours. Consider this with any narcotics you come across, legal or otherwise. What may be fine for them can be lethal to you. Second, fighting. Terrans are surely not as strong as a Kraguhnsk or as deft as a M'ktan, or perhaps even an Avnari, but they are tough as nails and have unmatched stamina. If you're going to fight, hit hard and hit fast, and win it as quickly as possible. Similarly, sexual intercourse itself is not the issue; it is when someone engages in an “nine hour poon bender” that you step into the realm of “unless you're an Olympic-class athlete, stop here.” This may sound like a bad joke, but the truth is stranger...”

    “...and don't be afraid to ask for help. While scams and con men arise in any metropolitan area, most people are quite hospitable. Law enforcement officers are duty bound to aid the public, so don't hesitate to approach them (unless common sense says otherwise, like during a pursuit). The practice of hitchhiking re-established around 2055 TC, and has since seen a growth of community. If you are stuck alongside the road, just hold out an appendage with your innermost digit pointed upwards. Should you lack digits, the raised limb should suffice...”
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)22:57 No.13058727

    Doesn't matter what you are, we guarantee someone will fuck you
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)22:59 No.13058746
    And this shit isn't even covering Australia. That place is a category in and of itself.
    >> British Dragon 12/06/10(Mon)23:00 No.13058768
    Does anyone have any images of the Avnari? I've read plenty about them and wouldn't mind getting an Avnari waifu =3
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)23:00 No.13058770
    >> OP 12/06/10(Mon)23:05 No.13058846
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    Purely my creation, and it brings me no end of joy that they've seeped into the collective consciousness. I had an image, but it had boobs. Avians do not have boobs. You see my conundrum. Think humanoid avian, lightly built... oh hell, I'll find it.

    "Chapter 6: Australia."
    "First point of advice? Don't go.
    Second point of advice. No, really..."

    Funny thing is, the setting in which I made all this started from a thread quite some time ago, regarding the oddity of the human tastebuds, and how are cooking took on so much life when compared with the majority of the galaxy...
    >> OP 12/06/10(Mon)23:06 No.13058860
    What I mean to say is, unconventional HFY. Go for it. Run with it.
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)23:06 No.13058865

    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)23:07 No.13058872
    Earth: Mostly Harmless
    >> British Dragon 12/06/10(Mon)23:08 No.13058893

    Avnari/Human hyrbid perhaps?
    >> British Dragon 12/06/10(Mon)23:09 No.13058903
    Also - more on this setting! I find it fascinating!
    >> Alternate OP 12/06/10(Mon)23:11 No.13058936
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    You must simple come visit me here on Earth when you get a studies break, Now I know that you may have heard a few things about the Earthlings (and a bit more about me too...), but I can assure you that they are mostly false and hardly anything compares to walking in one of their many shopping bazaars. Foods and flavors that you can't even imagine, sounds and instruments you've never heard of, are only the beginning.

    And I've met the most wonderful people here. Would you believe that humans don't have a caste system? You'd think they would fall apart, and they partially do, but this lets us do so many things here. On one particular day, I went to the beach, a high class party, and a concert without having to present my identification.

    It's all so fun here. I hope you come visit.

    >> OP 12/06/10(Mon)23:25 No.13059146
    You want the hard-and-fast facts, or more writefaggotry? Because writefaggotry is indeed my like of work.

    Also, off the top of my head:
    “...the weather. There is invariably a hazard of one form or another, ranging from violent cyclones over land, storms at sea, hurricanes, sandstorms, snowstorms, blizzards, the occasional stray meteor that makes it through the atmosphere... the list goes on. Lightning itself is a common occurrence, preceding or accompanying rain. The highly energetic nature of Earth's atmosphere that powers storms also cycles water, and is responsible for these fantastic displays of light and sound. This is not to say most places aren't placid...”

    “...Region officially designated the Fredonia sector. To the locals it is known as two distinct cultures, owing to the regions that were once drawn out to define each of them. The smaller, northern portion is known colloquially as “Oklahoma.” It retains wide plains and a quiet demeanor, which many enjoy. A favorite pastime is a sport known as “football,” but not the same variety as is known in other regions. This will be explained later. Texas, on the other hand, is less subtle. This region encompasses forests and deserts alike, along with a thick heritage of several progenitors from around the planet. You should beware some local foods, as they include highly acidic...”
    >> British Dragon 12/06/10(Mon)23:30 No.13059226

    Either =]
    >> OP 12/06/10(Mon)23:46 No.13059416
    To: cassandr_zan@ytralan.var
    From: 14lobes@gmail.com

    It's been a while, hasn't it? I'll bet you're pissed that I got to go to Earth first, but it's only a couple of weeks, bud. Hang in there. I don't mean to tease, but... I love it here. The food is so rich. I even tried this thing called a “habanero.” It made me cry, but it was delicious. Painful, yet delicious. I've even been tagging along with a local. Everyone calls him Boots, isn't that silly? Anyway, we've been sticking to each other so much the last few weeks, and (don't look at me like that) we had a fling. I know it sounds weird, him being a different species and all, but holy kaozuro! It was amazing. The doctor says I'll need a day or two to recover, though, so I'll probably send you a lot more mail.

    Love, Your BFF,

    P.S. You know that mail service you like so much? It started here! On Earth! How crazy is that?
    >> British Dragon 12/07/10(Tue)00:09 No.13059736
    Still here =]
    >> OP 12/07/10(Tue)00:14 No.13059822
    Thanks, I had to stop for a burrito, and a glass of whiskey and egg nog. Heh. Back to the keyboard!
    >> British Dragon 12/07/10(Tue)00:22 No.13059929

    Woo! Food!
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)00:29 No.13060009
    >OP returns
    >> OP 12/07/10(Tue)00:38 No.13060107
    There are five sentient races in the Perseus/Orion Arms of the galaxy, each within a network of stars no more than 20 light years apart each. It's a technological limitation to the FTL drives. Anyway:

    -The newcomers on the galactic stage, the Sol System engaged in a brief and hard war on its entry and today it still maintains a strong economy and its people have flooded the stars in droves.
    -Physically tougher, and top dog in stamina; have gone to war more than any other civilization, have the best weapons and the inventors of guns as we know them.

    -They had a Quarian-style refugee fleet, except it was fast and much more mobile. They wandered the stars for decades, looking to orbit someplace where they wouldn't be held at gunpoint, with no success. Then humans get in a war with the M'ktan and the Avnari show up over Earth, seeking asylum. The logic being that they couldn't evict them until the army returned from the aforementioned war. Humans not only let them stay, but give them Mars. Basically, “You're homeless? Fuck that, you're living with me.”
    -The jack-of-all-trades species, the Mario, whatever you want to call them, they are the middle ground by which all others are deemed non-average. Also the most populous species.
    >> OP 12/07/10(Tue)00:44 No.13060172
    -Have had an ancient empire dating back centuries, and may be compared to Japan mixed with some Russia, in that, like the former they had a strong imperial society that suffered in war and like the latter they have a massive swathe of space to their name. Officially, anyway. Their government is almost toothless now, and cannot bring its iron fist to bear.
    -Seven-sided radially symmetrical cephalopods. Each “slice” has two tentacles, one eye, and a portion of the brain. Physically weak and dependent on their water-filled environment suits, but blazingly intelligent. Many technicians, machine operators, etc.

    -Also evolved from mollusks, but a large, land-dwelling species. Their idea of war is not the same as the human one in that it is more like hunting than all-out destruction, and its culture is very hunt-centric. Took pages from Klingons, Orcs, etc. Make up a good portion of galactic populace, have tight-knit enclaves and deeply held spiritual beliefs. Honor is important, but places some (by our standard) odd importance on some things. Not interfering in the internal affairs of other governments, for example. For this reason, they are the only organized civilization that could match the Sol in a war (at least at this time).
    -Oddly built. The lower body is short and stocky, with four equilaterally spaced legs (square pattern), and a triangular torso with two big, beefy arms and the face in what might otherwise be its chest, with a cross-shaped mouth. Both arms end in things that are much like suckers, but with fine digits ringing them. The physically strongest species in the galaxy and the second-best combat experts in a straight fight.
    >> OP 12/07/10(Tue)00:49 No.13060234
    -Many are pirates and slave traders, and the centralized government has little power over them. If there are merchants, it's the Jh'ronvr. The only species who have ever spent as much time in space as the Avnari, and charmers to boot. Spacers, snipers, traders and talkers, with the strangely innate ability to empathize, to understand, and to apply social pressure, positive or negative. Almost as manually dextrous as the M'ktan, and some have taken merc work. Many, many pirates.
    -A compact, hairy body with a bug's head, two very gangly legs, two equally long arms, and one pair of tiny arms close to the torso. Each ends in two digits. Unsure how to go into proper detail with this.

    On the note of Humanity and the Avnari: the bro-est of peoples, one might say. After the Fleet touched down on a very rural Mars, the two have been inseperable as the Sol System Authority. (Better name pending.) With the existing knowledge of space travel possessed by the Avnari, humanity leapt fifty years ahead with its aerospace tech, and turned its grind with the M'ktan into Sol ripping a gaping hole into the Empire of Twenty-Eight Councils.
    >> OP 12/07/10(Tue)00:51 No.13060263
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    God, that took forever to gather and type out.

    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)00:55 No.13060297

    You forgot to write out a description of the Avnari.

    BTW, awesome job with this.
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)00:57 No.13060317
    There's a picture of them here, bro
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)00:59 No.13060351
    Thank you! Also, switching to me old namefaggery, old habit. I put love into it, y'know. That's what it takes.

    Also, think of >>13058846 without the tits. Sure, you can buy a shirt with built-in stuffed bra, but birds don't have tits. Neither the M'ktan nor the Kraguhnsk have bones, and the Jh'ronvr have an open vascular system. I wanted to cut the handwavium and rubberforeheadium down as much as I could.
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)01:00 No.13060355
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)01:07 No.13060442

    This empire of 28 councils. Tell me more. How was it formed, and what hold did it have over its peoples that it has lost?

    As molusk people, do the M'ktan use their environment suits as just that or have they gone ahead and cybernetically attached their physically weaker forms to them?
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)01:10 No.13060481
    molusk people

    why do i think ORZ?

    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)01:22 No.13060628
    >infer from OP that thread will be about earthlings playing second fiddle to alien races as their home world is a tourist spot
    >find out humans kick ass and take names

    I can dig it.
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)01:23 No.13060646
    As cybernetics has yet to create a true-to-life sensory feedback from electronic systems, full cybernetics is still a dangerous and traumatizing experience. Most limb replacements have a robotic core, but a new arm is grown around the metallic “bone.” In the case of the M'ktan, the close-fitting water filled suits are a necessity for interaction with most races. However, capital ships, large liners, and dedicated M'ktan ships have internal water supplies as would other species with air. One would need an air supply to go about business aboard such a ship. Also, you are now imagining a woman in a tub, arms set on the rim, and she's sighing a pleasant sigh. Look closer, and there's a M'ktan in the tub with her. Bahahaha.

    The government, however, began on their homeworld. As all-out war as devastating, it was also rare. The myriad baronies and potentates and such finally came together in a council built on religious teachings. Four council members for each hand of the Cephalopod Deity, each tasked with brining their wisdom to the metaphorical table as to benefit their people as a whole- similarly, they have sought to do so at points by screwing over other peoples to whom they are not beholden. Very much like Roman senators in that- senex- they are elderly. One must be of minimum age, proper bloodline, and proper schooling to become a part of the ruling body, and that is culled further and further until the bluest in blood reside on the homeworld and rule the empire as a whole. Funny thing, their blood is quite literally blue. Will detail more..
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)01:30 No.13060720
    Upon entry to the galactic stage, the others were fledgling. The Avnari had been wandering uninhabitable systems for nearly a decade trying to find a home, the Kraguhnsk were quietly colonizing one planet at a time, and the Jh'ronvr were mostly- if not all- raiders. As they stretched across the stars, they built a massive empire- and as they did so, they aided the others so as to benefit themselves. The Kraguhsnk were backed financially and the Empire saw great return in its investment. The Jh'ronvr were captured, but afterwards organized, giving rise to the mercantile state that exists today. The Avnari were granted limited asylum, still having to move every few years; there were concerns of “cultural contamination” at the time. However, in time, the Empire tightened its grip. The Kraguhnsk ceased adherence to the exorbitant tariffs and interest fees, the Jh'ronvr were basically India to the M'ktan Britain, and the Avnari still had no place to go. The Empire, unable to fight all three at once, had to let go. Then humanity leaps to the fore, with rich mineral resources, a determined people, and a drive not seen since the first Kraguhnsk traders set out into Empire space. The Council, fearing these newcomers, decides to whip this new dog.

    As you might guess, this was a bad idea.
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)01:33 No.13060760
    Wait are you the guy who wrote that awesome HFY story about the crew taking over an alien ship, The captain pleading for mercy?
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)01:35 No.13060777

    I'm pretty sure this guy was the one who wrote the D'AWWWWWWWWW worthy HFYs about Human/Avnari marriage.

    I'm too lazy to find the screencaps, though.
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)01:39 No.13060812
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    Someone repost this.
    We demand it.
    >> British Dragon 12/07/10(Tue)01:39 No.13060816
    moar infos! :D

    Also- you should totally set up a wiki for this.
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)01:42 No.13060855
    The Empire had a staggeringly large fleet, ranging from laser-bank-laden battleships to massive city ships that would produce new ships in the field. It stared systematic destruction of human settlements, blitzing the foremost colony worlds. The first year or so of the war, the Empire hit first and hit hard. Of course, once things got going humanity got its shit together, and suddenly the Empire's advance was stonewalled. Casualties were heavy on both sides, and the humans just kept replenishing their ranks. Every battle was a slow advance against an enemy who made them pay dearly for every cubic meter of space. The Council started ordering the fleet to render worlds dead, rather than just running off the populace. Biological warfare became the name of the game. Entire worlds, rendered lifeless by semiviral firestorms that engulfed the entirety of a world. Short lived and highly metabolic microbes remain to this day a specialty of the Empire not unlike Xyklon gas.

    Of course, this is about when the Avnari joined the fight. The Solar Fleet starts to move twice as fast, and with human philosophy (No kill like overkill!), you have the most dangerous fleet in the galaxy in the hands of some very, very pissed-off people. The war turns around completely. The Solar Fleet makes a beeline for the Imperial Homeworld, nuking colonies as it does. It is said that the humans lost a fifth of their number in three years, and they paid back that blood in three weeks. The Council surrenders, at gunpoint.

    A wiki for one man? I couldn't...?
    >> British Dragon 12/07/10(Tue)01:50 No.13060919

    Well - wikis are super easy to edit. I set up one for my brother for the laserquest league he runs. So, any time you do some writing, you can add it to a wiki :D
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)01:52 No.13060943
    That would be... half my day? I write at work, I write at night, I write anytime I'm not eating, sleeping, or actively working.


    I'd have to organize my notes, but cool!
    >> Alternate OP 12/07/10(Tue)01:53 No.13060958
    How much have you written?
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)01:58 No.13061004
    Pages. 30-ish at a guess, 40 or more in notes left around various drives and folder, my notebooks, online-stored files. Of that, only two are actual fiction with flesh-out characters and a plot, rather than constructed history.
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)02:00 No.13061027
    Just curious, why exactly are the Avnari a space faring nomad/refugee race? Was their homeworld destroyed, or struck via plague, or space zombies?
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)02:07 No.13061102
    It was all a plot by them to get human dickings?
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)02:08 No.13061113
    Black hole broke from orbit. They saw it in time, but not enough time to stop it. So the entirety of everyone piles onto any ship they can muster and heads for the nearest star at maximum jump capacity. All in all, the casualties were a fraction of what they could have been, but they were still homeless and sorely lacking in both materiel and manufacturing capability. Not to mention, how would you react if you saw the sun, Earth, and all that was your stellar home sucked into the ether?
    >> British Dragon 12/07/10(Tue)02:15 No.13061164

    Ouch =[
    >> British Dragon 12/07/10(Tue)02:22 No.13061230
    anyway - moar!
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)02:24 No.13061245
    You know what I originally had planned?

    A campaign. A Traveller campaign, I think.

    It is now a novel in the works.

    No, really. Started with Unconventional HFY, went to "My players would like this!" to "A long time ago in a galaxy far far away..." Although I'm not much of a Star Wars fan.
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)02:30 No.13061291
    D'oh. But more what, more history? We're going to come to a point where I'm going to say "I haven't finished it yet" y'know. :P

    Anyway. The "modern age" of the setting is that both the Sol and the Empire were drained; the former, however, is rebounding. Given that the war cost it dearly in assets, I'm taking a page from 1950s America- post war, it economically explodes. The vast war effort suddenly stops pouring into the war and pours into its community, producing in staggering amounts. FTL drives have reached the current 20-light-year jump limit, double that of their predecessors, and it is an age of unprecedented exploration and adventure. Cartographers are now well-backed, numerous, and in some cases escorted by well armed mercenaries. Brushfire wars occur in the galactic equivalent of the Middle East, life is regrowing and reclaiming planets rapidly, and new players are coming to the stage. Corporations, cartels, mafia-style gangs, cults. The land is fertile with the bodies of the dead, and the flowers are as innumerable as they are vivid.
    >> Avnari-Tourist 12/07/10(Tue)02:34 No.13061333
    It was a rainy night when I went walking down the side streets of one of the more major metropolitan areas of the old cities. I was doing a long tour of the planet to assist in logistics for my people, as well as doing some positive image work to show that we, while being different, were similar to humans.

    Well, it was a cold and raining night, as I said, and I'd been enjoying the rain - as it was alien, exotic, and charged with all the free energy in the air, when I found myself surrounded by three tough looking youths. They were taller than I was - but that's not difficult to do - and they looked like they might have been trouble.

    I was afraid, of course, and rested my hand inside on my PPD, in case I was forced to fight, when one of them offered me a long plastic tube. I was concerned, but he flicked it and opened it, providing me with an artificial covering - an umbrella.

    "Yo, don't need to go catch a cold." The accent was thick, but translated well. "You lost? Need a lift some'ere?"

    He pointed out a dark tanjii colored vehicle, a four-wheel four-seater. I, of course, accepted the offer and they gave me a ride to the hotel I was staying at, and even offered to show me some good places in town.

    Hospitality, it seems, is a point of species pride.
    >> British Dragon 12/07/10(Tue)02:35 No.13061346
    Moar anything =]

    I'm researching some wiki software for you.
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)02:39 No.13061391
    The initial concept of Avnari is difficult to claim down - the name itself relates to birds. Instead of attempting to claim sole credit for it - as it has evolved over the course of /tg/ consiousness, it's best to think of it as a group creation.

    I've used the name/species idea myself for some time, but I know it's more of a group creation.

    That aside, I'd love to read your novel. Good luck and good writing to you.
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)02:39 No.13061392
    i would be interested in raeding your novel.

    in the sunrise of post-war sol, there is only exploration and adventure!
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)02:44 No.13061437
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    Strange, but probably true. If I was overstepping a boundary, mea culpa.

    I like this.

    Spasibo, my scaly friend.
    >> Avnari-Tourist 12/07/10(Tue)02:50 No.13061478
    After several rotations (getting used to extended hours of day-night shift is difficult, even to this day) I was given my fifth-day rest, and I took up the offer from the humans I had met earlier; and agreed (with permission of my supervisor) to go with them to see and learn of several new experiences on this planet.

    Being ship-born, mars-located, and earth-traveling, I have grown accustomed to new experiences and situations, and as I grow older, and reach my first grey feather (and looking back long on my life), I find certain memories come up to mind more often now than before.

    One such is learning of the very wide cuisine range that comes from such a wide open world. Staying within the limits of acceptable food, and avoiding anything that would damage the already limited immune system that the ages of ship-travel have lead to on a species wide basis; I did not have a wide selection - but more than I did on the ships.

    The initial choice for meal was American - Southern. A distinction of an old empire that was now a part of a wider face, the choice of food was rich, rich in smell, flavor, and texture, taste and crunch. A variety of plants were made available, steamed and fried and boiled - as I have a limited pallet for meats, I instead focused on the plant matter, and a choice of avian ovum - which got me strange looks, and amused laughs.

    Avian Ovum, when seared, has a nice crisp to the edge and a soothing texture. It is no stranger for me to consume the meats of an alien egg, than it is for a mammal to eat another mammal.

    After this delight, I was taken to see the sights, and learn of the people from a different, more eye-opening perspective.

    (Anyone mind if I continue?)
    >> Avnari-Tourist 12/07/10(Tue)02:51 No.13061488
    No harm was done, really! I was making sure it wouldn't step on anyone else's toes.

    I like where you are taking the universe. Consider my writing a form of fan-fiction, if you like.
    >> British Dragon 12/07/10(Tue)02:52 No.13061492

    Tá fáilte romhat =]
    >> Avnari-Tourist 12/07/10(Tue)02:56 No.13061516
    Please, tell more. Racial relationships, exploration, co-ops, troubles, fights, friendships... :)
    >historical lulacke
    >historical lolcake?
    >> Avnari-Tourist 12/07/10(Tue)03:03 No.13061554
    http://www.suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/8695322/ <- Initial reference of Avnari, according to the Archives.

    Also? Awesome.
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)03:04 No.13061565
    Only if you write more, then. I do enjoy your writing, friend. :D

    Alright, the Kraguhnsk. For a “warlike” species they have a surprisingly quiet history. They started out as tribal hunters, further aligning themselves under those who were considered the greatest philosophers. It was rooted in their culture much like Greece, but war was to philosophy to the Kraguhnsk as philosophy was to war to the Greeks. That is to say, the Kraguhnsk today are the founders of much of modern military doctrine (aside from the introduction of humans) and especially so for three core tactics- pursuit, overwhelming force, and the laying of traps. The hunting doctrine of pursuing and overtaking prey was carried over, as was the trap for their extremely heavy border defenses. However, a great Kraguhnsk is listed first for his academics and secondly for his warrior's exploits. -c
    >> Avnari-Tourist 12/07/10(Tue)03:17 No.13061659
    Though now at an exponentially quicker rate than before, the expansion of Mars and colonies, as well as planet wide forming has been slow, forcing a youngling to go into a very useful field, such as manufacturing or fine-tool manipulation, piloting or adminstration abilities. Being born on the Farcaster, a place not known for space or much in the way of eloquence of the refuges on board. The same was true on Mars (though we call it Red Gift in our native tongue), where survival and putting together a basic colony structure and new home world took favor over lesser pursuits, such as new musics and arts. Indeed, while I might have a talent for body painting, both on canvas of flesh and feathers, beak and hair, I am truly constrained by the old ways, which are old, but locked in a rutt.

    So imagine then, after all this rambling, my surprise to be taken, late in the evening, to a place of music, and song, and dance, to be welcomed, in my blue feathers and black skinsuit as an almost honored guest in a night club.

    The place was large, awash in reds and blacks and silvers and colors that only the predatory eye of a human can pick out (small differences, we see ultra-violet, while the range of blue is blurred at best). I sat and listened first to the sonorous range of music, with a heavy thumping and pulsing, to the lights that flashed across writhing bodies. My friends, now numbering six, surrounding and talking, and making me feel both outcast, and entirely welcome - they talked about what I didn't know, but provided no shame in stroking feathers and asking me questions.

    It was strange. And, in a way, enjoyable. The music made me vibrate, from tail to beak, and filled me with restless energy. It was almost an overload of senses. And yet, this was a low cultural point to some.
    >> British Dragon 12/07/10(Tue)03:21 No.13061687
    http://pbworks.com/ is probably the best for your needs.

    Does this setting have a name?
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)03:21 No.13061690
    >turn on Crystal Method
    >refresh, read

    Thusly, when the Imperial War came about, their Empire-side border defenses tripled overnight. To this day, nothing comes into Kraguad Republic from that side of the galactic arm without being noticed, recorded, and officially cleared for entry. Of course, they'll let you in without much trouble because regulations are lax, but they're the only government that still has a first class military. Being that they have neither the natural resources or vast claims of territory that other governments have, things remain somewhat quiet. Most violence occurs when a Jh'ronvr raider oversteps a boundary or two, in small skirmishes. Classical asymmetric warfare, in most cases.

    There is a notable tradition among Huntsmen- the most martially adept of their people- for silence. Well, the younger ones like any other youths are full of piss and vinegar, but the elder Hunstmen are much like kung-fu masters of old Earth. Quiet, wise, wily, and endlessly fun. Most Huntsmen outside the Republic are mercenaries.
    Stroke my ego, yes...
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)03:22 No.13061696
    Informally, Avnariverse, because I can't settle on a good name.
    >> British Dragon 12/07/10(Tue)03:28 No.13061735

    The reason i ask is so I can set up that wiki for you.

    My favourite tools for naming things:
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)03:29 No.13061743
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    I remember that avnari race, someone wrote fapfiction about them when /tg/ was obsessed with xeno girls.
    >> Avnari-Tourist 12/07/10(Tue)03:30 No.13061751
    While the rest of the night is an endorphine rich blur, (and not from the consumption of alcohol, anyone worth their primaries know the alcohol-sugars give Avnari very bad intestinal problems), the elements that stick out most is the dancing. Even I, who wasn't very tall even for my own kind, found room to dance on the multi-lighted, glowing floor, and shared in the moment of addictive group-mind. I danced, lost and without person, I moved, bodies providing warmth, and I relishing in it, like an old nest dream.

    I lost track of time, and only when the vicious liquors were no longer served did I find the others pulling me out. I was drenched in spent musk and over-heating, dizzy with the pheromones of so many bodies, but I felt wonderful for it.

    Not all of my experiences on Terra have been pleasing, indeed. I could name events and hate, fear and intolerance - but even in all of this, the fact stands that when my people were nothing more than beggars and scavengers, we were given a home and place to stay, in exchange for a very small price.

    It did not cost us slavery, or endless bondage, or our identity as a species. We were not foresworn to the service of a foreign god or ideology, instead, we were to reform a planet and make it our own - and to share our small secrets.

    Small secrets they may have already been on the cusp of achieving; but in a way, I believe it was to save face of their leaders, as much as ourselves. We were not given charity, but partnership.
    >> Avnari-Tourist 12/07/10(Tue)03:33 No.13061767
    >implying /tg/ still isn't into sweet xeno poon.
    >> British Dragon 12/07/10(Tue)03:34 No.13061778

    You know you're doing something right when rule 34 appears
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)03:36 No.13061794
    Holy shit. I wrote that.

    No, really. I wish I was lying.
    >> British Dragon 12/07/10(Tue)03:37 No.13061802

    gets my nod of approval
    >> Avnari-Tourist 12/07/10(Tue)03:37 No.13061803
    Then I bow to your superior skill; and I was wrong, you must have been the name creator/species progenitor.
    >> British Dragon 12/07/10(Tue)03:43 No.13061843
    I do like the ending xD
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)03:49 No.13061879
    This reminds me of a sci-fi book I read when I was ten or eleven years old. Humans were a new species in the galactic community, and apparently coffee was our biggest export due to it being appealing to a number of species.

    Anyone know the name of it?
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)03:50 No.13061886
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    Thank you! Though I admit, it's jarring to see my own work. I never expect people to give it more than a passing glance. Also jarring to see consecutive serial numbers.

    Much obliged, friend!

    Also, I figured this gift might express my gratitude at recognition.
    >> Indonesian Gentleman 12/07/10(Tue)04:08 No.13062012
    I do love when a universe gets fleshed out, right here in /tg/. It truly is a genuine Get Shit Done feeling. I'd like to hear more, especially since I like sci-fi, and I also have a universe of my own, which is still in development... I can take some pointers from this thread.
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)04:23 No.13062111
    Tips: make a short list of the things you want. As you conceive the setting, stay true to that list. Like "no FTL" or "science as hard as possible" or "relatable aliens" etc.

    Also, working on some little nub of fiction. Want to read more? Sample.

    “Alex...? What are you doing?”
    “Your body heat. Give it to me.”
    “I'm gonna g-”
    “I will restrain you, Captain.”
    The Avnari let the human pull him close, burying himself into the bed and curling up. There was a pause, and then the captain spoke.
    “Wow, this doesn't feel gay at all.”
    “Don't care.”
    “What if I have to-”
    “Too bad.”
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)04:24 No.13062125
    >> British Dragon 12/07/10(Tue)04:39 No.13062232
    >> Indonesian Gentleman 12/07/10(Tue)04:42 No.13062256
    I see... well, since I made it a long time ago (think about when I was in junior high) it was still littered with some laughable stuff. For example, almost every sentient alien in my setting is humanoid-shaped. Thanks for the tips, they will induitably become useful in the future...

    By the way, can I describe one of my 'aliens' for /tg/ to criticize?
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)04:45 No.13062280
    Go for it. Meanwhile, I post writings.
    The wind whipped across the ice and snow, and Aleksei stared at it as he lifted a little slat of the blinds up. Sprawled out on his stomach in the bed, stretching here and there as would a cat, he lay there and stared at the room around him, lit as it was by the faint blue-white light of the reflective snow through the window. The heating vent was lowered, and a cool breath of air continually brushed over his arms and occasionally over the back of his neck. For a reason he couldn't explain, he loathed it. Still, Aleksei neither moved nor spoke- as a mercenary, he'd endured far worse. There, in the dim light and black sheets, the pillow sat under his chest and he stared at the bulkhead. The world was monochrome to his eyes, nothing but a faint midnight blue, ranging into utter black. Even the man next to him in the bed, his feathers a tawny tan in the light, was but a ghost in shadow.

    The mercenary wondered to himself the implied homosexuality of such proximity. Sure, he was close with his captain. They'd saved each others' lives, and gone through the galactic arm a great deal together. He would go so far as to say he loved his captain, but... in what way did he love him? Platonically, or romantically, filially? Such as it was, he knew next to nothing of philosophy, and it frustrated him. It was a field of study that might give him insight into this question that hung in his mind, and he'd never even scratched its surface. He could operate a targeting array, he could field-strip a rifle, re-wire a combat laster, kill a man of any species with his bare hands... but when it came to something important, he was woefully ill-equipped. Again, the bulkhead met the wrath of his stare.
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)04:46 No.13062282
    Space bromance? Mite be cool.
    Go on...
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)04:46 No.13062287
    A pair of feathered arms wrapped over him and Aleksei continued to think and be frustrated. Gaius, however, was puzzled. He treated his bodyguard like an old nest-brother, and yet they were not like brothers. Brothers fought, brothers joked, brothers could not stand each other despite caring deeply. The mercenary followed him closely, but was quiet and efficient at his job, a constant womanizer, and not at all like Gaius himself. Alex had been in the military all his life. Gaius had gone from college to merchant marine to cartography ship captain, and was older of the two. One a psychopath, the other mentally well. One a tireless athlete, one hardly able to keep pace.

    “Alex, I know what you're thinking.”
    “No you don't.”
    “Yes I do, and the answer is no. No, I'm not uncomfortable like this.”
    “It feels gay. Is that good or bad?”
    “Frankly, I don't care. Your metabolism is sky high and it's like having a heated blanket. So hold still.”
    “I feel like I should experiencing some emotion at this point, but I don't know what.”
    “Trust me, it's more trouble than it's worth. Social standards.”
    “But society is built on traditions, even ones that are stupid.”
    “You threw tradition out the window when you had Fajra bent over the comm console.”
    “It was her idea.”
    “Sure it was.”
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    >You threw tradition out the window when you had Fajra bent over the comm console.
    >It was her idea.
    >Sure it was.
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)04:55 No.13062362
    [This is me reaching out, tentatively, into a sensitive subject.]

    “Listen, I'm not going to take any crap from you, cap.”
    “Don't give me that. I can hear you and her getting it on in the cockpit.”
    “What, and you didn't cite me for 'unprofessional behavior' or something?”
    “That's what deep space travel does, Alex. If you didn't fuck her, you'd kill us.”
    “No I wouldn't!”
    “Yes, you would. Admit it.”
    “My point being, this life is hard on sane people. We either become close, or we die.”
    “After all the shit we've been through, we should be closer than brothers. It would be dangerous if we weren't.”
    Alex raised a fist.
    Gaius bumped it with his own.
    >> Indonesian Gentleman 12/07/10(Tue)05:01 No.13062402
    Allright, here goes, from my universe entitled 'Blood Reign'.

    The Mekanarod is a curious race, with a kind of unique history. You see, the warlike Mekanarods only have one sex, which is male, and they've got only a small part of their body that is left biologic. In short, they are a race of warrior machine men.
    -Of their history
    Well, to find out why they are a unisex race, let us go back in time, before there were any Mekanarods. Their ancestor race used to have two sexes, and like their descendants, the males are warlike. Their original home planet's ecosystems deteriorate under the almost-constant warfare, and soon cybernetic augmentation became a trend. As the planet's conditions worsen, cybernetic augmentations became more common amongst the males (and females too, but less than the males). Then, two siginificant scientific breakthroughs are discovered, which eventually drove the separation of the men and women of the ancestors: the discovery of the Black Matrix nanotechnology and the Ovum Merger technology, which enables two egg cells to combine into a working embryo.
    The Great Divorce began when the females, who have grown weary of the war, decided to do a mass exodus, away from the warlike males. Some of the males refuse, because to them, it felt like traitorous treachery; while some, lovers and sons, agreed to keep them away, mainly because of a feeling of guilt over the destruction of their homeplanet. So, the exodus did happen, but at the cost of the lovers and the sons, at the hands of the warlike ones. From then on, the females became the Androgynods, while the males became the Mekanarods.

    >> Avnari-Tourist 12/07/10(Tue)05:11 No.13062462
    In a way, in a deep way, partnership is hard. With charity, one needs not feel concern after helping, one is not forced to look at the person helped as an equal. One may think whatever thoughts one wishes of a creature of charity. Partnership is a whole different field.

    Partnership is to treat the other as, at the very least, a nest mate - perhaps a squabble here and there - but over all, a sense of equality and mutual concern and care for the other person. As I had been helped once, was charity, to join them in a sharing of drink and song was intimacy, and thus, partnership.

    As they had asked token gesture, we were not creatures of charity, but bound partnership; sharing space as friends, companions, and eventually lovers, we held the other in wings and in entwined fingers, to guide each other through the lonely dark of space.

    It was this self same darkness I walked through, the darkness of ignorance illuminated by strangers, and a hand held, and clasping my own. The hand belonged to a human, and knowing very little of one another, I yet called him my friend, as I called the others of the group of ow six the same.

    Of course, only one actually held my hand. He had a very nice touch. He had a way of looking at me, that made my belly tighten strangely. It made me wonder, and think, and question motivations.

    And awaken curiosities.
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)05:20 No.13062510
    Does anyone remember the vignette titled "The Human Love Revolution?" I found it a source of the warm fuzzies. Basically, the plot is that other races go around trying to find more efficient ways of reproducing, treating it like horticulture. By contrast, we humans love us some miscegenation. Ergo, most kids in the galaxy end up being ours, and thus the galaxy itself. Or something.

    Anyone up for more writing? I have one more in me, then I have to sleep.
    >> Avnari-Tourist 12/07/10(Tue)05:20 No.13062513
    Times being what they are now, it was forbidden at the time. Not by law, but by social more, one might have strange thoughts and desires, but outside of ones own species was wrong and strange, and frowned upon.

    And I was ever a social creature, and curiosities were allowed to be thoughts only, never touch. I think he understood the same, that it would have destroyed us both.

    Of course, in retrospect, I wish I had gone for him. it was not like it would have been my first time with a male. From a culture concerned about population growth, same-sex relationships were more acceptable than they were ever before, or since.

    Out friendships remain strong though; and though it has been many years since the last of them have passed, I can still feel them close, friends just watiting for the last one of them to step beyond, into the other world, and to have one last great party before new life comes again.

    They showed me art and music and food. I showed them attention, employment working with more of my people, and the culture of the Avnari.

    And we shared partnership and friendship. And we bonded, even before we went to the great war.
    >> Indonesian Gentleman 12/07/10(Tue)05:26 No.13062537
    -Of their reproduction
    To talk of the Mekanarod reproduction means discussing about the Black Matrix as well. Essentially, it makes interfacing with Mekanarod hardware easier, it transports the necessary energy to the brain (the only organic part left), and it stores genetic data for reproduction too. When mating is initiated, two (or more) Mekanarods extract some of their Black Matrix, and deposits them in a special machine called the R-Fabricator. These R-Fabs are rare and hard to make, and their primary function is to mix the genetic data from the Black Matrix samples and churn out brain-in-jars, which they program with the needed skills for their jobs. These brain-in-jars then get transplanted into a fresh Mekanarod hardware body, complete with a blank Black Matrix base.

    -Of their culture and government
    They are highly militaristic society, ruled by a king or emperor. To date (AD 3xxx), they are divided into three great empires: the Kingdom of Tertyle, the Kingdom of Metallyzira, and the Kingdom of Jarhmala. Each Mekanarod is traditionally bound to their King, but it is possible to have independent Mekanarods. Metallyzira, for example, offers two paths when a citizen is created: join us, or go your own path.

    A Mekanarod king's primary duty is to control almost every aspect of their kingdom; an enormous task, even though they have a kind of AI for each kingdom. Generals, soldiers, commanders, and those below the king has a kind of subconscious loyalty programming installed, although there have been cases where these can be broken.

    >> Indonesian Gentleman 12/07/10(Tue)05:38 No.13062610
    -Of their technology and military
    Even though the Mekanarod has a high level of technology, their combat tactics often consist of melee combat. Swords are the same level as guns in their eyes, and this combat philosophy is even reflected on their spaceships. Their fighters possess razor-sharp wings and special blades, in concert with electric-based lasers and machineguns in their arsenal. They are quite useful in ripping apart ship hulls, more so when enchanced with laser emitters along the length of their blades.
    The Mekanarod also have AI-equipped drones and motorcycles, which they treat somewhat like horses.

    ...I think that's about it for the Mekanarods... anyone wanna criticize this, or want the description of other sentients in my setting?
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)05:45 No.13062647
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    IG, I would suggest two things: either go with a fantasy flavor, with robotic horsemen, or start from a different angle. It's sexist, but that can work if it's not a serious setting. If you want depth and drama, I'd... scrap it. It reads like a Dr. Who episode. Think the lovechild of Daleks and Cybermen.

    You. You need to keep writing. This board needs you!

    Me, I have to sleep a few hours before work, etc. Do svedanya, friends.
    >> Avnari-Tourist 12/07/10(Tue)05:47 No.13062653
    Hey Featherball;

    Shoot me an email; I wouldn't mind talking/discussing more of your work with you sometime.

    >> Indonesian Gentleman 12/07/10(Tue)06:00 No.13062714
    Well, yeah, they were originally gonna be portrayed as chivalrous dudes who has a 'stay-off-my-lawn' kind of issue. And an individual Mekanarod still has their personality, so they're not completely beep-boop-I'm-a-robot type.
    So yeah, I think I can portray them like we portray fantasy kingdoms, except that they have laser rifles and spaceships.

    I figured initially, all three kingdoms were neutral to humans and their United Earth government, but then Tertyle pushed into UE territory, and boom! magnificent space battles.
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)14:00 No.13065968
    >> More writing because I feel like it. Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)17:07 No.13067224
    The wind howled outside the building, but the ice track was inside the loading bay and its occupants were filing through the ramp. Fajra was eager to get out of her big, heavy jacket and smooth over her feathers- she hopped down the ramp and peeled it off, rubbing her beak in relief. Gaius was close behind, idly tapping a commpad with the recorded data so far. For full logging, he'd have to get the core sample back to the ship. A keen eye might have noted that while the deck boots and trousers the captain was wearing were both his own, the tee was perhaps a size too large. Behind him was the human, pushing the hand truck down the ramp. His heavy coat and ceramic vest were stacked atop it, letting his chest feel the flow of air through his shirt. Of course, he was wearing the usual black shirt, fatigues, and general-issue-A4155-combat boots. The pilot stretched her arms, and set her coat on a hook.

    “Who's up for a hot cuppa coffee?”
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)17:24 No.13067343
    There was a mumbled response as if sonambulant, and she keyed the door code. The door slid open, and she stared down the barrel of a bolt-thrower.


    The nine-inch pointed steel rod whooshed through the trio, each narrowly missed by a hair as they dove in either direction. Another bolt impaled the core sample's case. Aleksei, thinking quickly, picked up a wrench. As he popped up from behind a crate, he flung a wrench through the darkened doorway. The other side had the lights off, providing some mild concealment- and since only lasers and guns emitted a muzzle flash, firing did not give away their position. The wrench, however, did. There was a distinctive “smeck” of metal on flesh, and the mercenary was already diving back to the hand truck for his rifle. As he scooped it into his arms, another bolt was accompanied by a curse as it flew from the shadows. It impacted somewhere behind him, but the human was already standing tall. The bolt-thrower had a slow refire rate; his rifle didn't. Unabashedly unprofessional, he fired from the hip, spraying lead into the doorway and letting its fire light his way.
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)18:08 No.13067631
    >eagerly awaits more from wither writer, as this anon thoroughly enjoys non-grimdark SF hard or soft.
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)18:09 No.13067639
    Just idly f5ing now then. Sorry.
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)18:15 No.13067692
    Oh I have an audience? Then I aim to please. I was just idly writing.
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)18:18 No.13067720
    of course, the whole thing actually sounds interesting, aliens that are actually alien and not just humans with nose ridges.
    >> Keeps getting thrown back.. hmm. Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)18:30 No.13067845
    There was a brief flash of fire, and silence. Aleksei pulled on his goggles and switched them on, revealing in green monochrome the bodies of two Huntsmen. Kraguhnsk warriors, but why here? That wasn't his job. For now, it was kill anyone who wasn't part of the crew. Anyone and everyone. Pumped full of adrenaline, he whipped around.

    “Faji! Hand me that pistol, you take the other. Cap, I need you to take my armor. You'll need it more than me. Grab a bolt thrower, hunker down, and shoot first. Questions be damned.”

    As he directed his (technical) superiors, he buckled his harness around his hips, saddling the forty-five on his right thigh and wired his comm to a throat mic. Goggles were set to maximum gain. Gaius set about stripping a body, raiding from it a weapon and three stripper clips of bolts; this prompted Aleksei to grab handful of magazines from the hand truck. Three was lean for him, but it was all he had. One extra for the underslung shotgun was even worse. Still, he moved back to the door and swept the corridor with his field of view. His heart was pounding.
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)18:39 No.13067945
    He dashed from one end of the hallway to the other, whipping around with his rifle cocked, eyeballing it next corridor before moving on. This was his strength and he had to play it. Run, keep moving. He heard the hissing noise of a hydraulic pull-bolt, and stopped. He listened, and a Huntsman wielding both thrower and riot shield rounded the corner, uttering a low laugh. He leveled his rifle and fired, perfectly aware that his seven-point-six-two rounds would still bounce off of the curved shield. It did, however, force the Kraguhnsk to shrink behind it and brace himself. The heavier rounds made the kinetic impact harder to handle. Rifle slung behind his back as he ran, and the Hunstman saw what he was doing- he scrambled to get a bead on the human, but he was sprinting at full speed.

    Aleksei rushed up and shouldered into the shield, upsetting the quadropodal balance of his foe. As the Kraguhnsk dug in, the human grabbed the upper end of the shield, where his opponent had no leverage. He bashed the inner surface to the wielder's face in a vicious barrage, slamming it one last hard time before he pressed his handgun to the Huntsman's eye. The bullet tore through brain and cartilage and muscle, splattering gore on the concrete floor. Aleksei wasted no time, either. A few short seconds and he had his weapons secured, along with a new, bloody shield. He kept running.
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)18:50 No.13068042
    One corner, two, three. Keep running. Don't let your guard down. Aleksei was so hyped he could feel his fingers trying to shake. It was only through the training bred into his instincts that kept him stable. One more corner, three of them. Shield formation. Their first volley nearly knocked him on his ass, and he scooted back around the corner. New plan. He set the shield aside and poked his head out again, withdrawing before their bolts could impale his skull. It was close, though, and he took one step out as they re-cocked their weapons. The first round he centered on the exposed foot of the one on the left. He gurgled a howl of pain and dropped his shield low, allowing the mercenary to put two in his eyes. He could feel the brass arcing towards the floor. They were taking forever. Within the next three quarters of a second, he centered his aim on the arm of the one wielding the remaining shield, adjusted his aim to fire twice into the other's braincase, and back to the other to match his center mass. His mind was running on the rush.
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)19:02 No.13068135
    Even in this berserker mode, his thoughts were clear as untouched crystal. He rushed the next hall, and bashed into the Hunstman rounding the corner. The pair of them crashed to the wall, and Aleksei tried to keep his awareness up. Down the corridor to the hangar, he could see a Huntsman in power armor. This gave the tackled warrior the opportunity to kick him onto his back. The human tried to stand, and the Hunstman's massive fist sent him sprawling. He hopped back to a fighting stance, and the large fist forced him back with each blow. Even with his guard up, his opponent was slowly beating him towards the wall. So he let him.

    Blow by blow, the mercenary slowly backed up against the wall. His opponent let out a low grunt of confidence, and readied a massive, muscular fist. Voosh. Aleksei dropped down as the punch was thrown, pushing off the wall to dive under his opponent. He bounded back at the Huntsman, whipping his Bowie to bear. Without hesitation, he jammed it in low and slit the flesh upward, cutting in a large gash where a spine might otherwise be. The Kraguhnsk let out a strangled noise of pain and surprise, and Aleksei went for the artery on the underside of the arm. He slashed through his opponent's armpit and turned to run for his weapons, knowing already that the Hunstman was going to bleed to death. Rapidly.

    By this time, he was starting to wear thin. In his thirst for blood, he wasn't reserving any of his energy. The clock was ticking, and far too quickly. He had to attack quickly. He left his rifle on the floor, and scooped up the pistol. He ran and weaved among the crates until he had a good bead on the armored warrrior.

    “Come and get me! Right here!”
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)19:04 No.13068162
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)19:08 No.13068205
    The warrior leveled a chain-fed machinegun and sprayed fire among the crates. One caught a piece of shrapnel which in turn tore a wound into the human's ribs. He ignored it for now. He crept low towards the armor as it fired where he was a moment ago. The six-by-forty millimeter Imperial ammo had a distinct crackle to it, owed to the cheap plastic casings that were mangled on firing. That didn't keep the projectiles from being deadly, however, nor the rate of fire from climbing over six hundred a minute. Aleksei bit his tongue and resolved to continue his plan. He rushed in closer, circling just a hair faster than the armor could turn. Keep running. Keep running. He held his side with one hand, trying to staunch the blood loss. He needed that blood.
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)19:23 No.13068339
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    He kept circling and circling, ignoring the cold feeling in his limbs. They needed to act. He circled until he could see the bad, and leapt onto the armor. He wrestled himself atop the machine and jammed his knife into a seam. He was cutting at the neoprene-kevlar layer that was over the hydraulic cabling. The warrior inside realized this and began to flail, swing the body this way and that, trying to throw off the attacker. It did not deter him, and soon he jammed his knife into the slat between the plates of armor, sending a jet of black fluid splattering across him like a spurt of blood. Then the last throw was given and he was sent sailing. Forty feet over, he managed to make his boots contact the deck, but he could not stop the tumble. He put his force into getting on his side, forming a cage around his head with his arms and letting himself roll- and bounce- as needed. He hit the concrete hard, once, twice, three times, and crumpled to a halt against a crate. He slowly began to pick himself up, only to stare down the barrel of the warrior's gun.

    That was when a bright green flash of light engulfed the warrior, accompanied by a loud crack.

    The armor- or what was left of it- crumbled into a heap. Fajra keyed up the external loudspeaker.

    “So that's what a rodeo's like, huh?”

    The mercenary just grumbled.

    “Don't be so grumpy. We're all fine in here!”
    >> Featherball 12/07/10(Tue)19:34 No.13068467
    The human gathered himself, tried to look dignified, and marched towards the Chicago Way. The retired warship was now his ship and his home, as it was with the crew. He approached it only with respect. It took some time, but he gathered his weapons and his gear, and marched through the flames. Fajra thought it fun to start playing a tune over those loudspeakers.


    The captain, still wielding his stolen bolt-thrower, smiled and threw an arm around him. The conversation occurred without words; they didn't need them. Yes, Gaius had disregarded his comrade's advice. It had worked, hadn't it? But Aleksei still didn't approve. Gaius smiled and offered a one-armed hug to his comrade. Oh, Aleksandr, you are being overprotective.

    The three of them hunkered down to wait for Lars and Garruk, they couldn't be far away. Boy, were they in for a surprise...
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)19:53 No.13068693
    Somebody Archive This please. i would myself but I'm shit at writing descriptions
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)19:59 No.13068785
    I have a friend who's like that fucking birdman to me.

    Sadly, we don't have Space Adventures with Guns all that often.
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    done, dear lord I want to think up a system to homebrew this in.
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)20:04 No.13068851

    Travellers has it covered already.
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)20:11 No.13068959
    well damn gonna have to go get that.

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