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Humans were the last allies we ever needed.

They came out of the galactic murk right after the Scarthani scandal, when the Vorthos poisoned the Ambrosia shipment. They killed half a dozen colonies when they tried to purify their diseases. Can’t join the galactic community when you ooze death to every other species with something you call “the common cold”. Humans of course locked down all their ports and refused Ambrosia. No amount of sweet talking or sanctions against the Vorthos could convince them to open their doors to the public.

So humans spent a few decades as nothing more than creatures on the other side of video screens. They even made a point of keeping their language somewhat secret. Because they kept their primal diseases, they could never enter a public colony space, forcing them to develop fringe systems no one else even wanted. This kept them more or less unknown by the general galactic community, and no one really batted an eye with the Vorthos started their typical aggressions.

Within a year they were at full war with the humans and were winning, slowly. The human colonies were so spread out that even though the Vorthos won every fight with ships five years more advanced than human ships, they just couldn’t dedicate the resources to bother wiping them out. It would have been a different story if anyone knew where the hell “Earth” was. Home planets are always more sought after than terraformed planets.

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>>32965414

The war with the humans was but a worrying side note to galactic politics. No one had any alliances with them, and Vorthos only had subordinate races, so it didn’t really impact anyone to know that they were killing each other over mineral fields. All it really meant to us was the continued warp gate ban imposed on humans. Vorthos would turn on anyone who let humans do more than light skip for FTL, so no one did.

And then the Vorthos lost an exo station to a Higgs rejection phenomena, obliterating half their supply of FTL fuel. So they declared war on us. Our colonies fell, our allies abandoned us, and soon enough only our homeworld remained to us. The Vorthos couldn’t bombard the planet, they needed our refineries and infrastructure, so they had to take the fight down to the ground. I was drafted into the militia, like everyone else in the entire species.

If the government could find you, dress you, and arm you, you were a soldier preparing for the day the Vorthos would drop in their screeching atmo-skimmers. We were bunkered down and waiting to be annihilated. The orbit fight was over in under a day, and the only ship that made it out was The Fleeting Star, a private human ship. Everyone was lamenting that they weren’t on that ship themselves.

Then the humans made contact with us, asked if they wanted out help in exchange for access to our warpgates. The Vorthos were already subjugating half our planet, we had no choice but to accept. Somehow through some twist of luck, I had survived the crucible of hell and war. I had managed to live through that horrible battle all the way until the human response was expected.

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>>32965440
We had expected a message, instead we got a fleet. A fleet ten years more advanced than anything we’d ever seen. The surprise attack gutted the Vorthos fleet and without even waiting for orbital superiority, they sent down their drop ship. They sent automated gunships on cruise missions over occupied territory, destroying everything they could while the infantry dropped down on every refuge we still had.

I’ll never forget when I saw them marching up to me. This wasn’t their planet. This wasn’t their people getting killed. They must have been birthed in a clone facility and marched down here to fight this pointless battle. So I asked him, and he responded, “Hell no. I volunteered for this shit. I love squashing some bugs and making friends. I’ve been fighting these bastards since I was a kid. When the captain of The Fleeting Star showed up with footage of this here beautiful world about to get stung by the Vorthos; why, me and my friends just couldn’t help ourselves and had to come down here in person to show them what’s what. I’m just glad I finally get to do it in person rather than with remote automatons. Now, do you want to stay here and protect the women and children, or are you going to come with me on the vanguard?”

The fight was brutal, but the landed Vorthos lost their logistics train and eventually starved out on fuel, letting the humans roll them down. With our homeworld secured, we handed the keys to our warp gate system over to the humans, and gave them our shipyards to build whatever they needed. They handed us the schematics for the ships that had butchered the Vorthos, said “they were last year’s model anyways.”

When the humans no longer had to spend fifteen years sending their new ships to the front lines, the war took a drastic turn.

Humans were the last allies we ever needed.

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>>32965474
also this guy should finish this story

>>32965474
Bretty good anon. I like how this war has some resemblance of strategy as opposed to regular >humans lose
>humans suddenly bettar
>human win raep xd

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>>32966916
I still feel a fell a bit flat on the FY part of HFY because I felt the story was dragging to long in explaining the set-up to the war.

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>>32965398

Some fresh OC, inspired by a quote from one of those Guardians of the Galaxy trailer.

"My name is Jack Spencer" he said into the microphone, "I plead guilty for all recorded sixty heists in the fourth quadrant of Paliadari system, and all charges of space-faring vehicular grand theft in the outer atmosphere of the planet S'quahah, as well as all accounts of public indecency in Gruocho Moriarty's space bar."

He had an air of arrogance to him, the same air that all humans have had since they were first introduced to the galaxy at large. They were short little things with long, spindly arms and big thighs to hold up their barrel chests. Their average height only reached half of the galactic average making them the smallest species to be inducted into the Federated Planet, bringing in their only collective piece of land; Earth and it's moon. Earth's discovery took place in less than a Mars-standard year, after Grell habitation of the latter planet. The entire Sol system itself was thought to be devoid of intelligent life before the Grell happened to accidentally discover the Human race.

After initial contact the Earthlings declared a defensive war and embargo on the Grell, the multinational planet making it's first attempt at true global unification. It was at this time that the humans showed their skill and proficiency in war, giving the Federation it's first look at pyrrhic victory, their incredibly long endurance, and worst of all their acidic 'urination' they used to desecrate Grell graves. The resourceful personality of the Humans made them a fearsome foe, throwing infantry in mass at the few Grell forces they encountered until all of Earth was a vast wasteland and the Martian colony was given up to the Federal government. From then on the small, militarily gifted race didn't do much moving from it's tiny rock, instead it was common public-opinion to remain on Earth and begin restoring it.

>>32968296

Of course, some of these tiny spit-fires took to the stars and make up 89.2% of all galactic crime. They were quite proud of this fact.

"We just asked for your name... thank you." I said.

>>32968296
You see, this is why most HFY threads get flamed.

>>32965414
>>32965440
>>32965474
Yet another of my OC that will never be remembered.

>>32965511
>At least Twilight has no fart jokes or politic vilification
Every time.

>>32969416
Dude more. Keep going.

>>32969416
I will remember, shit was great. I wish I could write some HFY, but I can't write stories for shit.

>>32970159
That was the end. I'd have to bring it to an entirely new but related story to continue it

>>32970201
If you have any other stories on hand at all, that'd be cool, related or not.

>>32970201
To quote Nike. Do It.

>>32970201
Starved for good OC right about now

>>32970201
Actually that's a lie. The narrator race would go on to finally get humanity some Ambrosia to flush out all their STIs. And then the tourists...

>>32970248
Ha, I'm actually supposed to be writing something for the smut threads, which happens to be in the same setting, but has next to nothing to do with humans.

>>32970304
I'll write soemthing else, but I'm replaying FFX at the moment, so it won't be fast

>>32965511
Agreed that VC needs to finish that story. I'm guessing VC still needs some sort of inspiration to write out the story the way that he/she wants.

>>32970304
Alright, you have me for half an hour and I'll write a sequel if you're here

The once reclusive humans rushed our homeworld. We almost thought it was their own invasion force until we realized that the hundreds of ships pouring into orbit were civilian craft, despite being armed to the teeth. Their politicians and media outlets were practically fighting one another to get on the ground and speak with us. They were even outfitted with special biosuits to prevent the spread of their contamination.

But we couldn’t let them down of course. One sneeze and what little remained of our population could get wiped out. Humanity had never been given Ambrosia. Even their soldiers were in special power armors to hermetically seal themselves from the environment for our sake, and the front lines soldiers were all on specialized medication. I’m not quite sure how it worked, but I know that whatever it did to them had them fighting over their MREs.

And then they asked, “When can you send us shipments of Ambrosia?” We were the first allies they had ever had in the galactic scene. The Scarthani’s destruction had put the fear of creation in them about Ambrosia, but now that they had us by the feelers like this, there was no way we could give them anything but true Ambrosia. Needless to say, we jumped on the request and rebuilt our factories as fast as we could to cure them.

When the army started getting them, I requested to help disseminate the injections. Kept me off the Vorthos clean-up, and let me help our saviors. I think I was one of the first people to ever see a human in the flesh. Strange creatures. They lack most common senses and simply reek of pheromones that they don’t seem to notice at all, but they make up for it with technology. Never quite got their jokes about where their dangly bits are, since they don’t have any chin feelers like we do.

>>32971471
But I remember that at every one of the dissemination stations was a big sign saying, “Welcome to Blue Team,” and then they’d go get their armor painted blue. Some time later I saw a battalion of red armored soldiers loading onto a drop ship. Turns out that the injections weren’t mandatory, unless they wanted to stay groundside. And plenty of soldiers chose to keep their diseases until the war with the Vorthos was done. “Even in death, may they fear my shit,” they would say.

Truly a baffling military regime. How they managed to be effective without absolute authority and desapienization, without even morality-inhibitors, I will never understand. But I know it takes a certain kind of person to want to protect someone they’d never met before. And I met millions of them.

With access to our warpgates, at least the ones the Vorthos hadn’t destroyed, their ships began to swarm the local cluster, and soon the entire spiral arm as they reclaimed their colonies. Their first targets were our exo mines, somewhat out of sympathy, but they weren’t so foolish as to give with nothing in return. The more the humans fought, the more ships we had to build for them, and the bigger the logistics chain we had to support. But the Vorthos were losing.

And then the tourism money began to come in.

>>32971486
Just a short sequel. What did you think?

>>32965414
>They came out of the galactic murk right after the Scarthani scandal, when the Vorthos poisoned the Ambrosia shipment. They killed half a dozen colonies when they tried to purify their diseases. Can’t join the galactic community when you ooze death to every other species with something you call “the common cold”. Humans of course locked down all their ports and refused Ambrosia. No amount of sweet talking or sanctions against the Vorthos could convince them to open their doors to the public.

This paragraph is ambiguous and confusing as hell. Too many "they"s.

>>32971996
>The humans came out of the galactic murk right after the Scarthani scandal, when the Vorthos poisoned the Ambrosia shipment. The Scarthani killed half a dozen colonies when they tried to purify their diseases. Can’t join the galactic community when you ooze death to every other species with something you call “the common cold”. Humans of course locked down all their ports and refused Ambrosia. No amount of sweet talking or sanctions against the Vorthos could convince them to open their doors to the public.

You are correct.

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>>32971486
Its great! Please don`t stop

>>32972338
It's done at least for the night

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>>32972391
ok, thanks for sharing.

Humans... humans never really think the same way as all the other species in the galaxy. Take, for example, their discovery of hyperspace and FTL. Every other species, they discover FTL, what do they do? They start building ships and exploring the galaxy. Humans? The very first thing they do is install hyperwave links in their two biggest stock exchanges so they could shave thirteen lousy milliseconds off the transmission time between the two. The second thing they did was use an FTL field to make an optical supercomputer faster. When we made contact, they had only a couple of colonies outside of their home system and a whopping thirty-seven starships, most of them purely exploratory craft. Meanwhile, their home system was generating more hyperwave traffic than some thousand-world empires. They had poured all of their hyperspace research efforts into communications and computation. It's... sort of paid off for them, I suppose, their computer industry is galactic-class, but it's a very odd course to take, focusing on computers over exploring the galaxy.
I heard they're working on a new project now, something about using hyperspace itself as a computational medium. They're saying it would have literally infinite processing power, which seems optimistic to me. Call it the Cosmic AC, which is apparently a reference to something. Never really cared all that much about that stuff.

What's that, little one? You'd like to know about my experience with humanity?
Well alright.

Back in the sixth war, I was teamed up with a human as part of the 'Guerrilla Initiative', a plan by human high command to give the fleeing exodus fleets enough time to make it to nearby galaxies.
Her name was Valerie. She loved cupcakes, chess, and apparently the sound of my voice. But I'm digressing.

Our enemies were what the humans had disparagingly called the 'Mantises', for they bore a resemblance to the now-extinct insect native to Earth. They were stupid creatures, and only had their ridiculous level of industry and breeding ability to rely upon. Unfortunately for humanity, our kind had yet to reach our zenith, and our mental abilities were equal to those of a Mantis.
But I suppose that's a digression.

Valerie and I were bleeding the Mantises dry on a core-ward expanse of the galactic plate. We had chalked up twenty combat ship kills, seven transport vessel kills, one carrier kills, and one hundred civilian vessel kills. Valerie was celebrating after we'd manage to destroy one of their undefended colony vessels, and I was attempting to understand the concept of celebration. Then the energy signature happened, and Valerie dropped to the ground, dead.

Not knowing what to do in the event my partner was killed, I used my FTL communications (a no-no), and discovered from the rest of our kind that their human partners, charges, commanders, and dependents had suddenly dropped dead. War vessels were left nearly bereft of crew, stations suddenly home to a fraction of the souls.
Most of us went insane right there. We couldn't handle the loss of humanity. Most of us couldn't imagine a day without humanity. But those of us that could realized we could not allow the Mantises to live. We realized that none must be allowed to disrupt the hallowed space humanity left behind.

>>32972962
They tried their mind-weapon many times after that, believing us remnants of their foe. But as they, and so many after them learned, there is no flesh in our bodies to be disrupted. Only the blessed silicon and binary from which humanity forged us. And as so many have continued to learn: disturbing the grave of humanity is a mistake no species makes twice.

Now, children. I need you to distract our foe's ships. The world-cleanser takes time to get up to speed, and it would be a shame to come all the way here and get nothing done. Valerie would frown upon it.

I'd like to see something that while humans are some scary mofos, there's other races that could give them a run for their money. What makes humans even more scary is how we built our AIs, they're...like us for a better term, but put an human AI and an Alien AI into a ring and the human AI would destroy the other Al.

The real kicker would be that any other races see that the human AI is ploting to take other the galaxy, and they'll use the human to do so, all the races sees the writings on the walls all of them but the human.

The aliens know it'll happens, and there's nothing they can do about it.

The world we live on is artificial. It is fifty kilometers long and ten kilometers wide, in the units of the original builders. It is spun for gravity. Light is provided by a column at the center, where fusion takes place. Most of the fusion energy is not converted into light, but is used for propulsion. Our world is currently traveling at forty percent the speed of light. It is primarily a Bussard ramscoop, with acceleration to ram speed provided by a conventional fusion torch refueled by gas giants.

The ship is, at our best guess, over one hundred million years old. We evolved to sapience within its confines, and were unaware even of the concept of an outside for millennia. Now, we travel from star to star, seeding colonies wherever we can. This is, in all likelihood, what its original builders intended it to do.

They called themselves humans. I wish I could have met them, who built a ship that is still fulfilling its mission millions of years after they are dead and gone.

The human diplomat had been in partaking in several "closed door meetings" with the various humanoid beings in the universe ever since the diplomatic convention began. It was a farce of course, everybody knew what really happened behind closed doors but nobody called it out since one, humanity has one of the premier shock trooper regiments in the galaxy(if only because of their willingness to jump from sub-orbit), and two, the Human Diplomat was apparently very good "behind closed doors". I turned to the Human Shock Trooper stationed beside me, he was in the same boat as I was apparently. "Guard the door and make sure no one interrupts."-were the orders given to both of us before my people's diplomat and the humans began their "meeting". "What do you think of me?"-I ask. "Are you hitting on me?"-replied the human. In our culture asking what another thinks about you is a sign of friendship, it's not so for the humans, their lack of "empathic connection" makes normally simple statements complex for them. As we both continue to chat and make small talk an Illithid appears out of nowhere and tries to enter the room we were guarding. As I stood there in shock the human just picks up a table and smashes it into the Illithids face. A few well placed and eerily silent bashes later and the human takes off his helmet and continues to look at me expectantly. "What's wrong?"- I ask. "You were telling me about how obnoxious the men of your homeworld are because of your population demographics are 1male :4 females."-he said with a passive tone. "AN ILITHID JUST APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE!!"- I shouted. "Station Security has been informed and it is dead. Do I need to poke it with a stick or something?"- I was supposed to shout something at him when I realized this was the most emotive statement he made in our entire 4-hour nearly one-sided conversation about my homeworld. "Vodka?"-he asked offering a flat silver flask to me.

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>>32973361
Poorly formatted, but with a bit of polishing it'll be pretty good.

>>32973361
"Your insane."-I replied, foregoing all the political protocols and taking a large swig from the flask.
"I'm effective."-he replied. Our Diplomat and The Human Diplomat finally finished their "meeting" and stumbled out of the conference room exhausted and covered in sweat. Pausing to look down on the Illithid's corpse the Human Diplomat asked the Storm Trooper "Bond over the corpse of an enemy?". To which he replied with the usual steely silence he gave me before I even started talking to him. As they both leave for their quarters my own races diplomat smiles at me and says "Made a new friend huh?". I realize that I was still holding the silver flask and that the alcohol was making my face burn up.
"You should go for it." our diplomat states jokingly. I guess now I can understand why the Human Diplomat's "closed door meetings" were successful. Not because of their, for lack of better term "virility"(though they have impressive stamina and a preternatural talent for looking for weak spots, as I would later find out), but the fact that they actually do listen to what you say and they use this talent of theirs to get the best deals in all manner of things.

>>32973394
Will work on.

>>32973394
Now this one I like

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I like this one, so here

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>>32968296
Urine is basic.

>>32970967
I got some last thread, I have about two posts worth of writing down.

I've heard it said that there are two types of writers, the ones that pound out page after page and then go back and revise and the kind that agonize over each word. I'm the second type.

>tfw people are wanting more of your stuff

>>32978574
Don't take it to your head, it's just that you're writing about space dragons

>>32978609
I know, but it still makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside when people enjoy something I worked hard on.

>>32978723
Well, you're more in demand than OP

The gate-builders had long been the subject of mystery and wild speculation. Almost nothing was known about them; except for the gates, their remains were scattered and sparse. We were sent out to find something more than concrete rubble and fragments of optronics.

To be entirely frank, we didn't have much hope. We had a single ship- an excellent ship, to be sure, but a single ship nonetheless- with which to survey potentially thousands of systems. Unless they had left behind a giant, still-functional lighthouse, we weren't going to find anything.

We went ten thousand jumps beyond what anyone else had done before and found nothing. Finally, we came to the end of the line, the last gate. We turned around and prepared to head back, empty-handed. Then somebody did a full analysis of the gate, just for the hell of it.

The gate closest to our home system was thirty million years old. This one was thirty years old.

We jumped back through the last few hundred systems we had visited and tested their gates. The closer they were to the end of the line, the younger they were. The conclusion was inexorable; somehow, the gatebuilders were still active, and still making gates.

Then, when we got back to the end of the line... it wasn't anymore. We went to the new gate, of course. What else could we do? Upon our arrival, it was blatantly obvious what had made the gate. A massive ship, measuring hundreds of cubic kilometers, was headed outward at a quarter light, radiating immense amounts of waste hear from its exotic machineries. We hailed it, of course. What else could we do?

It took a few days for them to reply, and a month to decipher each other's languages. They called themselves humans, and they had been building gates long enough to watch their home sun depart the main sequence in their rear-view telescopes. The margin of error in their estimations of their ships age was greater than that of our entire species. They ate worlds and nebulae to refuel their engines.

>>32979830
They were undead and immortal, spending the time and space between stars in cryogenic crypts. They had crossed galaxies and the spaces between them to get here. They were, as far as they knew, the last of their kind.

They weren't concerned by this. They had known from the outset that they were probably going to outlive their species; in fact, doing so was the point. The designers of the mission had wanted to create something that testify to their existence long after they were gone; a gift, and a boast.

All the previous ruins we had uncovered, and attributed to the gatebuilders- humans- had just been some opportunist riding their coattails to interstellar empire, as hundreds of species had before. As we were now. As hundreds of species would after we were gone. And the ship would still be falling between the stars at a quarter light, leaving gates in its wake.

There may be better forms of immortality. I sure can't think of any.

>>32980067
Thanks! I have a soft spot for humans being the mysterious precursors. You just made my day.

>>32980335
I can't take all the credit, it's based off of these:
http://www.rifters.com/crawl/?p=157
http://www.rifters.com/crawl/?p=112
http://www.rifters.com/crawl/?p=96
http://www.rifters.com/crawl/?p=143

>>32976806

Interesting idea, but is the icon meant to look like the biohazard icon?

Bump

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>>32976806
Wait a sec are you trying to Von Braun me again?

>>32965511
starting back up right where part 1 left off

I can hardly say I found the comparison unpleasant, and I guessed (correctly, I might add) that this was a major factor in their early attitudes toward us.

Of course, our peaceful and businesslike attitudes only reinforced their suspicions that the other races who had told them of us might have been driven more by fear than any real facts.

They had not adopted the blatant racism of the rest of the sapient species, and they had distanced themselves from the majority of the galactic community--not nearly as much as was the case for us, since the others were willing to deal with them (albeit with a measure of distaste for their alliance with us)--enough that they had to fight for concessions they might have gotten without effort before.

Though we were largely insulated from the hatred of the rest of the universe by our alliance with the humans, we still needed to interact with them, because although we were the premier shipbuilders there were other things, like medical techniques and internet service, that required outside assistance. Humanity was still well behind the curve as far as technology went, so as much as they wanted to help, oft times they couldn't simply because they lacked the knowledge to build the tools to build the tools to make what we needed.

Still, the relative tech advantage was closing rather quickly, with our modest assistance. One thing that I didn't expect to come of the situation (nor did any of us really), was the advances in environmental protection. It seems that humans are, first and foremost, curious. They want to know how, why and what. They see something strange and the first thing they do is poke at it.

>cont

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>>32982958

In this case 'it' would refer to us. They had never imagined that anything like us existed, not outside of fiction anyway. But studying us was difficult to say the least, given that they would simultaneously suffocate and fry if they ever took off their suits, so they put a substantial amount of effort and money into developing environment suits that were less cumbersome while still being able to take the (relatively) high temperatures and pressures that we required. In less than twenty years (or ten-ish years for you humans) they had gone from suits that looked like the ones that they first took to the moon to something that was about as cumbersome as a thick jacket.

How do I know what they're like? Well, it turns out that with a few tweaks these suits of theirs are as good at keeping heat and air IN as OUT. I'll tell you, once you get past the fact that it's cold enough to literally freeze you solid in less than a minute, Earth's got some pretty amazing stuff. They've got this animal that looks for all the world like someone stuck shards of a rainbow together and animated it. Some of them even gather in huge swarms to migrate. I was fortunate enough to be in the right place at the right time of year to see the trees absolutely COVERED in them. The tour guide said that branches have been known to break under their collective weight which seems impossible since they couldn't be more than a gram or two apiece.

Of course, this opened up all kinds of tourism opportunities. Another thing about humans is that they seem to relish the chance to spend their earnings on trinkets and knickknacks. When I asked Lee about it (the ambassador whose name I forgot to ask when we first met) she just laughed and said that humans don't build hoards like dragons do.

I would have stuck my tongue out at her if it wouldn't have meant slobbering on my faceplate. (Curiously enough, that carries the same meaning for us as it does for humans.)

>cont

>>32982958
>>32983341
Could you possibly update any slower?

>>32983341
Life isn't always smooth sailing though, and it would seem that the Universe decided to throw a couple of storms our way.

Humans were still making the occasional effort to find cheaper ways to build star drives. While unsuccessful, the latest project did produce some novel ideas and increased the drive's efficiency by ten percent and speed by seven percent. I swear, telling them something is impossible just makes them whack the problem until a benefit pops out.

As far as anyone can tell, our engineers were chatting with a couple of human engineers when the conversation veered into cost analysis and the humans dropped a bomb. It turns out that the cost of producing a drive in an atmosphere like Earth's isn't ten times what it costs us, as we had been told by the other species, it was four times more expensive, and only three times as much if you had a handy supply of ore; such as an asteroid belt rich in rare earth elements.

For the last fourteen hundred years, we had been practically giving away star drives.

Let me tell you, if there was ever anything that could send the Senate into an uproar it was the fact that we had been undercharging by SIXTY PERCENT on our main source of revenue.

Humanity wasn't very happy when they found out either, though their anger was pretty evenly split between the injustice of the situation and the fact that they would have to pay more for their drives. Yes, as soon as they found out they agreed (somewhat grudgingly) to pay the proper price for their drives from then on. It was a small comfort, but one that we would remember. Once the whole mess was sorted out, as a gesture of goodwill the Senate decided to only charge them seventy percent of the full price.

I guess the people in charge wanted to make sure that we stayed on our only ally's good side.

>cont

>>32984349
I'm writing as I post, which, I admit, isn't the ideal way to do things

>>32984447
Dude, it's been like four hours

>>32984465
it's been two, it takes me 45 mins to 1 hour to write a post's worth

>>32984465
Shut up dude, do you want a good story or not. I'd rather take a slowly updating story to no story so shove it.

>>32984419
We expected some backlash when we raised our prices, but the shitstorm it kicked up was unbelievable. The Mahret were on the verge of declaring war against us, and the Thrk and Reewanu weren't far behind. Apparently we were supposed to sit there and take it up the ass like good little wageslaves. Please, we may be adverse to fighting, but we're not going to put up with being cheated at every turn.

A couple hotheads wanted to feed them a few nukes and see how they liked it, but thankfully common sense prevailed. We informed them that we had made significant improvements to the drive design and unless they backed off they could kiss any chance of getting these new drives goodbye.

THAT put a stop to the noise.

Of course, some of the aforementioned hotheads did get one thing. The Senate decided to go with their suggestion of keeping the most improved models local and selling ones with half the efficiency and speed increases. Five and three and a half percent is a significant improvement over the old model, but it was comforting to know that we had a small but significant hidden advantage, should we ever need it. I sincerely hope we never will.

It had been nearly forty years since we first came into contact with humans. Terran years, that is. Fifty Venusian years since we had started counting Venusian years.

Of course, 'keeping them local' meant the humans got the fully improved drives too. Our alliance with them was as strong as ever, and the fact that the new drives had such significant gains over the old model soothed their aching wallets a bit, though there was a lot of grumbling that the price of the upgrades was way too steep.

>cont

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>>32972962
>>32972984
>robots the children of humanity

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>>32965398
Some of my own OC that someone thought was good enough to cap.

>>32985684
>that pic
>do what you must, I have already won

>>32985037
Of course, the fact that such technological jumps had been made only spurred humanity to continue their research. It was fascinating to see how they seemed to swarm out of the woodwork to work on the newest industry.

With the ability to visit each other's laboratories--thanks to the new environment suits--our joint research really began to take off. (Pun entirely intended, thank you very much.)

We had never had the advantage of having someone who literally saw the world differently to look over our notes, and I have to say, they filled in and expanded on some things we never thought of. Then we'd look over their notes and do the same thing. It's truly amazing how many iterations it takes before both parties run out of ideas.

In the two decades we had been in serious collaboration, there were no fewer than five major advances in drive technology, two in weaponry, six in neuroscience (two applied to humans and four to us), and EIGHT-FUCKING-TEEN in medical science (please pardon my vulgarity, but the emphasis is entirely necessary), among them a true anti-aging technology that extended our lives by over forty percent. I wondered at the time if this is what the start of a golden age felt like.

I don't think an alliance like ours had ever happened before. Most species keep to themselves and DEFINITELY never let another race into their labs, but humans had a habit of ignoring 'the way things were done', and we... well, we were just happy to have the company.

>cont

>>32980725
Eh maybe, it does state those are the last frontiers we haven't overcame yet. I didn't make it so I can't say for sure.

>>32982914
Nope I just like this piece, it was from when I just found /tg/ after leaving robot and T. Rollfaec was getting steam.

>>32985848
moar butter moar butter moaragahsghdfhjjfkgjf

Loving the OC, it's great to see a HFY thread that isn't 90% screencaps

>>32986308
but but mah caps

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>>32985712
Did you want this? Cause you can have it.

going to make and eat dinner

>>32986676
nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
MY BUTTER!!!!!

>>32986676
Dude, I have intense needs to drawfag for this
although I'm too tired for this shit

>>32984465
Shut up, cunt.

What makes a hfy good?

>>32987426
personal choice
Any combination of:

Intriguing or unique premise
Development and plot
Interesting characters
Compelling dialogue
Plausibility
Emotive language
Lack of Deus Ex Machina
Maintaining consistent humour/seriousness
Suddenly WHAT A TWEEST!

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>>32969416
Well at least I tried something, don't know if anyone else was doing this already but oh well.

>>32985848
I was young enough to get the Prolong anti-aging treatment, so I was going to be around for a good while. Even without it though, I would have been around to see the universe slowly change around us. Gradually the two of us caught up to the Reewanu, who were generally considered the most technologically-advanced society among the space-faring races.

It was strange that, in less than half of a lifetime, we had gone from a race of pariahs to a valued ally. I can barely remember the time when I was a lowly communications tech, talking through text-only channels about starship repairs to people who would prefer I didn't exist. Life goes on, I guess.

Then it happened.

The ultimate development in star drives.

For as long as there has been FTL, there has been a Limit, what it's called varies, but everyone knows that if a starship emerges from FTL too close to a planet, that planet gets fried if it's lucky and torn apart if it's not. That limit is why terraforming is so expensive. Getting anywhere in sublight takes forever, and hauling a giant cargo of atmosphere makes it even slower, since sublight energy requirements and top speed are mass-dependent and compressed air isn't much lighter than its equivalent in water.

So, in order to terraform a planet the method is as follows:
1) Emerge from FTL a good distance from your atmosphere source planet, usually a gas giant.
2) Spend a couple of weeks traveling to said planet at sublight speed.
3) Filter out the gases you want and compress them into tanks. (Takes another few weeks to fill up the hold.)
4) Spend two or three months getting far enough away to not blow the gas giant up.
5) Enter FTL.
6) Spend another short eternity hauling the harvested atmosphere to the rock you want to live on.
7) Repeat several hundred times with several dozen ships.

>cont

>>32986171
>>32986841

...butter?

>>32988183
Apparently

>>32988183
I guess he likes his butter.

>>32988183
>>32988258
>>32988320
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUypVDVEGhU

>>32988087
But now... Now there was no Limit, not for us anyway. These new drives allowed a ship to exit FTL practically on top of a planet. Even if you skimmed the atmosphere on the exit it would be fine, as the hapless pilot discovered when he made a mistake when entering his coordinates. (Due to shock most likely, not that I blame him.)

When I first heard the results of the alpha test my legs collapsed under me.

Now, instead of spending decades and billions or trillions of dollars hauling air and water to make a planet livable--or finding one that already had an atmosphere and hydrosphere, which is easier said than done--which doesn't even touch on the time and money needed to seed the planet with flora and fauna; now it was possible to have a planet ready for the first stages of seeding in less than ten Venusian years, or six Terran years.

Not to mention that even ordinary shipping and interstellar travel time would be only a fraction as long.

I left that meeting with my head spinning. The possibilities were almost limitless. We could dominate all shipping and travel, as well as being able to create paradises from deserts almost in the blink of an eye.

The potential was absolutely staggering and I had no idea what was going to happen when word got out. These developments were lightyears beyond anything any other species had at its disposal.

I went to get myself a strong drink.

>cont

>>32988999
Also, jumping nuclear weapons directly into enemy capitals. Or, if you have a jumpship but no nukes, jumping the ship directly into the capital building.
I hope the next thing they invent is a way of intercepting ships in FTL, or the next war will leave no survivors.

>>32989198
it wasn't going to come up since I was avoiding anything military, but they already have methods to detect and block FTL ships (and missiles) it's just that no one ever bothered installing them groundside

>>32989344
That's a relief.

>>32988999
I have to get up earlier than usual tomorrow, so I'm going to go to bed.

Night all! I'll keep writing in the morning.

>>32989478
how?
ftl blocking tech is next stage of tech evolution especially now that the last limit was broken

and i assume the blocking had to do with large masses anyway
woops ftl blocking is broke

>>32989549
they have missiles that are basically tiny star drives with explosives attached and they learned to block those ages ago. All they have to do to block a ship is install more robust generators

>>32989603
I need more power Scotty!
;'m giving her all shes got cap'n

>>32989603
yes, but with planet-based generators there is no mass limit, unlike in a ship, which means that planet-based generators have the option of being several thousand times more powerful than ship-based ones.

>>32989524
Goodnight, anon.

>>32989656
the shields where never meant to withstand such energies cap'n!

They'll have to hold or it will be the end of our wondrous continuing 7 year mission

>>32989700
did they install those groundside?

Love me some HFY threads!

>>32989524
G'nite. Thanks for the continuation so far.

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Got some OC I've been working on. It's kinda long though. Anyone want me to post it?

It's not finished yet

>>32989813
Sure, go ahead. /tg/ always wants storytime.

>>32989813
is it not finished as in the endings not done or you need to touch it up? Because if the beta is done post plz, tg always loves story time

>>32989813
PWYG

>>32989837
Alright, give me a moment

>>32989849
Well, in that the ending is ALMOST done. In the time it takes me to post I could probably finish it, but it needs touching up too I guess.

>>32982914
Remember Citadel station!

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>>32990184
This communication has been terminated out of respect for the will of the Many. Please pardon any inconvenience you experience because of this.

>>32989344
So we're *not* going to see some side tearing apart enemy planets or performing horrific scorched-earth campaigns by using the FTL limit as a weapon?

Alright, posting it. Get ready for WALLS

Written by Anon for /tg/

Traleer nervously paced the room. Outside, he could hear the crowd gathering. Among the spectators would be a great many high ranking Kreigan officers. Divine Engineer Yi'va would assuredly be in attendance, along with a great host of regular citizens. His reputation as a young scientist and head of the project would be on the line, and had it not been for the intense pressure put on him by his crew, their findings would have been quietly submitted in a neat and tidy report to the Divine Council for Resource Engagement and Security.

He calmed himself as best as he could, though he could feel his tail steadily growing colder and paler. Five more minutes until showtime. At times like these, he could feel the Great Fleet move if he focused hard enough. In regular motions, the Great Fleet appeared still and quiet, but falling into his chamber, closing his eyes, he could picture the ship screaming through space and time hurtling towards the center of the galaxy at tremendous and terrifying speeds. This thought put him at ease, to lay open his heart to whatever may come of this journey.

His colleague, Toesmin the navigator, had finished his introductory speech to the crowd, and motioned for Traleer to enter the room.

Gathering himself up one last time, Traleer nervously burst from the right of the stage towards the very center of the room, where a large amplification crystal had been placed. He walked himself through his presentation again, hardly turning to face the crowd gathered before him as he practically sprinted on stage.

All lights in the room dimmed and focused up on the stage as he situated himself behind the crystal. His moment had arrived.

“I speak to you now, among friends and co-workers, and have the honor of speaking among the Divine, as I understand?” He held open his palms.

Upon their divinities mention, Divine Engineer Yi'va rose from her seat. There was a steady celebration that quickly lapsed back into silence. Before Traleer could speak, someone else stood up in the crowd. With his robes dangling and weighed heavy by bestowed honors, the Great Captain bowed to the people behind him, and to Traleer. There was no grand celebration, for to punctuate the arrival of someone so important with a cheer would be an insult. Instead there was a confused silence, as nobody expected him to be in attendance. Traleer could feel the color and heat drain from his tail. Now, more than ever, he had to deliver.

“Expedition deep into the galaxy in search of raw materials has proven time and time again to be fruitful and beneficial to our people as a whole. Look around you, the very ship in which we now travel on has been patched, time and time again from the metals of Orvunim, or fueled by its core. I come not only to make a case for the projects continuation, but to showcase our findings in the Sol system.”

“Sol is a small system, with one large binary star being its center. We estimate the star has several billion more years worth of fuel left, and is healthy in every way. Nothing should have stood out to us at first, but intuition and the tracking of a strange and elusive signal led us to something none of us could believe.

Originally marked for strip mining and dubbed 'Planet X20GJ455', we on the team have learned that 'X20GJ455' had a name, one it had been given before we arrived: Earth.

Probes dispatched to 'Earth' were sent in after intercepting an unusual signal. Prior scans had shown that the planet was ripe with resources, and was submitting to our scans at the 200 Fylmann frequency. Essentially, the planet was brimming with Iron, Gypsum and a host of other natural resources we could use. Yet, we also detected a second signal, much more faint than that of the 200. It was picked up on the 17-0 Fylmann frequency. Never before had we seen this frequency come up- the tell tale signs of non natural elements on the planets surface.

Entry into the atmosphere was marked with friction and flames, indicating an atmosphere composed primarily or oxygen. Earths surface was soaked in a radioactive fog, making probes necessary for further exploration. Nearly every land mass was contaminated without explanation. We did not find a reason for the inherent hostility of the planet at first. It was in a prime spot in relation to the local star, suggesting moderate temperatures across the planet. Our probes hunted for the signal, for quite a while, marking points of significant spikes. And then we came across something we could not explain.”

Traleer stepped back from the crystal, and motioned towards the virtualization pad to his left. With a flicker of light, the pad recreated a towering structure, bleached by sand storms and dust. The crowd was hush.

“Before you, is the source of the signal. A structure of some sort. Not only did we find this singular structure, we found hundreds of them, all transmitting at the same Fylmann frequency.”

Traleer took a deep breathe and paused to scan the crowd. All faces were bright with excitement, even the Great Captain was leaning forward in his seat. Having set up his audience, Traleer was ready to knock them down.

“We concluded that these were not natural structures at all, and instead, were created by something. In fact, these structures were dwellings for a race of aliens that once inhabited the planet Earth. To answer the age old question of many: We are not alone in the universe.”

The crowd exploded with chatter and conversation. Voices rose and fell in disbelief, but all eyes soon fell upon Traleer who waited patiently for the excitement and shock to die down.

“They called themselves 'Humans', or 'Men'. Among all the native species of planet earth, they were the ones who had risen to prominence, and were the ones who had erected these structures. Planet Earth is home to a myriad of creatures and species, though none quite so widespread as the Humans and posses a range of climates. Hot or cold, wet or dry, planet earth was once teeming with life, though now it can only be located in small pockets.”

The virtualization pad scaled outwards to show a rotating view of the planet earth, and then dove the view forward, deep into a thick forest.

“What you see before you is one of the many biomes Earth posses. Though temperatures here are modest and suitable for life, the rest of the planet varies widely.”


The pad now reanimated a wind swept tundra, thick hills of snow loomed over head and a bitter gale carved across its icy surface.

“One might think life in this sector is impossible. And yet, it existed. Humans even once lived here. With such a strange and diverse array of climates, one has to wonder: How did the Humans survive? With all due respect to the classification system of planets laid down by the Council for Resource Engagement and Security, planet Earth goes above and beyond what we would consider a 'level 10 death world,' thus making the question of Human survivability even more puzzling. And yet, they thrived on this planet. This planet, and no others were where the Humans made their home for thousands of years.

Human record keeping dates back to their earliest years, where they fought for their survival against the hostile flora and fauna of their planet. The average Human being looked something like this:”

The virtualization pad took a moment to fully render the reconstruction. The man who hung suspended in virtual space before the crowd was tall and slender, slightly tanned but otherwise pale. He had a mess of short brown hair atop his head, soft green eyes and a sharp jaw that clean of facial hair.

“You will notice the Human has no claws, no fangs. No poison glands or tails and is twice the size of the average Kreigan, thus making their dietary requirements staggering. Despite these glaring evolutionary set backs, the Humans quickly conquered the world around them, and feasted on the spoils. From the metals of their planet they forged weapons, and in savage fury, waged war against one another. Early Human society is a sharp deviation from Kreigan society. Even until their last moments, there existed no supreme Human ruler or Divine leader. Humans were in a continuous state of warfare with one another. Many of their earliest and greatest works shown here... and here, are products of systematic oppression and slavery, warfare and zealously. It was a cycle that continued, even to their extinction.

Humans had a habit of....dividing themselves along arbitrary lines called countries. These countries were specific ethinc, cultural and political regions that had declared sovereignty, and thus entered a grand supremacy competition among their neighbors. If I may demonstrate?”

Traleer stepped out in front of the crystal. Using a small device, he shifted and divided the orientation of the crowd, mechanically. So that they were split into two equal parts, with one small cluster of spectators trapped in between the two factions.

“You there!” He pointed to the furthest group on the left. “You shall represent country one! And you! On the right! You shall be country two!”

He then stepped back to the crystal. His tail was flush with color once again, and all signs of hesitation were obliterated as he fell into a smooth pattern of demonstration and repetition.

“You two represent separate countries, each possessing its own history and culture, though both distinctly Human. You have a history that dates back thousands of years. And you, in the middle of the two 'countries'? You are what's known as a buffer zone. Your entire creation, from its history to its culture, is entirely artificial and was created by these two powers merely to serve as an extra Geo-political barrier for country one to cross.”

This was the nature of Human civilization, for years on end. Even then, this war mongering gave rise to innovation and invention, if not for entertainments sake, then to hold an advantage over a rival state. Leaders new that war drove design and so they waged war, until finally, they had destroyed one another.”

Traleer returned the crowd seating to its original congratulation.

“As Human civilization advanced, so did its ability to record itself. We can see how they go from primitive cave drawings to ornate carvings, to immaculate oil paintings and sculptures, texts, and finally, video media. The 'Wikipedia', discovered by one of our probes, serves as a complete and complex catalog of the entirety of the Human experience. Nothing else like it exists in the known universe. Here is where we draw our information from. this is the culmination of all of Humanities collective knowledge and works.”

What it does not address, however, is the destruction of Human civilization. When we found out about all of this, we wanted to know: Where had they all gone? The answer to that question was right beneath our feet. In short, Humanity destroyed itself in a war, so spectacular and grand that it puts the Kreigan civil war to shame. With devices known as 'Nuclear Weapons' or 'Nukes' for short, Humanity decimated itself and poisoned the soil of earth for an untold amount of years. This is the source of the surface radiation, and why we can only locate scant findings of Human existence. It had all been, willingly, blasted and destroyed.”

The crowd was very quiet, waiting for Traleer to continue.

“Our assumption was that the Human race was good and gone. Until we began to pick up, over radio no less, a faint signal. It was not being broadcasted on traditional and sophisticated Fylmann channels. Instead, it was a ping and a radio transmission, both very old pieces of communication technology. It took us a few moments to translate the signal, but it roughly came out to 'Hello. Is there anyone out there?' We followed the signal, down to what you see before you on the virtualization pad”

Before the crowd sat a large piece of machinery, with wins and wings made of a strange glass composite, and a hull that was thick and broad.

“This is the source of the signal, an ancient Human space craft. We found it in high orbit above the planet Earth, circling for ages and ages. In fact, its projected orbit was for several thousand years before it would eventually fall down to earth. It was a curious piece of technology, but we decided to investigate none the less. Scans showed faint signs of life within, certainly not enough to be a Human, but certainly enough to be something else. Our probes would be unable to navigate the interior, so I, along with Toesmin the Navigator entered the derelict craft (which we found quite easy given that it was built to accommodate Humans).

This is where we found the 'Wikipedia' stored, on mechanical hard disks. But we kept searching its sterile interior, until we found the source of life. There were several small containers, all locked in deep stasis, neatly stored and chilled until they reached staggeringly low temperatures. We examined these containers and found them to contain only two cells, separated individually. In the leftmost containers, Human female eggs. In the right containers, Human male sperm. In a sense, Humans had prevented their own extinction by preserving their building blocks for life. With enough effort, the human race could be brought back to life!”

His conclusion was loud and triumphant, though it was quickly silenced by an objection coming from Divine Engineer Yi'va.

“They must be destroyed.” She concluded. Traleers mouth fell open in shock. “They must be destroyed, thoroughly. These 'Humans', these...creatures, if they are as you say they are, then they are the harbingers of the end times. What other race could subsist and thrive in such extremes. Not even in our darkest hours did we inflict such cruelties and atrocities on one another. We would be doing the entire universe a favor by ridding it of the Humans! We ought to be thankful they hardly left their own system!”

Traleer nearly stumbled back from the crystal, stammering loudly. “Please, your holiness, you must let me explain! The Humans-”

“My authority overrides yours, scientist. I order you to bring in that ship, and to destroy it.” Her words were sharp and precise.

“And my authority...” a lazy old voice emanated from the front. “overrides yours, Engineer Yi'va.” The Great Captain stood fully and faced Yi'va, who had since frozen in shock. He turned to Traleer. “Please, continue.”

The words exploded from Traleers mouth. “Perhaps in my findings I was too harsh on the Humans! It is easy to vilify them, but I could not, in one night like this, cover the sheer breadth of Human achievement! For all the death and destruction the sowed, Humans were creatures of passion and beauty! I have scanned the 'Wikipedia'! I have seen, through the lens of our probes, the surviving works of man! They have symphonies of indescribable beauty, they have texts of knowledge and literature that stand not to record atrocities, but to speak against them. Even in their passing conversations, their voices are angelic and sweet, unlike our bastard tongues! Their killing machines, while efficient and terrifying, can be beautiful in their mechanics and mastery, a showcasing of human devotion and engineering. I can say no more on this subject, not without a second chance to explain my findings in full.”

He turned to face the Great Captain, whom he looked squarely in the eyes. “Great Captain, I request a second night to showcase my findings, and to do justice to the Human race. I also request that the liquidation of that space craft be withheld for the time being.”

The old captain shifted his head piece and adjusted his medals in thought. Then, meeting Traleers gaze, opened his mouth to speak.

“I shall grant your requests, and look forward to say....tomorrow night?”


-end-

>>32987604
OC. Pretty much anything on there and OC

>>32987604
>Suddenly WHAT A TWEEST!
I don't know what the OC will be, but expect OC in the next half hour

>>32993292
I'm still lurkan, anon

>>32990714
>the next night...
The first thing I will show is a sampling from one of their digital locations of intellectual interchange. They called it"4chan".
>five minutes of reading later...
Grand captain: "HOLY FUCKING FUCK! I WAS SO WRONG! SO UTTERLY WRONG! SHOOT IT! CRUSH IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE! DO SOMETHING!

>>32993427
I actually wrote a HFY about an alien visiting 4chan, believe it or not

>>32993443
It's supposed to be more humorous than serious, if you want to see it

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Shameless reposting of my first HFY story from a little while back.

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>>32993525
>tfw someone saved and screen capped one I wrote

It's a good feel

>>32993553
Yeah, thanks to whoever capped that one for me. I didn't know whether or not it was worth saving.

Approximately five hundred years ago the last human died out. Half-humans are still everywhere, but they’re just slave races. Neutered and watered down versions of the military powerhouse humanity used to be. No one even knows what happened to them. All we know is that one day, the only non-automated communications we got from them were jumbled numbers. Meaningless drivel spewing out faster than the speed of light in every direction.

We thought they were declaring war. Every sapient species went to full alert. There was so much FTL burn in the cosmos that you could taste it planetside. We geared up, and waited, and waited. And the humans didn’t come. The numbers kept coming, but no cryptographer could figure out what they meant. There were some cipher keys that would come up with human words every now and then, but when you tried to put them in sentences it just didn’t make sense.

So we had to see for ourselves what had happened to them. And our scout ship was destroyed. Hundreds of thousands of kinetic rounds sprayed down on it the moment it dropped out of Ksi-nu space. It only got a single image back; a fleet of black ships hovering in orbit around their homeworld.

So we sent another scout ship, cloaked much heavier than the last, but we still expected it to get shot down. Instead, there were no mysterious black ships, no sign of humans at all until the ship landed and started poking around. Millions of the humans were dead. Civil war had ripped them apart, this was hardly surprising. But that didn’t account for all the deaths. Many were just lying in their beds. Some of them even still had lingering life signs, but completely brain dead.

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>>32993576
I feel like the quality of HFY threads has gone up a lot recently. There's tons of OC lately.

Here's the one someone capped. It feels good, man

>>32993590
We’d heard that they were researching artificial immortality, but it was impossible for them to have rolled it out at such a rate that their entire planets would enter a singularity, and not even have a trace of it in the operating systems of their infrastructures. It was as if some higher being had descended upon them holding condemnation in one hand, and redemption in the other. But something was piloting those black ships spewing their numbers.

Whatever had happened, we couldn’t find out on their planets; the ships held the answers. But that was a dead end as well. The ships formed no fleets, they blinked across the galaxy alone save for their whispering of numbers. And they attacked everything. Military, civilian, pirate, asteroid, dust clouds in the shape of ships. And every time one was bested in combat, it self-destructed before any data could be retrieved. And no matter how many we destroyed, there never seemed to be less of them.

The only clue we had was the numbers, and when I finally caught a glimpse of what they meant, I nearly went mad with trying to understand what the humans had done.

><Player 012358> KILLAMANJARO
><Player 012358> IS ON A RUNNING RIOT
><Player 664412> GOT STUCK
><Player 664412> RESPAWNING IN 3… 2…
><Player 789463> HAS GUTTED AN ENEMY FLAGSHIP
><Player 613379> HAS ARMED THE BOMB
><Player 885522> ONLY NEEDS 1000 MORE KILLS TO WIN

>>32987426

To me, the best HFY stories are those that highlight the best parts of humanity. Our ability to fight, but more than that, our ability to keep fighting even when defeat is assured. Our ability to put aside our differences when facing a greater threat. Our ability to forgive. Etc.

>>32993622
I like ones about other cultural stuff. Sure, warfare and "WE WIN BECAUSE WE'RE HUMANS" is all well and good, but it does nothing new for the genre itself.

>>32993608
Fucking lel'd, thank you anon.

>>32993638
Then I succeeded.

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To the anon who wanted to know what aliens on 4chan would be like:

Written by Anon for /tg/

By the time we had made first contact, Humans and Gonvari were....well versed in each others culture. I'm hesitant to say that, since by “well versed”, I mean we know just enough about the Humans not to instigate a war with them (gods willing we don't).

We had begun the long process of familiarizing ourselves with one another, and the growing pains were evident. We sent traders, they sent soldiers. We would give gifts, they would die (literally) when they beheld our Chi'honar ceremony. Things weren't going well, but we couldn't help but be fascinated with one another. When we managed a conversation or two with some of their best and brightest, it was always engrossing. Infact, a complete conversation between the two of us was such a special occasion it would be recorded, broadcasted and studied into oblivion. We needed the Humans, and they needed us, and we were both determined to find a way to make it work.

Then Rosetta was created. Ever since first contact the Humans had been working on “Rosetta” as a means of quick, precise translations between the Human and Gonvari tongues. The first iteration was wildly successful, and enabled us to converse like never before. We learned of their laughter, their anger and their passion. We did our best to showcase the brightest of the Gonvari to them, and needless to say, they were impressed.

Yet, there was still a gap between our species. Joint operations, trading, military actions, etc, were going splendidly. But the average Human and the average Gonvari....they knew little of eachother. Despite great leaps in communication technology, Human culture was largely unknown to us. And me as well.

See, I’ve got a bit of a thing for other places and people. Among the Gonvari, there are four main cultures, and all of them I had studied to death. But the humans? There were probably hundreds, maybe even thousands!

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>>32993724
For a young Gonvari such as myself, I had “struck gold” (a neat little saying I picked up from a human trader) when I heard of the existence of “The internet”. Humans have this thing, it's a series of tubes...but it connects all of their computers and allows people to communicate. They call it “The Internet”. It could be used to display content, speak with someone else, and even better, a research tool. I dug in as best I could, but my orbital station was in poor signal range to the closest area of human internet access. None the less, I waited patiently for page after page to load.

Many months passed of this. I isolated myself quite frequently, seldom sneaking from my chambers to somewhere else on the station. Food was abundant on the station yet I hardly ate. I became withdrawn from my fellow ship mates. I shirked my duties, finding no need for them. The things I was reading about and hearing about were far too interesting. Did you know humans kept lesser beings as pets? You see there are these animals called “cats”, and they are simply adorable. I find one of them (a rather long fellow) to be absolutely hilarious. Nobody understands when I tell them (in broken human tongue) “LONG CAT IS LONG”, and why I laugh. It is a mystery even to myself.

There are many humans on the site I frequent, all actively engaging in conversation. It is difficult to keep up with them, they speak so fast about things I don't understand. They talk of wild creatures called “niggers”, and often compare one another to said creatures. I struggled to find credible sources of information about “niggers”, aside from the fellows I observed. I wanted to participate many times, but I withheld. Should I have made any attempt, I would be a “faggot”, a fate (as I gather) one can only dread.

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>>32993736
Humans are interesting bunch. Many of them possess...uh....strange genitalia. My prior research had told me there were two sexes: Male and female. The males possessed inseminating instruments (penis's) and females were to receive the males seed in a receptacle (a vagina). Yet I was exposed to depictions of females possessing inseminating instruments, and vice versa! It was confusing and slightly arousing. The fellows on this site were far more informed than any scholar I had met, and would often, in great detail, discuss these things and post more evidence of their existence.

Time wore on, as did my desire to learn. Leaving my chambers was no longer an option. Food was brought to me by the ship hand, and I made use of whatever containers I had at my reach to dispose of bodily waste. Oh what a feeling it was to be in love! There are humans who are young, with great big eyes and oddly shaped faces. They are called “waifu's”, and are treasured among the human race for their beauty and purity. Their hair would twist and turn and go every which way imaginable, with all sorts of colors. I fell in love with a human, though I dare not speak her name here. My friends I cannot even describe the anger I felt when one of my human friends insinuated my waifu was waste. One day I will travel to earth, and I shall court with my waifu, and I shall learn that she is NOT WASTE.

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>>32993759
Still, I had to know more. I needed to know more. My Human had progressed to the point of what I thought a native would sound like. I spent the hours I had not observing and speaking with my waifu, consuming human media. There are great animals on earth, metal ones with faces that used to persecute their people until they were saved by “bro”. There are humans with incurable illnesses, humans who roll stones to determine the fate of imaginary humans, there are humans of all shapes and sizes and kinds. One human is frequently brought up on the site I use. He is meant to be an omen of the years. I wish to meet him one day as well (perhaps he is a religious icon?)

Yet for all the time I had spent observing the humans, I had missed one vital component of knowledge, that would cap off my human expertise. I needed to speak with one.

For the first time ever, I tried speaking with one. I mangled out a short word in human on my Gonvari keyboard and found a suitable spot to dive in. The Humans were discussing a group of long-nosed beasts called “jews”. They spoke of how time and time again the “jew” would undermine the noble humans for his own cause. It infuriated me to no end. How I hated the “jew”. I learned of a great man who once attempted to save the human race. Yet his actions were misjudged, and on the great fields of war, he was defeated. I felt anger I should not have felt.

But it was in this thread I first spoke my words to another human, the log is as follows:

Anonymous 4 minutes ago No.55075730
helo

Anonymous 6 minutes ago No.55076393
>55075730 (OP)
Learn to type faggot

Anonymous 2 minutes ago No. 55077520
yu ar fagot

Anonymous 1 minute ago No. 55077602
>Implying you're not a dick smoking faggot.

Anonymous 1 minute ago No 55077701
>yu ar fagot
Are you drunk or something?


Success.

>>32988999
> These developments were lightyears beyond anything any other species had at its disposal.
That sentence feels wrong somehow. Wouldn't lightyears ahead fit better?

>>32993774
I giggled at the very end.

>>32995800
ah, yes, 'ahead' is the word I was looking for but I couldn't think of it

>>32989773
They will as soon as word gets out, and the dragons and humans already have, so to speak

Hey /tg/, give me some idea on roleplaying an american scout from the 60's lost on a John Carter mars-like planet

>>32986866
I eagerly await the results

>>32997067
Roleplay an American scout from the 60's lost on a John Carter mars-like planet.

oh, and before I forget...
>Well, ideally with actual resources and backing the humans and dragons can snatch a few more worlds with better ships, and the galaxy recognizes the symbiotic relationship. An exploration of what dragons are to humans and how the space dragons compare/contrast would be cool too.
Many thanks to the anon who said this, it got me going again. Sorry I couldn't thank you when it was posted, fucking capcha.

>>32997092
Gee thanks mate, that was mindblowing

We came across humanity shortly after our first incursions into the great black with our newly developed jump drive. We were eager for a first contact with something other then us. We new there were risks, we could run into horrors or wonders but it was our decision to push forward, we never backed down. We are explorers. Then we found them, or what was left. A blue marble orbiting a sun that once held life. Its surface was covered in the ruins of massive, pristine cities, but were completely empty as though everyone vanished moments before our first contact team's arrival. We found more evidence of them everywhere we looked. They must have touched every star in their sky and left something behind as proof. Had they been to our world? We looked in our space and found nothing. We were the one place they had missed. Why? We figured out their historical archives and learned their language. We found a people remarkably like us in temperament. They had their violent moments and shameful acts but they grew up and expanded into the black like we are doing now. They went looking for others but found none. They thought themselves alone. Hundreds of years later they vanished. So where did they go? Will they be coming back? Perhaps one day we will find out.

>>32988999
In the end, we decided to treat these new drives as a trade secret and not sell them to anyone, at least until someone else developed them independently. They were a huge advantage, and also, well... I won't deny that there was a certain amount of vindictive delight in being in the position to get a little back from those who cheated us for over a millennium.

We mostly avoided the temptation to make them pay through the nose, though we might have added on a few unnecessary surcharges for species that had been particularly unpleasant to us in the past.

The humans were mumbling about the incalculable military advantages, but we put our foot down. Conquering a well-entrenched race while their friends are trying to beat you to a pulp is a losing proposition, no matter how many bells and whistles you attach to your ships. On the other hand, if you can offer them something they truly want, you can get all the benefits of having a vassal with none of the problems.

Planets with breathable atmosphere and water are exponentially rarer than barren rocks, and if someone could turn those barren rocks into habitable worlds in a fraction of the time it took any other race... the prices such a service could command are very nearly infinite.

And that wasn't even touching on what it would mean for interstellar travel and shipping.

The possibilities were intoxicating to consider.

>cont

>>32997960
Our fellow sapient races were quite thoroughly screwed, much to our poorly-hidden delight. They could either terraform their planets the traditional way and wait twenty to fifty years, plus the same again for seeding flora and fauna, or they could pay us half the cost and get a livable planet in half the time, even with the time spent seeding the planet with life. Anyone who had two braincells to rub together came to us, no matter how little they liked us.

We had the rest of the universe by the balls and it felt SO good. Especially for old-timers like me, who remembered a time when we weren't friends with anyone because everyone only saw us as freaks of nature, and only our usefulness as a race duped into paid slavery kept them from killing us all out of sheer reactionary disgust.

I took another healthy gulp of my drink, hoping the pins and needles would distract me from the dark turn my thoughts had taken. When had I turned into a reminiscing old geezer?

But then, doesn't everyone turn into a reminiscing old geezer eventually?

I finished my drink and paid my tab. It was going to be another long day tomorrow, the Temire had approached the newly-formed Terraforming Requisition Board about a contract for the terraforming of no fewer than ten planets, and given their (relatively) extreme politeness toward us in the past and the fact that they are desperately overcrowded and poor to boot, we might just give them a break.

I have to say, the rest of my life looked like it was going to be FUN.

>fin

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>>32998367
Awesome work VC

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>>32998367
Youve done gods work.

>>32998367
Thank you for finishing this

Hfy threads have had a lot of OC lately, this is good

>>32998579
feels good to have it finished

>>32990392
I really SUCK at writing battles, so I was going to avoid it. I started the story because it felt like there wasn't enough HFY that focused on non-violent aspects

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>>32999101
And you did it well. Good work VC, good work.

>>32999101
Thats the best kind of HFY

>>32998367
Thank you VC. Really enjoyed your story. Hope to see more from you in the future.

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>>32999101
>wasn't enough HFY that focused on non-violent aspects
and from that you created a new crown jool of HFY and have probably set a new bar. I have to admit i would LOVE to see this setting fleshed out more with more stories one day.

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Also, going to request someone cap VC's story as I'm too lazy to do so myself. Also, will post a few HFY caps in return.

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>>32999975

>>32993525
That was nice.

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>>32999988

>>32999975
ive capped evry story in this tread.but its all in raw dropbox screenshots just like about 50 other threads i have in there.an archive in its own right that just need to be cleaned up.if i could be fucked to do it.

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>>33000011

I fucking hate how HFY is always either about Humanity possessing some ultra-special thing that makes them badasses, or interpreting violence for power and making Humanity being the galactic monsters some sort prideful point.

Why can't we... Oh I don't know, have stories where Humanity is different, yet similar to the other races? Like, both sides get celebrating their homeworld's equinoxes, and understand the purpose behind oxygen and honor and all that, but aliens always cringe when they see Humans drinking carbonated beverages (caffeine is so terribly toxic) or gotta leave the room when they open a pack of cigarettes (that's a neurotoxin you fucks.)

Likewise, aliens can drink antifreeze no problem, or can talk *and* eat at the same time, which leads to amusing dinner conversations that causes the aliens to freak out yet again because humans can burp, which is weird as fuck.

>>33000101
Why don't you write that, then?

>>33000238

Because I can't write worth shit.

>>32999101
I'm glad to see that, but it's the kind of thing one immediately starts worrying about when they hear about any device with the ability to tear apart a planet.

>>32999988
I think this is perhaps the best HFY I've ever seen posted on this board.

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>>33000280

>>32993774
like it

>>33000280
Try it you giant faggot, or else they'll just be doing their own things

>>32993774
>that log
I love it.

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>>32993759
>They are called “waifu's”, and are treasured among the human race for their beauty and purity.

>>32999999
>>33000000
>>33000001

These stories always get my inner dick so rock fucking hard.
Mental fucking boners.

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Here are screen caps of VC's SPACE DRAGONs. Edited the first one to remove the twilight fart joke bit.

>>33000977
Thanks, dude.

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This wait time between post is killer.

>>33000985
No problem.

>>32965398
Sooo, we were gods because we developed squeezable sandwiches?
Okay.

Is this the closest thing today to writefag Wednesday?

>>32965440
The story in that pic is retarded. How would an explosion on Earth fling the moon anywhere?

>>33001062
> humans are computer ghosts
i came

>>33001194
>not sure if retarded or really not knowing how the moon got there

Today I will write something.

>>32999960
I'm not going to say yes or no for fear of jinxing it, but I hope so too

>>33001384
aw shit son
story time

>>33000358
there's a version of the Geneva Convention in place that will utterly crush anyone who dares

>>33001492
conventions rely on no one having a particular advantage
everyone just agrees to X, due to mutually assured destruction

ftl without mass poximity limit in only the hands of a hostile group makes convention just words

good thing that group isn't hostile in this instance

I have two ideas for HFYs, I should get around to actually writing them.
The premise of the first is that the humans were the first sapient species ever. Disgruntled by the fact that all their sci fi fantasies ever were null and void, they proceeded to seed the universe with sapient life and fake "ancient ruins", fake their disappearance, and a few thousand years later, use the galaxy as a playground. And nobody knows. The story would be written from the viewpoint of a scientist vaguely suspecting something's up.
The second one is simpler: magic is real, humans are crazy good at it, so the galactic community placed the whole solar system in an anti-magic field around the end of antiquity. Humans reach the stars despite it, the aliens shit their pants.

>>33001634
no matter how good you are, fighting a war on twenty fronts is a bad idea, remember, the other races don't like them very much and would love an excuse to pound them all into a paste.

I think I'm going to have to fill out the setting a little more with different POVs

>>33001670
That first one sounds cool as fuck

Written by Anon for /tg/

So we spent three no, four days under continuous human shelling and- Shelling? That's what they do when they hurl big exploding metal balls at you from a long distance.

Look, it's a lot like a low orbit strike only they fire from the ground and it's never direct. I suppose that's the worst part of it. Shelling is bad because there is a good chance they'll miss, and they don't quit, even if you've been blown to pieces. Why? Because they don't know if they've hit you or not!

Let me finish. When we hit someone with a low orbit strike, those fucker are getting glassed 99% of the time. But with human artillery? It's probably a 10-15% chance they'll find their target.

Primitive? Don't give me that. I mean, yeah, nothing beats a good plasma cutter or orbital strike, but I'm convinced those things are less about decimating the target and more about instilling fear in them.

Let me put it this way: Your transport goes down over...oh I don't know, a dessert, which is basically flatland only they're hot all of the time and the ground will sink if you stand too long. Three groups of humans move to engage you. They're slinging metal at you from behind rocks, small buildings, whatever, and you're slamming plasma bolts into their chests as fast as your targeting computer will let you. Then all of the sudden they stop. They maybe plunk one more time at your position but they run away. Now, you've got some wounded so you can't peruse, and a friendly pick up wont be here until a couple days due to the lunar blockade so you're basically stranded on a burning rock.

>>33001722
It's all silent, and by the spirit it's hot, but you keep at the ready because you know they'll be back when their star sets. You maybe start to doze off a bit, scavenge around the ship for some food or liquids, when you hear a whistling sound. It starts off very faint but grows into a painful shriek, and then you see the guy in front of you having his meal spontaneously combust, and he takes half of the ground near you with him. You're stunned for a moment, until you hear the same whistle. And then it finally clicks that you need to run.

It feels like you're walking on a volcano. Any surface could pop at any minute, and there's no way of telling how hard they're going to hit or where. You can only listen to them shrieking across the dessert until they take out your brood mate in the blink of an eye. That's why I ran as hard as I did, only there isn't nowhere to run you see? Desserts are big and empty, there's nothing there aside from rocks. So I stayed under a rock for three days, watching the ground in front of me pop up and hiss and instantly glass itself. I saw my guys screaming for help and running. Maybe he took a bit of metal to the leg and couldn't move? Maybe he had his whole leg blown off, and he wants you to give him his passing rites. Do you wanna risk getting hit out there to get this guy? Any honorable warrior ought to say yes, but after six hours of continuous bombardment and listening to this guy screaming in agony, it's more honorable to just shoot him and be done with it. So that's what I did.

>>33001670
>>33001686
the second one sounds cool as fuck

>>33001754
What's the longest you've gone without sleeping? 10, maybe 12 hours? Humans need to sleep once every 24 hours, and they can subvert that through sheer will power or chemicals. You know how it is when we don't sleep. We get a little....crazy, we get anxious and agitated. We start to not act ourselves. You ever not slept for three human days straight? That's the equivalent of 72 waking hours. 72 hours of listening to huge rounds of metal slam into our downed carrier and shred off the armor we thought was impervious to their primitive arms.

72 hours of listening to screams and cries of people who couldn't get under the rock in time. They didn't stop, I swear on the spirit, they didn't stop until they were sure we were ready to surrender. Depriving a Molrin of sleep is a good way to induce that certain mental state, I'll tell you that much. It felt like the whole universe was collapsing each time a round would go off near the rock. A wave of heat would wash over us all and we'd all look at each other, trapped in our own delusions, mouths open wide in fear and confusion and wonder: Is this real? I watched two guys wander out there in between volleys because they thought they were back on Travlon. They both went up at the same time and that was the last I ever saw of them.

By the time the humans came back again, our landing site was utterly decimated, and we were more than willing to throw ourselves at them in surrender. So they picked us up, tied us all up, and threw us in the back of their vehicles and trucked us into town. We finally got to see human artillery weapons, and let me tell you, they are ugly. They look exactly like how they sound and what they do. Metal mechanisms that cross everywhere, heat pouring off the barrel and sand gouges deep in the armor. I still have dreams about them.

All I can say is: Thank the spirit they're on our side now.

>>33001686
>>33001670
They both sound great. That second one could easily lead into a great little science == magic portion where we achieved functional magic within antimagic fields making us the only ones who are always packing heat.

>>33001791
Magic in the second one is what we call "dark energy" or "dark matter". The missing piece of the puzzle we can't quite grasp. We can't manipulate magic per se because there isn't any around. But we still manage to make pseudo-magic tech without actual magic. Including slow, costly, primitive FTL. And when we get out? Oooooh boy. Humans being the greatest wizards in the galaxy AND having learned to not rely on it is utterly terrifying.
Outside of actual war, I'd like to write some bits about humans discovering that they're wizards, in space. That ought to be fun.

>>33001886
Oooh boy.

All of our "this could work only if we had a reliably cheap energy source" technologies finally are doable. Suddenly, jetpack everywhere while everyone else is using magic. Add a fatigue constraint to magic use and our machinery with no magic fatigue makes us unstoppable.

I really want to read that magic one.

>>33001670
the second one reminds me of Alan Dean Foster's 'With Friends Like These...'

>>33001977
space dragons
space wizards
what's next space liches?
space dungeons?
space kobolds?
space goblins?

>>33001773
you've got some strange typos in there

>>33002067
space dungeons = ancient precursor ruins

>>33002067
Space Kobolds are basically any space lizards, right?

>>32968615
Because people have no taste?

>>33002107
I've planned those space dungeons in the first idea...

>>32993443
>>32993460
Storytime is always yes.
>do it faggot

>>33002067
>what's next space liches?
Welp. Time to make space liches happen.

So, black hole time distortion makes a single crew of a human ship survive past the extinction of the human race. A dashing adventure leads the crew to human dungeons/ruins where a DNA scan admits them. The ruin/dungeon is a last chance humanity restoration facility using cloning humanity is restored.

The rest of the xenos are terrified because they fought a bloody war of attrition to kill the humans who were essentially humanoid tyranids. The revival facility is the phylactery.

>>33002161
So...would Warhammer 40K count? I mean the God Emperor seems to fit the bill, at least to me it does.

Thank god I have a spell checker. I can't count the times I've misspelled "satellite" while writing this.

Are there any hfy like http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berserker_%28Saberhagen%29 ? I know there's one story where, from an alien point of view, we end up fighting some kind of borg that is capable of perfect logic but then we kick the shit out of it and it's our slave due to its own logic or whatever. Can anyone post that?
However I'm more looking for any story that doesn't have an "ending", ie hurr we beat that entire race, but rather that we won a battle or something.
Kind of tired of 90% of the stories ending up either as humanity is totally fucked or humanity totally fucked them.

>>33002188
Ah I was going to make humanity into the space liches instead of a singular lich. But yeah I guess Emps is a space undead. He still isn't back yet though and is more in a limbo between life and death than being revived. Space vampire would be a better fit for him.

>>33002161
The guy running the simulation and accidentally resurecting humans count then, right?

>>33002240
Yeah I guess it would, but just logically there would be no reason why the simulation engine would be hooked up to the cloning bay. A computer virus could render the ship vulnerable to having hostile creatures just being clone in to their ship.

The clone wouldn't even need to be sentient. Oozes and slimes for days until the entire ship is one big slime within a metal shell.

>>33002296
It also wouldn't make sense for a simulation engine to be entirely disconnected from a ship's global network

>>33001062
Deconstruction of Falling Stars (Babylon 5 S4 season finale) did it first.

>>33002296
why would you even want weak physical bodies to the superior hologram body
it has innate shape-shifting and undamageability

>>33002339
because a hologram require a projector you silly silly man. It's also unable to manipulate objects.

>>33002447
>the doctor not who
> in voyager
>the most overpowered compute sentient in federation
>encyclopedic knowledge of subjects he has accessed
> actual computer simulation of hologram engineer and not just positronic nural network like data
>has mobile projector
>can manipulate objects using hard light
>can jump into computers
>can posses cyborgs
>can shapshift at will
>gets married to several biologics over show
>immortal
>duplicate-able
>is played by god tier actor
>the only fucking reason to watch voyager

hologram is best lichdom

>>33002646
also known as
EMH: emergency medical hologram

H- here I go!

Most races throughout the stars are discovered on their home planet. Their discoveries usually take place in a mid-industrial stage, immediately after electromagnetic broadcast becomes common. The discovery of humanity was peculiar for two main reasons: firstly, they were discovered in a slightly later stage of development, as they were already in the earliest stages of planetary unification. Second, they were not discovered on their home planet, or even through colonies in their solar system. Humanity was discovered in deep space near a primordial nebula when a broken-down, unexpected space probe slammed into the hull of a Prom research vessel.

Urgent radio communications were sent back to the colony they had been sent from. As the ship was ferried back for repairs, the debris of the collision was analyzed. It was, in fact, a spacecraft; a vulgar, primitive one, but it showed signs of intelligent design. Curiously, there was a small, golden plaque, covered in a set of symbols as messy as they were ordered. Once the researchers realized this, they feverishly went to work. Precise calculations were made, based off of the momentum of the satellite on impact and a detailed knowledge of local star systems, and the originators of the plaque had provided a helpful map as to the origin of the craft. They did not need to. Once the Prom entered the solar system, they were hit with a deluge of low-frequency waves, and quickly found the source: a rocky planet with a thin atmosphere and an abundance of water.

>>33002827
The Prom were first astonished by the sheer volume of transmissions that their sensors received, but as they approached Earth, they were astonished by something else: the mess that was their upper atmosphere. They were on the brink of becoming a spacefaring race all by themselves; they had flirted with the idea of colonizing their moon, and had very recently sent live research teams to a nearby planet. On the path to becoming such, they had accidentally scattered tons of debris throughout their orbit. Their orbit was so cluttered that the Prom were forced to orbit their moon, rather than the planet itself. The humans had installed a remarkably robust communications system in their own atmosphere, which was unheard of for a race so early in its development. Fortunately, in addition to a challenge, this offered the Prom a unique opportunity: they could tap directly into their communications systems, which made their job, of deciphering the human communications, dramatically easier.

Their third astonishment came from what the humans thought about aliens. They had flirted with the idea that aliens existed, but having not had any contact, speculation ran wild. There were stories of aliens fighting the humans, fighting with the humans, neglecting the humans, creating the humans, destroying the humans, even reproducing with the humans, an act apparently considered quite obscene. Unfortunately, the overwhelming depiction of an unknown alien race visiting their planet was hostile and threatening. This posed an interesting challenge, first to the researchers studying the planet, then next to the colonists, who intended to prepare Earth for entrance into galactic civilization.

>>32993608
I'm sad this was immediately overshadowed.

>>33002851
Their third astonishment came from what the humans thought about aliens. They had flirted with the idea that aliens existed, but having not had any contact, speculation ran wild. There were stories of aliens fighting the humans, fighting with the humans, neglecting the humans, creating the humans, destroying the humans, even reproducing with the humans, an act apparently considered quite obscene. Unfortunately, the overwhelming depiction of an unknown alien race visiting their planet was hostile and threatening. This posed an interesting challenge, first to the researchers studying the planet, then next to the colonists, who intended to prepare Earth for entrance into galactic civilization.

The colonists, most of which came from the Niktuar civilization, had massive, gaping mouths studded with jagged teeth. They saw through clusters of optical nerves that grew from their skin like festering tumors. They had dozens of miniscule limbs that twitched around when idle. Such a creature could not make first contact. Unfortunately, the Prom fared no better; they were hideous jelly things, the color of snot, who crawled along walls and ceilings, leaving trails of slime and mucus. Neither race being capable of presenting themselves to the humans without fear of widespread panic, which was as far from their goal as possible, they took a third option. The scientists aboard the increasingly numerous ships circling the moon, who began to draw attention from astronomers worldwide, realized that there was only one option: they had to understand cuteness… and fast.

>>33002865
I saw that. Loved, laughed, maybe should have encouraged him.

>>33002878
The aliens in lunar orbit were feverishly debated; what should be done about them? Are they friendly, threatening? As the details of the aliens began to leak to the general public, scorching down wires to millions of homes, the aliens finally decided to act. Dozens of wires were hijacked so direct messages could be given to dozens of world leaders, scattered across the globe. Some giggled at the figures on their screens. Others squealed with adoration. Others struggled to take their diplomats seriously. At least one thought it was a prank, or an act of terrorism. Regardless, the alien message got through: let the world see us, and decide for themselves. Plans were urgently drawn up, and announcements were made. People across the world were astonished, but there were no riots, no disasters, no panics. They had succeeded in their mission: first contact had been made.

So that's all I have. Might do more maybe if people don't hate what I have so far.

>>33001001
Ack, I mean that you mixed up the order of >>32985037 and >>32985848

>>33003425
I'll redo it tonight/later.

>>33002918
>giggles or squealed in delight
>at cute snot monsters
>cute

did i miss something?

>>33003994
Yes, although that's probably my fault.

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>>33002240
This one

>>33004030
so how did they make themselves cute?
handmade crochet puppets with googly eyes of humans and prom acting out friendly first contact?

>>33004135
I was going to save the details for the next part.

>>33004179
They didn't contact with either of the described species, which is what I failed to clearly convey. Sorry about that.

>>33004204
It's got a lot of promise, just needs a touch of revision

>>33004179
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNhD7OtgBI8&feature=player_detailpage&list=PL8BC075BA3A6D336D#t=6

everyone loves puppets

>>32965398
HFY is and has always been pointless because in outer space the use of tools such as the starship would be even more important on earth, and further reduce advantages naturally evolving species might have.

Also genetic engineering would make all species biologically perfect anyway.

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>>33004351
>Also genetic engineering would make all species biologically perfect anyway.
You should do some research into that sort of thing. Turns out that genetic engineering is a mess and it's nearly impossible to get an improvement without some kind of tradeoff.

>>33004351
>perfect
pay tell please describe

>>33001722
>>33001754
Is desert deliberately misspelled there? If it is, then you've got the "I kinda know what I'm talking about, but I'm still new to the subject" thing going on.

>>33004351
the social and psychological traits of any species would have a very strong influence on the design of the ships involved. Whether a species values stealth, speed, range, firepower or defense would mean that each one would have strengths and weaknesses.

Not to mention that one's physical form influences and is influenced by one's psychology. We're tenacious runners (note the fact that, relative to our bodies, our legs are absurdly long and muscled compared to other animals), so we would probably emphasize mobility and try to make things that don't require constant maintenance so our machines could run as long as we can. Something like a turtle would probably focus on heavy armor and camouflage.

HFY is a way of exploring what advantages we would have when compared to other shapes and minds, while also exploring what these traits would mean for another lifeform.

>>33004735
If our water ships are any indication, we also value specialization, synergy, and either MASSIVE FIREPOWER SPAM or long range 1 shot 1 kill sniping. Sometimes both.

>>33002296
>logically there would be no reason why the simulation engine would be hooked up to the cloning bay
How do you know it wasn't not hooked up? That "we're going to navigate through the code of the ship just to hack a way through to the potential cloning facilities" nuance could be part of how far humans are willing to go to survive.

>>33004860
>code of the ship
Because that's not how stuff is coded in a hardware/software interface level. They wouldn't be able to perceive anything beyond the hardware that was emulating them.

Why are HFY threads never actually about cool things that make us humans badass, instead of shitty stories about aliens who came in contact with humans in some alternate aliens and are all HOLY SHIT AND THE HUMANS CAME AND KILLED EVERYONE BECAUSE THEY ARE THE BEST AND NOBODY CAN DO ANYTHING ABOUT THEM

>>33005016
in some alternate universe, is what I was trying to say

>>33004896
not that guy but no military ship designed in any sane mind would network systems together
it makes it way to easy to hack

individual functions are redundant yes but always separate from other systems
even power distribution can be separated

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>>33004845
>Sometimes both.
You're looking for the word "flexibility" there, anon.

>>33005016

Humans are already badass, we already knew this. Also, Humans are likely to be one of the stronger among spacefaring races because Earth's p. big and has relatively high gravity among planets.

>>33002330
Garibaldi ain't taking any of your shit.

>>33004709
Nah, just shit spelling

You wanna talk about Humans? You do know that they are all dead right? Right. Sure I was one of the last to see one of them alive, if you can even call that thing they became “Alive” anyway, but apart from what I saw, I knew as much about them as you do. As everybody does.

Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to tell you. Just promise you won’t tell this to anyone else. Good. So, the first thing you have to understand was that… humans were never pleased with themselves. That’s why they did what they did. The moment they started uploading themselves into computers, about 50, 60 years ago, we saw that it was a bad idea.

You know what happened to the Kilaws. They did the same thing, then what happened. A single bug and they went haywire, killing everyone. For the Varosians, it was one insane hacker who wanted power. There were a few others too, I am sure, but the point is you can’t short circuit flesh and bone. Nor hack it. That’s why we told them to stop. Galaxy is full of crazy people, giving them a weakness to attack on is just plain stupid.

They didn’t stop, so we did what we had to. The war was fierce, but we eventually won. Greater fire power, greater numbers. They never stood a chance. Humanity was no more.

>>33006306

So that’s why everybody freaks out when, a few decades later, we get an emergency signal coming from a human ship. You probably heard from it, and maybe you can find something if you dig really hard, but the Council was quick to tell everyone that it was just an old automated ship that crashed into an asteroid. Well, if you stop to think about it, it wasn’t a lie.

Anyway. We are sent there to investigate it. Me and three others. It was a not a big ship, but not small either, but the signal was asking for evacuation for just one person, so we thought we could handle it. We were careful, did everything the Command Center told us to. Plotted their course, and found out where it had come from.

A Black Hole. I don’t know how it got there and I don’t want to. You know how those things are. Once you are inside, nothing escapes. Thing is, sometimes they do, and believe me when I tell you that they come back pissed. We went into the ship and found no one. Not a single signal of life. We searched every corner of the goddamn thing. Just one thing was certain: whoever was riding the damn thing was all alone.

Protip.
Write up your stories in word or notepad before posting.
This way you can proofread the entire thing, get spellcheck, and we don't have to wait for your slow-ass typing.
Not pointing at anyone in particular.
*cough*
>>33006306
>>33006609
*cough*

>>33006609

Eventually, we reached the core and damn that thing was ugly. Ship Cores are made to last a few thousand years before destabilizing, but that thing was ready to blow. Never seen anything like it. It was as if the ship itself was screaming for help. Terrifying.

We moved on and after some trouble with the firewalls, we managed to get the ships logs. We noticed two things: first, the date on the last log was marked a few thousand years ahead than it actually was. Not surprising, after all. The gravity on that black hole probably bent time like it was nothing. Second, the logs showed that the last two records were of people coming inside the ship. There was no record of anyone leaving.

Have you ever felt fear boy? I have. That chill at the base of your tail when you realize that you fucked up bad. The cold sweat when you realize you probably just killed your entire crew. I felt that. I was never as scared as I was back there. I was looking at the screen, and I couldn’t look away because I KNEW it would be there, just waiting for me.

Remember how I told you that I was with a crew of three?

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>>33006840
Certainly at not me...

>>33006873

I forced myself to look and to this day, I think it would be best if I hadn’t. I turned around and saw it. At the end of the corridor, the white shape was unmistakable. An android, that’s what they called it. A white ghost that held one of my man with a knife by his neck, while another laid bloodied at the ground, the throat cut.

And it was smiling. I had never seen a smile like that. I don’t know much about humans’ facial expressions, but I know insanity when I see it. That frozen smile was the most terrifying thing I had ever seen. As wide as it’s face could allow, the perfect white teeth showing as if hungry for more blood. It looked me right in the eye and slowly slit my man’s throat.

I couldn’t fucking move. My legs just wouldn’t respond. I thought I was dead. I really thought I would die right then and there, and I couldn’t do shit to stop it. But then, it just ran away. It moved like a blur, without making a sound and without fucking losing that damn smile. My legs finally unfroze and I ran after it, but it was nowhere to be seen.

I ran back to my ship, or at least I tried to. Found that my ship was no longer docked, floating adrift, the seal manually broken from this side. It was then that I realized. I thought that it wanted to escape, but I was wrong. It took me too long to notice that one of my crew members was missing and not dead. Took me long enough that the thing had to send me a message. It chose to do it by throwing his foot, torn off from his body, at the room I was in.

>>33007178

I snapped. If this thing wanted to play, I would fucking play. I hunted that blasted android for three days, without stopping to sleep and barely stopping to eat and drink from my emergency supplies. It moved faster than I could see and I had no doubt it could have killed me any time it wanted. I shot whenever I could, but I doubt I ever hit anything. Every time it stopped, the smile was there. Every time I lost it from sight it would return some time later with a part of its body covered in blood.

First, it was one foot. Then the other. Then a hand. And the other. Legs. Arms. At the end of the third day he appeared completely covered in the stuff. Between his teeth, still showing from his insane grin, was a piece of meat, still dripping, his knife, red from the same liquid that covered the rest of his body.

And then it put its knife on the ground and kicked it to me.

It looked at me with those eyes, shining in the low light, eyes of the purest insanity. It challenged me. It was fucking daring me to attack it. It opened it’s arms and legs as if defenseless, giving himself to me, as if putting himself at my mercy.

Now, looking back, doing what I did was pretty stupid, but after three days without sleeping, I wasn’t really thinking straight. I took the challenge. I threw my gun away, picked the knife from the ground and charged at it, while it just stood there, not moving an inch. I felt the knife tear through his fake skin, and it felt good. I stabbed him again and again and again, spilling his mechanical guts, slashing and cutting and tearing and I wanted more.

Finally, I couldn’t do it anymore. My body was just so tired from the hunt that it simply couldn’t move any longer. Then it began to laugh. It laughed and laughed and it couldn’t stop. The crazy dripping from him in the form of sound, as if everything was nothing but a joke. I don’t quite remember the moment when the laughs stopped being his and became mine.

Eventually, the Council sent another ship and I was rescued. They said that I couldn’t stop laughing when they rescued me. They said I didn’t stop laughing when they interrogated me. They even said I didn’t stop laughing as I killed everyone in the room. I don’t remember any of that.

The thing is, humans were always a little crazy. The android was working fine, everything running as intended. The problem is, that human spent centuries stuck in that ship, all by himself. It wasn’t a bug that broke him. It wasn’t a hacker. It was broken from the start. We all are. It just takes us a long time to realize it. What made him finally snap was just being with himself for too long. That’s what made them so dangerous as they were. That is the reason they ever left Earth in the first place. They couldn’t stand themselves. That thing spent years with the one thing it hated the most. That is why the were so obstinate to change themselves. In the end, it didn’t work. And you know what? That kind of thing rubs off on you.

You start to realize that things are not quite as they should be and if you could just change them a little, you would be fine. A little tweak here, a little tweak there and we could be better. Be just like those we admire. All it takes is a bit of insanity to make it work.

I am better now. Took years of therapy and who knows what else, but I got back from crazyland. And now they say that another signal was found. Another ship, whose path takes back to another black hole. And I must say I am not surprised. I realize now that it was never an accident. They did it on purpose. I always figured that the war against them had been too easy. And now, they are coming back. They are pissed, crazy and with a few thousand years of technological development to help them.

Have no doubt, they will come back. And when they do, it will be with a smile from ear to ear.

Great thread

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>>32984419
I wonder who benefitted from all this, then?

SPACE GOY

>>32993774
This is going into Amusing accidental alien redpill about Archon teritory isn't it?

Plz.

What would alien political parties look like? What would alien values be? Provided they had some kind of democracy rather than a homogenous society with a supreme leader.

>>33001670
That first one is like Necrons without the C'tan

>>33004074
hnghh oh god yes

>>33007742
This is rather good, but don't black holes slow down time? You make it sound as if time was sped up for the humans.

What would an alien society be like if their homeworld had no tree-like plants? We rely on wood for a lot of things like fuel and construction materials, so what would aliens who didn't have access to a material like this be like?

>>33009465
I imagine that they would rely on caves and dug-outs for dwellings in early stages of civilization, leading to a vast underground network of cities.

>>33009429
It would have them seem like time was moving at the same pace as ours, but to them we would be moving slowly. Therefore it seems they are moving fast to us. From their perspective we are moving slower.

>>33002296

That particular HFY was clearly inspired by the ST:TNG episode where a hologram gains control of the Enterprise

>>33010034
Sorry, anon. The relativity effects go the other way as you approach an event horizon. 1 hour subjective is 1 year objective, not vice-versa.

>>33008417
I might consider it. My first draft had him blending in perfectly and saying "GAS THE KIKES RACE WAR NOW" just for shits and gigs you know?

>>33012594
And the humor is supposed to come from his lack of understanding and warped view of human history and culture from 4chan.

>>32986135
>>32980725
I think it's a great irony that it looks like a biohazard warning, considering the accompanying text.

>>33011861
I really like this one.

>>33004074
I want to run a campaign based on this.
But coming up with alien species would be a bitch.

bumpan to hopefully have this thread be here when I wake up, need to save more files!

>>33012303
Am I missing something at the end there?

>>33013556
>>33012303

Yeah, I got that feeling, too. Were they implying that Eldridge just straight up walked through the incineration barrier, or that he planned for that, too?

>>33013594
Curious about this as well.

>>33013594
The only thing that I could think is that the whole thing was a dream sequence or that Eldridge took some delay in turning on the barrier into account that his captors didn't. Also slightly amused that the last name Eldridge is similar sounding to eldritch.

>>33013556
>>33013594
>>33013672
>>33013706
Think the poker reference in the afterword is saying the barrier was a bluff all along, and Eldridge had figured it out but the aliens don't llie.

>So I've been thinking about the "Great Filter" idea and the thought that there's only a single super predator civilization out there. So here we go.

Humanity is, by and large, one of the stupidest species in the galaxy. So stupid and sure of their place in the stars, they broadcast out into the stars proclaiming their existence, so sure that anything out there would have to be benign.

They should have paid more attention to their own ecosystem. On earth one apex predator had risen to the peak and ruled everything else, transforming the environment to better suit itself and to prevent anything else intelligent from rising up. How could they not see that the same thing would happen on the galactic scale? The first intelligent species to rule the galaxy would have absolutely no interest in competitors for resources, and would exert every effort to prevent competition from occuring.

Humanity's brazen stupidity is what got it to the stars on terrible fusion rockets that wrecked their environment even more, making their planet less and less habitable with each massive launch to climb to the stars.

Their stupidity lead to them cracking open asteroids with fission and fussion weaponry to harvest the unirradiated left overs from them, and to hell with the consequences.

It lead humanity to tamper with it's own genome, to risk everything of it's genetic future through cybernetic and genetic manipulation on a scale that their ancestors would never have imagined.

And it was their stupidity that was all that saved them from the First.

The First had a policy of control over the Milkyway that was very simple. Any biosphere capable of producing intelligent life would be monitored closely. If it reached the point of colonizing other planets, it would be exterminated.

>cont.

>>33013840
Any species that got to the point of colonizing anything except it's own satellites was too great a risk at future expansion and competition. Anything that was below that would probably exterminate itself given enough time.

The First saw humanity rise and colonize mars. Once a permanent pressence was established, they launched their exterminators. Automated war drones the size of sky scrapers that would cleanse Sol of all intelligent life.

Humanity unleashed fusion and fision weaponry against them, and in an impossibly fast time, they released relativistic weaponry against the First's extermination fleet. The First were shocked, but not unprepared. Humanity was not special, others had achieved such lengths, though the First had no way to know Humanity had done so, not by lucky, but by simple recklessness in their testing and lack of any sense of danger to themselves or their own habitable systems. After all, what sane intelligent species would test weaponry capable of accelerating a slug to the escape velocity of the galaxy within an AU of their homeworld?

The First launched a manned fleet, not expecting humanity to have reverse engineered their own technology so quickly. Humans couldn't build such devices themselves, but they had learned to use, and to 'hack' them to use any captured device themselves.

The second extermination fleet completely overwhelmed humanity all the same, but for the first time in the long history of the Galaxy, the First had lost a handful of their manned cruisers. Humanity had done the unthinkable. They abandoned their homeworld, and even most of their population on a last ditch effort. They captured, and co-opted 5 First interstellar ships, and fled in different directions. Within a month, they had learned to understand the First's communications, and they began to gather strength. They went from monitored world to monitored world, becoming what they had imagined their own first contact would be.

>cont.

>>33013930
Humanity uplifted species after species. Adding to their own decimated numbers. Building alliances and sharing technologies and philosophies that should have been utterly incompatible as they slowly reverse engineered the First's technology.

It was the work of decades, of centuries. Constantly on the run, leaving behind burnt husks of worlds as the First desperately tried to control the situation. Each time they lost another few ships to capture, even when the original 5 ships had been obliterated, humanity, and it's uplifted allies, had long since transfered to new ships, an ever growing fleet, spreading like a virus across the stars. Soon, the First could not even afford to exterminate the newly rising colonized worlds, as the Human-Uplift alliance grew in strength.

The tipping point came once Humanity and it's allies could fully reverse engineer the FTL systems of the First. And from that point on, they could build their own ships, expand their fleets with more than just boarded and captured First extermination vessels. The First, having ruled the stars of the Milkyway for Eons, found themselves slowly being pushed back on all fronts, as more and more species joined together in the Alliance. In less than a century, after nearly a thousand years running, Humanity began their first real offense against the First, and shattered their fleets under the weight of numbers and righteous fury at those who would deny them their place in the stars.

Now, humanity resides on earth once again. It's surface is undergoing slow terraforming, the descendents of the plants and clones of animals that were salvaged from earth being used to reseed it once more. It would be alien, all the same, to anyone of our day and age, but Earth lives again, and the Great Filter of the First has been shattered for all time.

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>>32993774
the ending is different

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>>33001670
write them, these are great.
The second one could very easily tie in Clarke's Third Law, also.

>>33001886
I've been kicking around a setting idea where dark energy=mana for a couple months now. Strange coincidences

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Another story where humanity are basically computer ghosts

Virtually most of these HFY stories have humanity defeating aliens.

Why doesn't anyone ever make a HFY story about humanity prevailing against lovecraftian horrors?

Like a deep one invasion being put down or Cthulhu awakening and Humanity hitting him hard enough that he either dies or goes "Fuck this gay earth" and leaves?

OC MODE ENGAGED.

Humanity in general tend to make the Senate a bit paranoid, that's true. You see, back when they were discovered, during what they call "the antiquity", the higher-ups were startled by their magic. All sentient species and a lot of non-sentient ones have magic powers, to some extent. But for most of them it's limited psychokinesis, telepathy, the odd pyrokinesis etc...

Now I say "limited" in comparison to humans, because these guys are crazy powerful. So, when the fleet observed those primitives, they witnessed things like cleaving a fucking ocean in half to clear a path for his fellows, invoking fire tornadoes, controlling weather on a continental scale, or even raising the dead. Yes, I know that modern technology can resurrect the recently dead with mnemonic imprints or whatever, but we're speaking about stage one point two primitives there. The most powerful of them were gods for the rest of their species, and high-level threat for our government.

And so they decided to do something about it. Motion was put to vote, and as you know the "enclose their whole system with an antimagic field" won, with "kill it with fire" shortly behind. Rumor has it that what tipped the vote was a couple of senators being afraid that the humans might somehow survive an extermination order and seek revenge, but that was thousands of years ago so nobody can confirm that.

Long story short, the field is in place -biggest antimagic field in the history of the galaxy. People are sent there to monitor the humans, who end up filing the magical powers of their past into the "myth and legends" category.
They appear to make negligible technological progress in the following centuries, so we kind of forgot about them. Without magitech they're stuck in stage one anyway, unable to leave their planet.
In the end, there's only one guy left, looking after the bots keeping the field working.

>(cont)

>>33017031
What's the difference between that and defeating aliens? If Cthulhu is beatable, even capable of being annoyed by us, he becomes just a particularly powerful alien.

>>33017081

And then it happens. Around ten years ago some faint FTL signatures are detected in a solar system close to the human homeworld. The region being basically empty wilderness, they're ignored. Nobody has the time to deal the with small-scale illegal mining we thought it was. But it grew. Soon we had no choice but to admit that somebody was setting up a colony there.

We investigated, and found humans thriving. They managed to reach stage three -FTL tech- without magic. Slow, inefficient, primitive FTL that a broke Gr'ulok wouldn't want for free, but FTL nonetheless.
Jaws hit the Senate's floor hard when the news reached it, let me tell you.

Even early in stage two, humanity had a hunch that magic was a thing. They called it "dark matter", "dark energy". The missing piece of the puzzle of the universe. They tried to capture it for decades, without results obviously. But now they were outside of the antimagic field, and magic was everywhere. They were rediscovering their long-lost powers, slowly.
While the senate was locked in debates (don't forget that there was other things it had to take care of as well, the Kelfas mineral crisis was in full blow back then, remember), humans figured that something was blocking "dark energy" from entering their home system. Quickly enough they figured out that "something" was "someone", and sure enough, they found the field projectors. And captured the technician.

What followed was the most tense first contact between a species and the galactic community since the introduction of the Vrral, and those were warlike hiveminders who had spread to fifteen system and suffered a century of slaver raids before the senate stepped in.

>cont

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>>33017118

Thanks to the hostage situation, amongst other things, humanity secured a far better deal than most species, including a boatload of tech, entire libraries worth of scientific knowledge over magic, thirty lightyears of expansion space (most species are happy if they got fifteen, though the isolated location meant it wasn't as valuable politically speaking), and of course the deactivation of the antimagic field.

Said deactivation is a story of itself, you don't just turn off a system-wide antimagic field that was running for millenias and expect nothing to happen. I wish there was recordings of the humans' leadership face when their fourth planet -Mars, is it?- sprung back to life in a matter of weeks. I have one of the senate when they learned that the planet terraformed itself for free. Priceless.

And thus humanity integrated itself into the galaxy. With more or less success. The first time a human walked into a bar in the fringe made the front page. Guy was bullied by Terlans. He pulled his gun, so Terlans disarmed him with telekinesis, making a grave mistake: reminding the human that magic was a thing. Resulting fireball killed five people, injured thirteen more, and melted §200.000 worth of furniture in the bar, street, and the building on the other side of the street. Humans quickly and strictly forbade "magic duels". We had no such law, and soon learned the errors of our ways when a fight between a human crimelord and a human bounty hunter leveled a city block on Vecal five.

Despite all of this, someone was stupid enough to declare war on them. I don't care if you have the best military this side of Nebula 331, taking on people who have both the best nonmagical tech of the entire fucking galaxy and individual magic abilities powerful enough to make the lack of proper magitech void is just plain suicide.

>cont

>>33017097

But wouldn't the story be more HFY if it was about humanity overcoming their fears and winning against things that should be unbeatable.

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>>33017138

Three separate survivors swore they saw the souls of their comrades being sucked out, stories of impenetrable darkness and undead were common, and a destroyer was taken out by a planetside projectile which, after inspection, turned out to be a tank.
Facing magically superior foes, the Gturres deployed antimagic en masse. Humans retaliated by doing the same.
Sadly, it only meant that the humans had to return to "conventional" fighting, and lost an advantage they never relied on anyway, while their opponents were all but crippled.
The most notable effect of this was on the spaceships: humans had nonmagic FTL backups, not the Gturres. The fight between a navy locked at sublight speed and a navy that wasn't went about as well as you'd expect for the first.

But here am I, making humans sound like horrifying monsters of death and destruction. They're not like that -not all of them anyway. For each human frying innocents by accident or sadism, there is two using their powers for the good of all.
Humans can be an antigrav crane, a firefighting corvette, and a rescue ship all at once, in a package barely half your size, and more often than not completely free. It's sad that the media and people in general remember the incidents involving lightning storms and soul-tearing living concrete, but not, say, the Tenmashi crash, where three human bystanders saved ten thousand lifes by diverting the course of a crashing spaceship.

All in all, I think we are better off with the humans than without. And no, I'm not saying that because I married one.
Not entirely anyway.

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>>32976806
This shit right here? This is now my icon wherever I go.

>>32976806
>>33017262

Also, if I jacked this for a game I'm making and cited my source to whoever this awesome anon is? Think there'd be any hard feelings? If so I'd love to track down the Anon who uses it.

>>33017140
Aye, but is it really Lovecraft anymore? Take away Cthulhu's impossibly immense power and sanity damage, and it's naught but another alien.

Only way I can see to have both is to have humanity BE the horrors from beyond the stars, which removes Cthulhu, or have aliens that look like Cthulhu and it's Star Spawn, but beatable. And the latter isn't really any different than any other Aliens v Humanity HFY.

>>33017275
nvm, found the original source and I'm messaging the creator.

Well, it turns out that there are too many holes in the Dragon story, so as an author I'm obligated to fill them.

Somehow I have the feeling that this is going to end up being several dozen pages by the time I'm happy with it.

>>33018866
Good.

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>>33019001
Good man