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Humans are space orcs - Attraction

Just something silly I felt like slapping together, since I haven't been able to write for a while. I'm slowly expanding Shogu's crew, and I hope you'll come to like the new characters as much as I do. Please enjoy!

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Humans are a strange, complicated species, and all of its social structures, nuances and intricacies were incredibly difficult to document and sort out accurately in the short timespan that Gat had spent aboard the human military vessel, Cerberus. The fact that he wasn't a scientist and had no prior experience with carrying out or setting up social experiments didn't help, either. Still, he did his best and tried to accumulate enough notes and observations as he could, hoping they'd prove helpful to other species that came into contact with humans. In fact, he's started up a small chat hub over the intergalactic communications network where he and a handful other non-human individuals shared their experiences and observations with each other. It was an immensely interesting opportunity, and it was fascinating to see how differently or similarly different groups of humans acted in certain situations.

One thing the vast majority of humans seemed to have in common was their incredibly strong instinct to pack-bond with nearly everything that didn't outright try to kill them. None of the aliens in the chat group had had any issues whatsoever with being accepted into the group. In fact, most humans had seemed eager to have them on board.

Another thing was their insatiable curiosity, which in one instance had nearly gotten a human crewmember killed on board of a transport ship when they found an unlabeled button and, instead of asking someone what it did, they'd pressed it. Turned out it was for unlocking a cargo latch, and the suddenly loosened cargo had nearly crushed them. Humans were truly reckless creatures, though it probably wasn't all that unexpected when they seemed to be nearly indestructible. Either way, all of the aliens could agree that being on a human ship was an incredibly stressful experience.

Today, however, they'd stumbled into a different subject than usual. It had started with one of them mentioning seeing a woman on their ship painting her face in bold colours and soft shades, visually altering her looks in a way that, after some observation, seemed to attract attention from other humans. More so than usual, and especially from humans they were not already familiar with. The effect was even more obvious if the human also changed clothes into something that revealed more skin than usual. Indeed, once the little chat group started to discuss it, they realized that they'd all seen "their" humans do it too. These preening rituals seemed to differ a bit between males and females, though, even if there seemed to be cases where they overlapped.

Men seemed to spend a lot of time trimming their facial hair and dress in a way that complimented their broad shoulders, playing up the look of strength. Both sexes seemed to take a lot of time for general hair care, and while women generally made more of an effort, both also seemed to take skincare rather seriously. Most of the time, at least.

Gat had personally seen several of the crewmembers put some extra time and work into their looks before they docked somewhere, and even more so if they were expected to be given extended shore leave. The general consensus in the group was that it all must be part of a mating ritual to find a suitable partner, but sometimes that didn't seem to be the only reason. Gat had observed a crewmember paint her face like females often did, but when he'd asked who she wanted to be pretty for, she'd laughed and said "it's just for me". Gat couldn't understand the logic in that, and neither could his group chat companions. If it were a mating ritual, surely it would be pointless to do it on your own with no potential partners around. Additionally, the group had discovered that it differed vastly what humans found attractive in each other. No matter what a human looked like, another human would undoubtedly be attracted to them. Human mating rituals made no sense.

Interestingly enough, earlier that day he'd seen a very curious example of both preening and the effect it had, when he had been down in Engineering to double-check some calibrations.

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He'd been off to the side from the main team of engineers and technicians, who'd all seemed rather busy this day; even more so than usual. Initially he hadn't known why, but eventually it became clear that they were preparing for an inspection.

It was a regular thing, but today was a bit different. Usually the Captain left this task to First Lieutenant Weber, but today he'd be there as well. The crew had a generally more relaxed report with the First Lieutenant, and the inspections were usually, while thorough, rather casual in nature. However, the Captain was different. He was not as easygoing as Weber, and he had a tendency to look very intimidating when he scrutinized something. Even outside of his own crew he was known to be a serious man who put his work above almost everything else, so jokes and familiarity wouldn't impress him as much as a job well done, and being scolded by him was not a fun option. He rarely got loud when he told someone off, but he was obcenely good at sounding and looking like a disappointed parent, and that was just a whole other level of uncomfortable.

The Chief Technician, a tiny dark-skinned woman with the name R. Connors embroidered on her chest, went through her final checklists a third time as she nervously leered over at her watch. She adjusted her glasses. They had about five minutes left until the inspection, and the Captain was a punctual guy. Gat sat quietly in his corner and watched the jittery humans as they prepared, not feeling their nervosity himself. He knew he'd done a good job today, and saw no reason to be this nervous just because the Captain showed up. His eyes fell back onto the black-haired female, and he was a little bit surprised at what he saw.

She was trying to wipe off any potential dirt on her face with a handkerchief, with limited success, and then tried to make her hair lay down in a more orderly manner. It proved rather futile, though, as her messy curls completely refused to obey her. She was quite obviously feeling stressed, which only made her attempts worse. With a final look at her watch, the woman settled with wrapping the handkerchief around her hair to keep it out of her face, tying it into a somewhat sloppy bow at the front in an attempt to make it prettier. After a quick glance in her pocket mirror she seemed decidedly displeased, but she had no time left to prepare.

They could hear swift steps approach from the corridor which opened up into the room they were in, and the crew just barely managed to form two straight lines in time for them to see the Captain enter the room. Right behind him came the First Lieutenant, and third was one of the newer recruits... One who had been assigned to Engineering. Oops. The poor boy must've overslept and been caught by the Captain. Not the best way to start off on a new ship. Gat couldn't help but feel sorry for the kid. Messing up on a military ship could be rough.

The three humans strode down the room, the two in the front infinitely more confident than the third, who seemed to shrink further and further inwards the closer they got to the group. Once the Captain got close and stopped in front of his crew of engineers and techs, he glanced over at the kid behind him and gave a snap with his fingers, pointing sharply towards a gap between two crewmates. The kid nearly tripped over himself as he rushed to get to his assigned spot. He did an excellent attempt at blending into the wall behind him, Gat thought.

It was quiet for a moment as all eyes were on the Captain, and he took the time to look at them all before he spoke.

"Alright then, at ease. Let's start with the core readings, and then move on to the life support systems from there.", he said. The tension in the room seemed to loosen slightly, but it was nowhere near as relaxed as when Weber was alone. Every time Captain Kawamura turned to look at someone's readings or to ask questions, the crewmember in question would tense up and try their best to sound coolly professional, though most of them did a rather poor job of it. Still, the Captain didn't seem to notice it, and calmly went on working down his own checklist.

Out of the corner of his eye, Gat saw the Chief Technician discreetly trying to tidy up her messy bow, though sadly it only made it worse.

He wished that she hadn't touched it, but it was too late for that now. Despite all her efforts to the contrary, she looked anything but professional. The handkerchief was messy and lopsided, her hair tangled and unruly, and her face still had a few smears of dirt that she'd missed. Her glasses were crooked now, too. She stood out quite clearly from the rest of the crew.

First Lieutenant Weber caught sight of her first, and seemed incredibly amused. Chief Tech Connors glared back up at her, her face turning a deep red. The tall Lieutenant grinned widely and stepped up to the tiny woman, bending forward slightly as she casually started to fix the bow. None of the two women said anything, and neither did any of the other techs and engineers who watched them. The Captain seemed to be completely oblivious to it all, as he was nose deep into a reactor core scan report, standing a few feet away from the main group.

The Lieutenant kept trying to fix the mess the Chief Tech had made of herself, all while mumbling something to her that Gat couldn't hear. The two women were close friends, and were often caught relentlessly teasing each other. Connors seemed to relax a bit with the familiar jargon, though, and even managed to respond with something which caused Weber to stifle a laugh. It was an odd sound to hear from the massive Lieutenant.

At this the Captain looked up, seeming a bit confused. His gaze fell upon the two now giggling women and his expression instantly turned five shades of tired. The tension came back to the room, and the two women quickly caught on, both turning to face the Captain. The tall man looked between the two, still looking helplessly tired. Disappointed. They had no idea how he did it, but it was near impossible to keep eye contact with him for more than a few seconds, and most of the crew just ended up looking at their feet. Weber usually had no issues with staring contests, and in all honesty she didn't really seem to feel uncomfortable now either, but out of respect she lowered her gaze regardless. Connors was different, though. Once the Captain's eyes fell on her, she absolutely refused to look away. From where he sat, it was absolutely impossible for Gat to desipher what she was feeling, but she sure was good at staring someone down, crooked glasses and all. The Captain seemed a bit surprised at the sudden challenger, and seemed even more surprised at her overall look. She was quite an odd, chaotic apparition, especially compared to the Captain himself, who rarely looked anything but proper and put together. They embodied two completely opposed aesthetics, and it was quite jarring once one noticed it. But despite this woman's oddity, the man didn't seem willing to back down from the staring contest. The silence grew uncomfortable around them as the two stared each other down. But the longer he looked, the less Gat felt that the two humans were actually trying to compete with each other. Instead, he got a strong sense that they were having a conversation... Even though no words were spoken. Was that possible? Humans weren't telepathic, right?? He was starting to low key panic a little at the thought of human telepaths when the tension between the two humans suddenly broke, and they both relaxed. The Captain smiled, and although Gat couldn't see Connors' full expression, he could clearly see her ears turning red. The Captain looked down into his papers again and went on with the inspection. Connors seemed to quietly deflate where she stood, presumably out of relief.

After that, Captain Kawamura and First Lieutenant Weber quickly went on to complete the inspection, and the Captain made sure to thank them all for their hard work before he left to attend to whatever other duties he had on his schedule that day. Weber remained though, and as soon as the Captain was out of sight she broke down laughing, pulling several of the others with her. She gave the Chief Tech a strong pat on the shoulder, almost pushing the tiny woman to the floor with sheer force. Connors winced, but smiled sheepishly.

"I didn't know what to do.", she said meekly, which only made the laughing worse.

"You are an absolute legend, Reith.", someone cheered, which made her already red face burn even hotter. The young recruit offered her a cautious high five, which made her giggle.

"Wasn't it scary?", someone asked.

"I guess, at first...", she mumbled, fidgeting with a cloth as she tried to clean her glasses.

"But?", Weber prodded, giving Connors a light poke with her elbow. Reith hid her face in her hands and laughed nervously.

"He has awfully pretty eyes."

That set off an insanely loud cacophony of cheers, hoots and howling laughter, and the noise just got too much for Gat.

He soundlessly left the room, leaving the cheery humans behind. He entered the sterile hallway, the laughter still echoing down the narrow path. He moved to take out his tablet in order to write down his observations as per usual, when suddenly a dark figure at the edge of his vision made him jump. He turned around to look, and found himself staring up at the Captain. The human was leaning against the wall, his eyes staring blankly into nothing as he was biting his lip. He was absentmindedly pulling a hand through his white hair as if he was trying to comb it, but would then reverse the motion and subsequently turn his hair into an uncharacteristic fluffy mess. His mind was clearly elsewhere. Gat became uncomfortably aware of the muffled laughter still sounding through the corridors. He cleared his throat.

"Hrm, uhm, Captain?", he said hesitantly. The human slowly glanced over at him, not seeming surprised to see him.

"Yes, Gat?"

The alien wasn't sure what to say. He opened his mouth to speak several times, but was never sure how to begin.

"I... I'm sure they... I mean, they're not... Uh... A-are you...", he stumbled, trying to tell the man that his crew wasn't actually laughing at him, but failing spectacularly at finding the right words. A hand came down to give his shoulder a light pat. He looked up. The man was wistfully staring off into space again, and a tiny, gentle smile played on his lips. His usually pale cheeks were flushed with a soft pink. Gat hadn't seen that expression before.

"Don't worry. I'm good."

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olietus · 4 years

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A sketch I'll probably never finish. 😅 I feel bad for Zolt, but he'll be ok.

I've been unable to write for a few days, but I'm working on something small and silly atm. I also wanted to thank all of you who decided to start following me because of my recent writing; it truly means a lot to me. ❤

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Humans are space orcs - All the poisons

A subject that has been explored before, but that I still find funny to write. This is a bit shorter than the previous ones, which is rather nice. I'd love to make more of these small "moments". I want to write more silly stuff, too. And please, any feedback, advice or prompt suggestions are more than welcome! (:

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The small, well lit leisure room on the ship was usually well used by its crew, but for the past week it had been mostly empty due to them being on shore leave. Now the room acted more as an escape from the busy, noisy and interesting sights beyond the space port. In the back of the room, in a comfortable cushioned chair each, two crewmembers sat and were in the middle of a discussion.

"So you mean to tell me that humans voluntarily consume poisons for pleasure's sake?" Gat frowned and stared at the towering human that sat across the table. The human, a broad-shouldered, muscular female with an impressive bulk even compared to human males, exhaled slowly. Her dark, narrow eyes held unflinching eye contact with the alien, and for a moment Gat wondered if she ever blinked. Her brown hair was pulled back in a short, messy ponytail, and her square jaw relaxed.

"I vouldn't call it poison... But yes." She leaned back in her chair and took a swig of amber liquid from her glass, her nonchalant demeanor unchanged. Gat felt horrified.

"But... You use this ethanol in fuel and solvents! You literally kill bacteria with it. It's irrefutably a poison!", he complained as he scrolled through his notes that he'd taken on the matter. The human rolled her eyes as the little alien shoved his findings at her over the table. She gave them a quick one-over, and gave a short sneer.

"Dat is quite a list. Ethanol, theobromine, capsaicin, solanine, ricin...", she read out loud, raising an eyebrow at a few of them. The list went on from there. She looked back at Gat and gave him a lopsided smirk, taking yet another sip of her whiskey.

"Did you seriously look up vhat our food contains?", she asked, clearly amused. Gat blinked at her and got visibly flustered.

"I was just curious about what kind of nutrients a human could potentially consume, and... Well, you're all mad." He pointed at one of the words on the tablet screen.

"Capsaicin is a toxin that is meant to keep you humans and other mammals away from the fruits it's in. It literally causes you pain to eat it, but you still claim to enjoy it!", he said, absolutely flabbergasted. The woman shrugged her shoulders.

"It burns, but it still tastes good. But it is not for everyone.", she replied as she finished her glass and then promptly refilled it. She pulled a hand over her brown hair, tugging absentmindedly at the ponytail in the back. She seemed to be losing interest, but Gat pressed on.

"Okay, fine, but how can you explain this, then? One of the most important staples of your food, potatoes, contain solanine which is effectively an insecticide. Straight. Up. Poison.", he said, growing frustrated at how unfazed the human seemed. "And also, theobromine and ricin can both be found in one of the most famous human sweets out there; chocolate." He pointed angrily at the two words.

"Gat..."

"Do you actually enjoy slowly killing yourselves??"

It was quiet for a while, and Gat slowly realized that he was now standing. The human gave him a tired and unimpressed look.

"Listen. Dey are in such small quantities dat it is of no consequence to us.", she tried to reassure him, but the little alien didn't seem convinced. He furiously shook his head as he sat down in his chair once again.

"This is absurd! What you call small, 'inconsequential' quantities would easily kill me and many other sentient species across the galaxy!" He was just about to go off on a new tirade, when the door to the room suddenly opened.

Captain Kawamura shuffled into the room, carrying a small collection of papers and folders in his hands. He stopped when he caught sight of the other two, and raised one of his light eyebrows at them. Gat was clearly agitated. The captain squinted at them.

"What's going on here?", he asked as he walked up to their table, but was caught off guard by Gat who once again got on his feet and held up his tablet uncomfortably close to his face. Shogu grunted in annoyance, but took the tablet and read it, feeling rather confused.

"This is a list of toxic substances. Why do you have this?", he asked, his eyes narrowing as he peered down at the short crewmember. Gat's expression changed into one of triumph as he looked back at the woman who was still calmly seated in her chair.

"Hah! First Lieutenant Weber was trying to convince me that these substances are harmless to humans.", he said. Shogu looked over at his first lieutenant and tilted his head, his expression puzzled.

"Is that true, Helga?", he wondered, not understanding why she'd say such a thing. She wasn't typically one for lying. Helga herself didn't seem bothered by being questioned. Instead she made a short circular motion with her finger.

"Scroll down.", she simply said. The captain looked at her for a moment and then did as she'd suggested. The first part of the text was just a very long list of seemingly random toxic compounds with little other information attached to them. However, at the end of it all were some of the more comprehensive notes that Gat had written down, revealing the document's purpose. Shogu pinched the bridge of his hooked nose and sighed tiredly. Gat looked up at the man, slightly confused.

"Sorry, Gat, but the lieutenant is right. None of these are overtly dangerous to us in the small doses that we consume them in."

"But it can't be safe to ingest those amounts of poisons--", Gat began, but was cut short.

"I'd literally have to consume nearly ten kilograms of chocolate for it to risk killing me. It's the same with most of these. The easiest one to overconsume is probably ethanol, I suppose...", He glanced down at the tall woman, who was now sipping quietly on her third glass of whiskey this evening. He smiled tiredly at her.

"I'm sorry, lieutenant, but I'd rather prefer that you don't drink any more 'poison' for tonight. I require your assistance with these documents."

Helga looked up at him for a moment, visibly displeased with this development, but she rose from her seat and gave a curt nod.

"Yessir."

She was taller than the captain. Somehow that still amazed Gat. Humans came in a myriad of different shapes, colours and sizes, but he'd never seen anyone as tall as the first lieutenant. Still, despite her being both taller and visibly more muscular than the captain, she never seemed to question his authority. Gat still had no idea how the human social heirarchy worked or which factors shaped it, but it was something he'd very much like to research further.

The two humans moved towards the door, leaving Gat alone by the table. The alien was about to sit back down to go through his notes again when he heard Helga speak to the captain, probably thinking they were out of earshot.

"I vish he'd looked up fugu."

"Oh dear god, no."

A five minute fact search later Gat decided that he hated humans.

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olietus · 5 years

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Devin and Gat from my own 'Humans are space orcs' story. They haven't actually met yet, but we'll see what happens. This drawing is rather old, but I still like it. (:

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Humans are space orcs - Paradise

More Devin and Zolt'chk. This is a bit of a long one, and since I'm on mobile I can't add a "read more" atm. Sorry! This is mostly to practice on world building and description, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

As always, any advice, constructive criticism and writing prompts/suggestions are more than welcome! (:

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It had been a little over three days since Zolt'chk had been kidnapped by the human called Devin. At first he had been terrified of her, and while he was still extremely wary of her, the fear had slowly started to be replaced by confusion and frustration. Since their departure had been rather tumultuous, they hadn't been able to procure any rations, and there was nothing to drink either. This meant that the human grew increasingly "hangry", in her own words, which apparently meant that she was so hungry that she got increasingly furious. Zolt wasn't entirely sure how that worked, but it wasn't all too surprising since humans were a very violent predator species, after all. Secretly he had hoped that she'd starve to death (as her incessant complaining was getting rather old), but apparently humans were able to stay alive for quite a long time without food. Not so much without water, though, and due to dehydration the human had now suffered from a rather severe headache and disorientation for the past day. Still, she remained in her seat in the cockpit, furiously searching for the nearest port. Due to the risk of them being caught if they landed in more commercial ports, they'd already passed a couple of stations and planets, and each time they did, Devin got more and more desperate.

Zolt had decided to not bother her, as he really didn't want to end up being eaten. Instead he'd made himself a bit of a nest in the back of the little ship, using a couple of space suits and oxygen tubes to make it soft and cozy; the vessel wasn't equipped with any proper sleeping quarters, as it was only meant for short transport and maintenence runs. He'd been trying to finally get some sleep, as the first 30-something hours had been nerve wracking and had rendered him unable to relax at all. Exhaustion had started to get the better of him now, though, and as he curled up in his nest he was already falling asleep.

He was abruptly woken up by a loud rumble and a tremble that went through the ship, and he raised his head to look around in confusion. The ship creaked again and then, with a final loud 'thunk', the ship went still and quiet. Had they landed? The big arachi stubled to his feet, but instantly fell back down as a raging roar reached him, and Devin shot out from the cockpit, rushing past him to unlock the doors. She pressed the airlock button at least six times, clearly incredibly impatient. Zolt slowly moved over towards her, cowering slightly.

"Where are we?", he asked cautiously, just as the airlock hissed and allowed them through.

"Arbor V.", she replied shortly.

Zolt turned to look at her. Her face was stern and she was biting her lip. He didn't know what that behaviour meant in itself, but it was clear that she felt tense. As she should. Arbor V was an infamous miniature planet where crime ran rampant and almost half the planet was under martial law. The rest was ruled by several different warlords and clans that constantly warred with each other over land and resources. Most of the planet's natural resources consisted of precious minerals and forests. Arbor V was, despite everything, a very beautiful planet in its own right. Its skies were a beautiful, warm tone of pink and lilac during the days, which then shifted into a velvety emerald green towards the evening, before the night sky grew black and dotted with trillions of bright stars. During the day the two brilliant twin suns shone brightly above, leaving the surface at a comfortable, balmy temperature. During the night the planet's neighbour became visible; the big red planet Kocari, that even though it was remote, took up a large portion of the night sky. The soil on Arbor V was as red as the planet above, its cliffs and rocks white as chalk, and the vast forests were a mix of stunning, brilliant purples and blues. During night the forests and its creatures turned bright with bioluminescence, and small flying insects set the night ablaze with their intricate lightshows. If one didn't know the truth about this planet, it would surely be named a paradise.

As the two aliens stepped out of the little ship, they looked around and found themselves in a rather elegant-looking port, filled with ships from many different planets, creeds and classifications. Devin could spot a human military ship a few rows down, but business around it seemed to go on as normal. The general agreement on Arbor V was that as long as outsiders didn't mess with the powers that be and they didn't stay longer than necessary, they'd be left alone. It was a rather remote area in civilized space, so those outsiders who came here usually did so out of outmost need, not will, and would thus agree to these terms. Much like Devin herself. She needed food, money and a new ship. She could probably acquire all of them here, though with rather varying difficulty.

As they walked down the ramp they were met by a small bat-like creature with large floppy ears, short reddish fur and six appendages; two arms, four legs. It had a short fluffy tail, and wore the dark green uniform that adorned all space port personnel. She was flanked by two massive guards with long, triple jointed arms and short, sturdy legs. Their singular eyes were trained on the newcomers, and each of them carried a massive rifle. Their red uniforms signaled military. The bat raised one of her clawed hands and motioned towards the two newcomers to approach. They did so without questioning it, and the litte port master stared up at them with her three beady eyes. In her other hand she held a tablet.

"Please state your name, species, sex, allegiance and the purpose of your visit."

The human sighed and crossed her arms as she was impatient to get going, but complied.

"Devin, human, female, no allegiance, and we're just here to stock up on rations, fuel and to upgrade our vehicle."

It was quiet for a moment as the Arborian filled in the information, and then she looked over at Zolt. He stared back for a second, before he realized that it was his turn. The two soldiers tightened their grip on their weapons.

"Oh, uh... Yes, Zolt'chk, arachi, male, uh...", he paused and looked over at his human captor. He had no idea what to respond to the allegiance part. The human raised her eyebrows at him and gave a weird jerk with her head. He had no idea what she was trying to say.

"Yes?", came the slightly annoyed prod from the port master.

"... Uh, no allegiance, and my reasons are the same.", he hurried to reply. In all honesty he would've loved to tell the Arborian the truth, but first of all he was scared that if he did, Devin would twist his head off, and secondly that the Arborians themselves would kidnap and sell him. An already kidnapped person was nothing more than a basic ware like any other on this planet.

The little creature in green uniform jotted down the last of the information, and then scanned the ship's code, giving it a slight look of surprise and then looked up at the two aliens in front of her.

"This ship was reported stolen a few days ago. Says here it belongs to the Delta Cluster trade coalition." She squinted a them. Her henchmen shuffled behind her, glaring at the two outsiders.

"As I said, we're here to upgrade our vehicle.", Devin repeated. Zolt was stunned at the fact that she didn't try to hide that she stole it. He'd heard that humans could be rather illogical, but this was straight up moronic. Still, the bat-like creature blinked at them and then nodded.

"Very well. Will you be altering, selling, dismantling or destroying it, then? We are willing to take care of the procedures needed to have it travel safe again, for a price of course."

"Selling."

"Ah, very well. Will you sell it as-is, or will you pay for the procedures required to sell it at full price, ready-to-use?"

"As it is, thank you."

"I see. Lovely. We will add it to our digital stock at a price equal to its current market value, and once it's sold the earnings will be forwarded to your credits account. 20% of the profits will go to us as a middle hand and handling fee. Please sign and enter your account ID here.", she said and held out her tablet towards Devin, who added her info without question. Zolt started to say something, but Devin gave him an annoyed shove with her foot, and he went quiet again. The port master looked approvingly at Devin's signature and gave them a short nod.

"Thank you very much for your service, and welcome to Arbor V."

The second the little port master and her menacing entourage left them Devin was off half-running towards the nearest exit. Zolt, who didn't know what else to do, followed her. She'd just sold off their ship, effectively stranding them on this hellhole of a planet, and he had no idea how to get back home on his own from here. He felt a cold knot of dread form in his abdomen, and he did his best to stay close to the human.

Devin didn't look back even for a second. Her stomach was growling loudly, startling people as she walked past them. Humans were rare out here, or at least civilian ones, and Devin wore no indicators of being part of any militia. People stared at her rather shamelessly, but she didn't care. She just blindly followed her nose and stumbled towards the sweet scent of food, and as soon as the first small food stall came into view she sprinted straight up to it. The owner of the stall looked perplexed at the sight of her, though he didn't show any of the fear that was the more common reaction to seeing humans. Instead, he handed the red-haired girl a menu with one of his many six-digit hands. She was already in the middle of her order when Zolt caught up with her. She turned around and grinned widely at him.

"Do you want something? My treat!", she said cheerily and pushed the menu into the arachi's talons. The insectoid hesitated but then read through the list of courses, and rather quickly settled on one that would agree with his digestive system. Thankfully most food establishments, big or small, carried options for all the most common digestive systems. Amazingly enough, humans could eat almost anything from any option, but what else could one expect from a creature that literally had a vat of acid as a part of its digestive system.

Once their orders were placed, they moved a bit to the side to wait for their food to be ready. They stood quietly next to each other, Devin swaying slightly from side to side, eventually opting on leaning against Zolt, who stiffened at the contact. She was as warm as always, and he wasn't sure if it was pleasant or uncomfortable. Mostly it just felt weird. He wondered if it was truly comfortable to have such a high body temperature.

"I'm sorry."

He looked down at her, confused.

"What?", he asked, trying to read her expression, but she was looking away from him. She sighed.

"I already apologized once, but I don't feel like it's enough. It was terrible of me to drag you with me the way I did."

Zolt was quiet. The human's voice was steady but low, and there was a certain hesitant quality to it that he hadn't heard earlier. Somehow, despite her not crying, it made him think back on the first time he'd seen her. Despite his better judgement he once again pitied her. Still, he said nothing. He knew that she spoke the truth. If her plan had truly been to kidnap him, she wouldn't have left him unbound, she wouldn't have tried to be nice to him, and she would have definitely made an effort to restrain him before they landed if she'd wished to sell him into slavery. But he couldn't quite trust her. She was human, she was unpredictable, and she was dangerous.

When he didn't respond, Devin spoke again.

"I realize that I've put you in a very scary and unfamiliar situation, but once I have my own ship that's safe to travel with, I'll drop you off at whichever planet or station that you want. You have my word, Zolt'chk."

Before he could answer, their order was called out and they went to collect it. They sat down at a bench a short distance away from the busy street and quietly ate their food. It felt incredibly awkward.

Then he broke the silence.

"Thank you."

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Devin felt terrible. She was indebted to the poor arachi next to her, but instead of repaying his kindness she'd probably ended up scarring him for life. He had barely said a word to her in the past few days, and she could tell that he tensed up every time she got close to him. She hadn't planned on abducting him. In all honesty it hadn't been on her mind even as she'd dragged him into the ship. It wasn't really until after her adrenaline settled down that she had truly realized what she'd done... And now she had no idea how to make it right. She hoped to at least be able to make him less wary of her, if not for her own sake then for his. She had no idea how to do that, though, and she was too hungry and dehydrated to think of a proper solution at the moment.

She ate her food rather quickly, feeling absolutely famished. Her first drink was already consumed, and she greedily started to chug down her second one. She was in the middle of this when Zolt'chk finally spoke.

"Thank you."

She nearly spat out her drink. Somehow, that was the very last thing she'd expected him to say. She looked at him a bit bewildered.

"For the food, I mean.", Zolt continued. The human deflated slightly, feeling a bit disappointed, but swiftly reminded herself that this was an entirely positive thing and gave him a soft smile.

"My pleasure.", she said. Zolt'chk hesitated for a moment.

"Could I possibly have seconds?", he asked sheepishly. Devin's smile widened and she let out a chuckle.

"Of course."

#humans vs. aliens #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #sci fi #story #space #oc #devin #zolt'chk #zolt #human #alien

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Humans are space orcs - Self isolation

This was supposed to be a later installment, but I felt that this was something I really wanted to start exploring, as it's a big reason why Shogu is the way he is. This piece contains violence and indications of PTSD.

And again, any feedback, advice or ideas are 100% welcome. (:

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Captain Shogu Kawamura stood on the bridge of his ship, the Cerberus, and stared off into space, both literally and figuratively. It had been a quiet, eventless week, as their ship had been damaged by space debris and had to be docked and repaired at the nearest space port. The crew had been given a few days shore leave, as they'd grown restless and increasingly agitated over the course of their stay. Most of them returned to the ship at night, but a few others took the opportunity to find other temporary housing. Humans were curious, after all, and all over the galaxy aliens had started to set up niche accomodations where humans could experience the life of other sentient races. It was a concept that was getting incresingly popular, and was a good source of income for those who might've previously struggled economically. The Captain had no real interest in such practices, though. Not because he disliked aliens or anything like that... He just prefered to be alone in order to relax. He wasn't very outgoing, in fact, most people would probably call him a party pooper, stick in the mud, or mood killer. He rarely engaged in frolicking with the rest of the crew, and seemed to have a somewhat sourly expression for the majority of his waking time. In short, he wasn't seen as a particularly charming of fun human. His competence never came into question though, and while his crew wouldn't hang out with him socially, they all respected him. He wasn't a mean or bad captain, he was just a bit of a loner, and for the most part they all accepted that.

Indeed, he was the only one who now remained on the ship, rarely leaving except to treat himself to the occasional serving of local street food. It'd be silly to use up rations that would undoubtedly be needed during their space travels, after all. Today he'd brought the greasy serving of fast food with him onto the ship, as he had no desire to be surrounded by large, loud crowds, and he now stood and absentmindedly nibbled at his savoury treat. He didn't notice the low sound of typing coming from behind him; he was completely zoned out at the moment.

In the doorway to the bridge another bipedal creature watched the human from a distance. Its three-digit hands were moving quickly over the tablet, recording the creature's observations. Gat had been with the mostly human crew for almost six months at this point, and while he wasn't a scientist he was insatiably curious and had a habit of writing down everything he found interesting. For a time now his main focus had been on the humans and their behaviours. Especially the captain, as of late. It fascinated him that this individual in particular seemed to actively isolate himself from the rest of the pack, which was highly unusual for such a social race. It actually made him feel worried for the human, even though he didn't seem to show any obvious signs of loneliness or distress. Still, he had noticed that the time the captain spent alone had slowly and steadily increased during the time Gat had been here. Right now the captain was almost exclusively around the others when duty called for it, or when he had no other place to go.

The alien crept out of his hiding spot, into the soft red light of the nearby star which flooded the bridge, and approached the captain. The human still didn't seem to notice him, so he reached out and placed his hand on the man's arm. "Captain?" What happened next was completely unexpected. Captain Kawamura flinched violently, turned around and grabbed Gat's wrist and shoulder in what seemed like a millisecond, violently slamming the shocked alien down onto the floor, twisting his arm so roughly in a direction it was most definitely not designed for, that Gat couldn't help but let out a pained shriek.

"Ow! Captain, stop! You're hurting me!", he yelled as he looked back up at the man, and was shocked at what he saw. Cold rage mixed with fear was displayed across the human's face, and he was breathing heavily. Gat suddenly got the strong impression that the Captain didn't actually recognize him.

At least not at first.

"Captain... Ow, please let me go.", Gat pleaded, and then somewhere behind the captain's steely eyes, something seemed to shift. The rage slowly dissipated and was replaced with confusion. Then horror. Captain Kawamura instantly released his grip and quickly stumbled away from his crewmember. He stared down at him, not uttering a word, as Gat sat up and rubbed his head, his hand coming down stained with blue. He looked up at the Captain, eyes wide, but didn't get the chance to speak. Shogu had already turned around and bolted out through the door, running so fast that he nearly crashed into the wall as he took a turn, throwing himself through the door to his personal quarters and hurriedly locked the door behind him. The room was dead silent apart from his own sharp breathing. It felt like his heart had stopped and crammed itself all the way up in his throat, and he felt horribly nauseous. He slowly sank to the floor, his back still against the cold metal of the locked door behind him. His body started to shiver violently and he pulled a sharp, stuttering breath. His cheeks felt warm and wet. He felt like he couldn't breathe.

Gat had eventually managed to get back up on his feet, his arm aching and head pounding. He'd made a quick visit to the empty infirmary and had managed to stop the bleeding, though it really wasn't that serious of an injury. In all honesty he was much more concerned about the captain. His behaviour had been alarmingly uncharacteristic. He'd run off so quickly that Gat couldn't have possibly followed him, but he could make a qualified guess as to where the human had gone. He cautiously made his way down the corridors, his flat, webbed feet carrying him silently across the floor. The cold, muted light above him flickered familiarly. Soon he found himself outside the captain's quarters, and he leaned in close to listen, something he'd picked up from the humans. He couldn't hear anything on the other side of the door, but he was certain that the man was in there. He gave a tentative knock. There was suddenly a muffled whimper on the other side, and Gat froze, listening intently. When no other noise was heard, he knocked again. "Captain? Are you alright?", he asked. There was no response.

"Captain, please... I'm not angry. Will you please open the door?", he said, but to no avail. He leaned in closer to the door to make sure the captain could hear him.

"Stay here, I'm going to go get some help."

"No!"

Gat fell silent for a moment, caught off guard by the captain's sudden bark.

"Sir, I--."

"Don't tell anyone about this.", the human interrupted.

"But captain, you're not well..."

"They'll decommission me if they find out. Please... I have nothing else." The edge in the man's voice had softened, and he sounded almost... defeated.

The alien paused for a moment, and then spoke again with a bit more power in his voice.

"Open the door."

There was a long silence on the other side, but then he heard rustling and an unsteady grunt, and slow steps coming towards the door. As it slowly opened it revealed the tired, red-faced human, his usually square shoulders and straight back hunched down and inwards, as if he was trying to hide as much of himself as possible. His eyes were glassy, but his cheeks had been dried and he once again tried to regain some of the authority his voice usually carried.

"I'm sorry I got carried away. You just caught me off guard. I'm perfectly fine now.", he said curtly, though his voice broke and he seemed to fold in on himself a bit further. The alien tilted his head sceptically, yet another human trait he'd adopted.

"What happened?"

Shogu shrugged, clearly trying to act indifferent. He wasn't very convincing.

"Maybe I just don't like being ambushed."

"Sir, with all due respect, I think I've been among your kind for long enough to know that the way you reacted is not considered normal."

The captain remained silent, looking away down the empty corridor. He almost looked like he was in pain. Gat continued.

"You should let the doctors examine you. I've heard that there are diseases that can cause increased aggression in humans, rabies I think one is called, and it could be very serious--."

"No, that's not it. I don't have fucking rabies.", Shogu snapped, but relaxed again fairly quickly. Gat, much shorter than the human, stared up at him. The captain's expression softened slightly and he shook his head.

"I will be fine. I just need to be alone."

"But--!"

"Stop. I won't discuss this further. And as I said, don't tell anyone about this. I'll work through it on my own. I don't need your help." A clear tone of dismissive annoyance in his voice. For a few moments the two of them stared, or rather glared, at each other. Gat, however, wasn't nearly as stubborn as the human and was the first to look away.

"Fine. As you wish, Captain. But if it happens again I--.", he started, but was once again interrupted. It was getting a tad annoying.

"In that case I'll report it myself."

Once again there was silence. To a human it would've been obvious, but as an alien who had only heard of the concept of lying a few months ago he was none the wiser, and Gat nodded. He felt like he'd won, at least partially. He left the man in peace, and went to go rest his poor, aching head. Humans could be stubborn when they were sick or injured, but getting them to admit that something was wrong was half the battle won. A twinge of worry remained in the back of his head, but he was sure the captain would get well again soon. Humans were a remarkably resilient species.

The captain didn't sleep that night.

#humans are scary #humans vs. aliens #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #going it alone #story #sci fi #oc #shogu kawamura #shogu #captain kawamura #gat #alien

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olietus · 5 years

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Here's another one. And my phone is at 1%. Seeya! 😅😅😅

And Shogu again... Because suddenly he's giving me trouble when I try to draw him. :/

#art #sketch #doodle #oc #shogu kawamura #original character #shogu #captain kawamura #humans are space orcs #empty space #humans vs. aliens #humans are weird #sci fi

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Edit: I've noticed that none of my work shows up in the 'space orcs' tag anymore, so please go and take a look at my blog if you find this interesting. It'd help me out tremendously.

Aaand... Zolt'chk. Sorry for the terrible, cropped screencap, but I didn't have this pic on my phone, and my computer takes years to boot up, so... And no, I didn't crop out my deviantart username. Gotta be smart. Gonna promote myself, ya know?

#humans vs. aliens #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #alien #arachi #zolt #zolt'chk #empty space #oc #story #sci fi #art

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olietus · 5 years

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And here's Devin. This sketch is hella old, surely at least two years at this point, but it'll have to do. :')

Edit: I've noticed that none of my work shows up in the 'space orcs' tag anymore, so please go and take a look at my blog if you find this interesting. It'd help me out tremendously.

#space australia #humans are space orcs #humans vs. aliens #humans are weird #devin #oc #empty space #art #sketch #doodle

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olietus · 5 years

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Captain Kawamura. (:

This is an older design for another genre. I'll whip up something more sci-fi esque eventually. Or not. Idk, I'm a lazy bum.

#humans vs. aliens #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #captain kawamura #shogu kawamura #oc #empty space #sci fi #story

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Humans are space orcs - Devin

This story is semi-related to 'Resentment' that I wrote earlier, but I'm not yet sure to what capacity. I feel quite excited to write and experiment a little with these characters and concepts, and I'd be delighted if anyone has any feedback, advice or even writing prompts. I hope you enjoy. (:

Edit: I've noticed that none of my work shows up in the 'space orcs' tag anymore, so please go and take a look at my blog if you find this interesting. It'd help me out tremendously.

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Zolt'chk, or Zolt for short, was bored out of his mind. Or at least as bored as an Arachi could be. He'd been left with the more janitorial duties on board the small space station, and it was as far from exciting as it could get. They were a tiny outpost in the middle of nowhere, along one of the longer routes through dark space. They were, essentially, an interstellar gas stop... And it sucked. Nothing interesting ever happened here, and if it did he was bound to miss it while he was forced to vacuum debris from the many hangars, corridors and living areas.

Or, that was what he'd assumed would be the case, anyway. But this day turned out to be quite extraordinarily horrifying. Somewhere around noon absolute hell seemed to break loose, as the alarm suddenly sounded, drowning out almost all other sounds on the station, and then an alert message was broadcasted through the transmission system.

"ATTENTION PLEASE. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. A HOSTILE A-1 CLASS PREDATOR, A HUMAN, HAS ESCAPED CONFINEMENT AND IS LOOSE ON THE STATION. CIVILIANS AND WORK PERSONNEL ARE ADVISED TO STAY WHERE THEY ARE. SECURITY PERSONNEL PLEASE REPORT TO CONTROL. I REPEAT, THIS IS AN EMERGENCY."

His chitinous body suddenly felt incredibly cold and stiff, more so than normal. He'd never seen a human, but he'd heard the stories. They were a fearsome predator species, massive and strong, faster than most other races, and nearly unkillable. A race of monsters. His four spindly legs quivered and he sank down to the floor, his bulbous abdomen pressed against the wall. He felt horribly exposed like this. Anyone who entered the hangar would be able to see him right away, and if the human saw him... He'd undoubtedly become its dinner. He let out a low whine of despair and desperately started too look around for a hiding spot, but he was much too big to fit into the nearest storage crates, and the ships in the hangar were locked down and secured, aside from a maintenence shuttle or two on the far end... He motioned to get back up on his feet to look more closely at those small ships, when he suddenly heard extremely loud noises coming from the other side of the hangar doors, followed by shots that echoed through the air, bouncing off the metal walls to create an unbearably loud and terrifying cacaphony that left his head spinning and aching. He clicked with his mandibles in fear, and felt the panic engulf him. The shots and screams were getting closer, they'd be through the door at any moment...

That's when he spotted the air vent. Its protective grid was slightly ajar after a screw had loosened, and the metal glimmered in the sharp, white light. He was frozen for a fraction of a second, and then something crashed against the closed door with a loud thud. He was up and gone into the vent before the creature came barging through the door, narrowly missing Zolt's escape.

The insectoid didn't have much issue with crawling through the vent, as they were fairly generous in size due to the need for easy access for maintenence. Still, it felt like the walls of the air duct were closing in on him, suffocating him. Yet he crawled further, feverishly trying to escape from the loud noises and deadly bullets. It was so dark in here, his eyes were more or less useless, and the trembling of the many mechanical systems that kept the station in working condition caused a constant low vibration that interfered with his other senses. His world in here was a dark and foggy mess, filled with static. Even so, it was safer than out there, with that thing...

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He wasn't sure when he'd fallen asleep, or if he'd perhaps fainted. The air duct was cool and quiet, the ever present low hum of the station embracing him like a calming blanket. No screams, no shots... Just him, alone in the dark. He dared to let out a relieved chirp, feeling like he could finally relax and make his way back to where he came from. He turned around and started to scuttle his way down the air duct, passing a few cross sections before he took a sharp right and froze in place.

Before him was a creature he'd never seen before with his own six eyes. Illuminated by the light of the room below, filtered through the grid underneath its front appendages he saw two big, bright eyes stare back at him. Its face was pale, its skin splotched with red and orange dots, as if sprinkled with a paintbrush. Messy tufts of red hair fell around the oval face, a small protruding snout in the middle, and below it a surprisingly small mouth, open in shock. He could see its predatory teeth glistening in the light.

They were both stunned silent for one breathless second... and then the human screamed. He had never heard such a sound in his life, and he reeled back in agony as the screech sent violent vibrations throughout his body. He screamed in pain and tried to drag himself away. "P-please don't kill me, please!", he wailed, feeling how his body started to freeze up in panic. He could see the light from the hangar, the grid still gone, but he couldn't move. He couldn't even call for help. All he could do was to whimper helplessly, feeling how his booklungs were slowly cut off from the air as he rested his heavy body against the cool metal of the air duct. He felt like he was about to pass out again, but then he heard it. The unmistakeable sound and vibration of something creeping up behind him, closer and closer... He keened feebly, his whole body shaking. This was it, this was the end. He was going to die, he...

"Are you okay?"

The voice was thin and shaky, dripping in fear. Still, the tone of concern was undeniable. Zolt didn't answer. His head was still reeling.

"I won't hurt you.", the human insisted, and he felt an unfamiliar warmth on his abdomen. He managed to slowly lift his head, staring back at the creature. She had placed her hand on him, and if he hadn't been terrified he might've found it strangely comforting. He clicked with his mandibles, his legs twitching as he slowly began to regain control of his body. "W-what do you want?", he asked, surprised at the tone of defiance in his voice. The human quickly retracted her hand. She was quiet for a moment, her head dropping slightly. He now noticed that she was shivering. She sniffled.

"I just want to go home. They took me from my family... I don't know where I am... I... I don't know what to do...", her voice trailed off and she made a series of sharp inhalations, followed by a low keening sound in despair.

Zolt'chk was stunned. Was this truly a human? Now when he had started to calm down he felt less and less intimidated by her. In fact, he pitied her. If she were human, she was clearly a weak one, probably feeling helpless on her own. She wasn't necessarily harmless, but...

The human suddenly looked up at him again, her eyes wide and pleading. He'd never seen such an expression before.

"Will you help me? I have to go home... Please... They'll kill me. Th-they want t-to harvest my... They want to...", she put both her hands over her mouth, suffocating a low wail. Zolt wasn't stupid. He knew what she meant. They'd had customers come through here who spoke of or even used human hormones to get the craziest of highs. He'd heard that it had to be... harvested, as it were, from live humans but... He hadn't known it'd kill them. Weren't humans nearly unkillable?

He wasn't entirely sure what possessed him to do so, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't let someone kill this poor creature. He thought for a moment, searching his memory for a solution. He then looked back at her and gave a weak affirmative chirp. "I'll help you.", he said, and the surprise in the human's eyes was palpable. He pushed forward, not allowing himself to pause and think, knowing that his resolve would shrivel away. He motioned for her to follow him as they both quietly scooted along the vent until they could peek out into the hangar, which was thankfully empty. After waiting a minute to make sure the coast was clear, they both climbed out and landed with low thuds on the hard floor below.

As they stood there, Zolt was startled to find just how small the human was. He was easily at least three heads taller than her, and when it came to their respective bulk he was surely three times her size. If she curled up a bit she'd probably fit rather snugly in his abdomen. Not that he'd ever eat her. His race wasn't carnivorous, at least not in the same sense as humans. The young woman seemed equally surprised at their compared sizes, but got over it much quicker than her alien accomplice. "Now what?", she asked as she looked around, her face more neutral and curious than before. The big insectoid turned around and swiftly moved accross the hangar, the human following him close behind. He stopped in front of one of the small vessels which were used for outer hull maintenance or short distance transports of small crew teams. It was quite fortunate that he'd thought of them earlier. The massive forcefield that separated the ship bay from the cold space buzzed assuringly. Ships could easily slip in and out of it, but debris would promptly be destroyed upon impact. He put his claws againt the red metal of the vessel. "Take this. It's small, but newly refueled and should be able to--", he said but was abruptly cut off as the entire security force on the station came barging through the door, weapons raised and trained towards them.

Zolt defensively raised his front legs, about to explain the situation, when he saw movement to his side and then felt his neck twist and his exoskeleton strain under an unbearable pressure. He was pushed in front of the human, who had locked him in an iron grip with her elbow, using him as a shield between the soldiers and herself. His hearts staggered in terror. He had completely underestimated her. The girl raised her voice, steely and confident; the quivering vulnerability from before completely erased. "Lower your weapons, or the shrimp dies."

The air was tense with fear and apprehension, and Zolt cursed himself. He'd been so stupid. He should have known not to trust her. The guards slowly lowered their weapons, but only half way, hoping for an opening. He then felt her breath close to his head, and he stiffened. "You have long legs. Open the ship for me, will you?", she said, but it wasn't really a question, but a demand. They stood just next to the airlock of the small ship, and he could easily maneuver the door open despite the position he was in. As soon as it opened, the human pushed them both through and closed it quickly as the shots started to hail towards them. He was pushed down into a corner where he remained, stunned and terrified, as the girl ran up into the cockpit and started the engines with surprising proficiency. The small ship raised off its supports, hovering in the air for a few seconds as the bullets outside klinked feebly against the sturdy hull, and then suddenly...

Blast off. He was pushed back hard against the wall, and the engines screamed like banshees as they shot the little ship violently forward, bursting through the forcefield barrier and into space at breakneck speed. Within a minute they were enough of a distance away from the station and the redhaired human engaged the FTL drive. Never in his life had he ever seen such reckless driving.

The disoriented Arachi sat numb for he didn't know how long, until the human suddenly plopped down in front of him and he flinched violently. "That was quite awesome. You did great." He looked up at her in stunned silence. The girl stood tall over him, her lips parted baring her white teeth. "W-what...?", he whimpered. She gave him a sturdy pat on the arm. "I made it out thanks to you.", she said and crouched down in front of him, once again appearing small. "Sorry for scaring you, but I did what I had to do. I'm free now, I have a ship, and once the worst of the buzz dies down, I'll drop you off at a planet, station or ship of your choosing." He motioned to speak, but was cut off. "Unless it's a police or military ship... Or station, or... Well, yeah. I just don't feel like going back to jail, you know?", she chuckled. He didn't know what to say. She grinned widely at him.

"What's your name, by the way?"

"Uh... Zolt'chk."

"Nice to meet you, Zolt'chk. I'm Devin."

#humans vs. aliens #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #empty space #devin #zolt'chk

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