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Captain Orvan sat in his quarters, looking down at the computer console while he searched for the crew manifest. He had decided to go over all the information available to him regarding the...

He sighed to himself as he opened the spreadsheet with a click.

...The human.

At this point, as far as he was aware, he had been rushed to the infirmary and was being taken care of by the ship’s doctors. As far away from Orvan as was possible.

He was, however, wrong about this. At least he would become wrong about it in... two minutes or so?

The captain continued with what he was doing there at the back of the ship, unaware of the goings on at the front, in the medical quarters. There, about ten seconds earlier, the medical staff had just managed to lift the human into the largest bed they had. His feet were still hanging off the edge, dangling like two enormous loaves of bread in the air.

Despite all this effort, the bed was still about twenty centimeters too short. His body rocked side to side as the momentum left over from his enormous body being put down on the bed slowly subsided.

“So, this is the human, hm?” The slender, snake-like shape of Chief Physician Garuch appeared behind the rest of the medical team as they stood over the bed. His long face scrunched up as he studied the human in silence for a moment.

“Why is he so...” He started, gesturing with one end of his long body at the thin, slightly crispy-looking human. One of the nurses shrugged slightly as the group began fanning out around the room. “He’s abnormal,” the nurse responded as he hung up two of the largest IV bags they stocked. It was clear the stand wasn’t built to handle that amount of weight. The construction sagged and wobbled as he rolled it over to the side of the bed.

“Abnormal? Jorm, what do you mean by that?” Garuch said, looking back and forth at the small semi-bipedal reptile and his patient for a moment.

“Over twenty percent taller than the standard for his species, and almost twice as heavy,” Jorm responded matter-of-factly while prepping the human’s forearm for the IV.

Garuch’s body shuddered in annoyance as he watched his team plug the human into a series of monitoring devices. These devices had all been made before humanity was discovered, and had to be slightly modified to interface with their patient.

Beep...

Beep...

Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep—

The sound of the improvised heart rate monitor filled the room, suddenly increasing in speed just as Jorm inserted the needle into the human’s forearm. A loud thud filled the room as Jorm was suddenly thrown into the wall behind him, sliding down and landing on the ground with a slightly pathetic flopping noise.

The eyes of everyone still in the room snapped around at the human, who was now very much awake.

And staring straight at Jorm, who was trying to look as small as possible there against the wall.

“Oops,” he said as he sat up in the hospital bed, pressing his teeth together and inhaling sharply. “That was a decent impact,” he added before turning to the flabbergasted Garuch.

“What’s the gravity on this boat?”

“B...Boat??” He stuttered.

“Yes! Boat!” The human responded cheerfully, his lips curving upwards into a toothy smile, something which unnerved everyone present to their core.

“...exactly one mean safe acceleration unit?” Garuch responded.

The human blinked silently for a moment as his smile faltered, before rotating around on the spot and placing his feet on the ground.

“Well, that tells me nothing!” He exclaimed as he stood up, the sudden motion ripping the heart rate monitor straight off its desk and plunging it to the floor. Anyone still standing anywhere close to the human stumbled backwards as he rose to his full height.

And then, with a loud THONK, his head impacted the ceiling.

“OW!” He exclaimed as he bent over forwards, rushing his huge, soot-covered hands up to his head and holding them over the top of it. His long, curly black hair bobbed up and down as he jumped around in a small circle like a blind frog while grumbling to himself.

“Sir, are you feeling quite, uh...” Garuch finally spoke up as he watched the frankly ridiculous scene unfolding before him. He had to brace himself slightly against a nearby table to not collapse from the vibrations radiating outwards from the human.

“Are you feeling quite alright?” He added.

The human snapped his head around, his face perking up as he rubbed the top of his head.

“Doctor,” he corrected, wincing slightly.

“Yes?” The alien responded.

The human blinked for a moment while staring down at the confused-looking alien in front of him.

“No, I am.”

Garuch tilted his head to the side, silently looking up at him for a moment.

“...What?”

“You called me sir,” the human finally clarified while straightening himself as much as he could, barely avoiding the ceiling this time.

“Doctor. Doctor Heimy Molecular,” he stretched out one of his hands, placing it right in front of Garuch’s face with frightening speed. “Mostly gas,” he said with a smile.

Garuch recoiled slightly at the, at least to him, strange gesture. Though he had been trained in these kinds of things, this felt a bit different. He’d never talked to someone who could probably kill him entirely by accident.

He quickly looked over at Jorm, who, to his relief, was being looked at by one of the other nurses. Then, he reached out with one of his manipulators and grabbed the human’s hand.

“Garuch al-makbali, chief physician,” he responded, trying to introduce himself in a similar way. He winced slightly as his hand was firmly grabbed and shaken up and down by the pleased-looking man.

“Pleased to meet you! And, uh...” Heimy quickly turned his head around and looked over at Jorm.

“...Will they be okay?”

“Uh... Y-yes, he will be fine. Very hardy, his species,” Garuch added as he tried and failed to retract his hand from the human’s grasp.

“Ah! Good good. I was worried that— OH, FUCK!” He exclaimed as he released the startled physician’s hand and bolted towards the door. He moved with such absurd speed that no one in the room had time to react.

“MY STUFF! MY THINGS! MY DOODADS AND MY KNICK-KNACKS!” he yelled as he charged into the door, knocking it clean off its hinges as he slid to a stop in the corridor outside. It took only a moment, and he set off towards the stern of the ship.

“MY DOG!” Heimy’s voice quickly faded away in the distance. Everyone in the room stared out the doorway, making their various species-specific expressions of shock and confusion.

“What the hell is a dog??“ Garuch blurted out after a moment of silence.


Orvan squinted at the screen for a moment, readjusting himself as he leaned forward. He’d been looking for any information he could find on the human—information that had been scarce to say the least. All he could find was that he’d graduated from a school on his home world, the only place humans occupied in any large numbers.

He let out a tired chirp as he searched for the name of their home world. To him, this had all felt like an enormous waste of time, so he figured he might as well make the most of it.

“Sol-3… Earth… Huh, a planet..?” He mumbled to himself as he entered the text into a search bar, tapping one of his hands against the table as the information loaded. The terminal he was using was, well, to say it was old would be an understatement.

As soon as the data appeared on screen, however, his eyes shot open. He stared at the short list of information about humanity at the top, his beak slowly opening in shocked silence.

They had only discovered the neutron chain reaction two end-to-end human lifetimes ago, about 150 years if you were wondering.

One hundred and forty orbits around their star. And in that time, they had managed to make an FTL-capable spaceship.

That was… well, it was no time at all really. Orvan simply couldn't wrap his mind around that pace of progress. If you had told him about this only minutes earlier, he would have dismissed it as lunacy. But, there it was, clear as day.

Orvan’s species was one of the few that had figured out faster-than-light travel on their own. And, would you, dear reader, like to know how much time it took them to go from splitting the atom to passing lightspeed?

604 years


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u/EntireNationOfSweden — 10 days ago
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Captain Orvan sat in his quarters, looking down at the computer console while he searched for the crew manifest. He had decided to go over all the information available to him regarding the...

He sighed to himself as he opened the spreadsheet with a click.

...The human.

At this point, as far as he was aware, he had been rushed to the infirmary and was being taken care of by the ship’s doctors. As far away from Orvan as was possible.

He was, however, wrong about this. At least he would become wrong about it in... two minutes or so?

The captain continued with what he was doing there at the back of the ship, unaware of the goings on at the front, in the medical quarters. There, about ten seconds earlier, the medical staff had just managed to lift the human into the largest bed they had. His feet were still hanging off the edge, dangling like two enormous loaves of bread in the air.

Despite all this effort, the bed was still about twenty centimeters too short. His body rocked side to side as the momentum left over from his enormous body being put down on the bed slowly subsided.

“So, this is the human, hm?” The slender, snake-like shape of Chief Physician Garuch appeared behind the rest of the medical team as they stood over the bed. His long face scrunched up as he studied the human in silence for a moment.

“Why is he so...” He started, gesturing with one end of his long body at the thin, slightly crispy-looking human. One of the nurses shrugged slightly as the group began fanning out around the room. “He’s abnormal,” the nurse responded as he hung up two of the largest IV bags they stocked. It was clear the stand wasn’t built to handle that amount of weight. The construction sagged and wobbled as he rolled it over to the side of the bed.

“Abnormal? Jorm, what do you mean by that?” Garuch said, looking back and forth at the small semi-bipedal reptile and his patient for a moment.

“Over twenty percent taller than the standard for his species, and almost twice as heavy,” Jorm responded matter-of-factly while prepping the human’s forearm for the IV.

Garuch’s body shuddered in annoyance as he watched his team plug the human into a series of monitoring devices. These devices had all been made before humanity was discovered, and had to be slightly modified to interface with their patient.

Beep...

Beep...

Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep—

The sound of the improvised heart rate monitor filled the room, suddenly increasing in speed just as Jorm inserted the needle into the human’s forearm. A loud thud filled the room as Jorm was suddenly thrown into the wall behind him, sliding down and landing on the ground with a slightly pathetic flopping noise.

The eyes of everyone still in the room snapped around at the human, who was now very much awake.

And staring straight at Jorm, who was trying to look as small as possible there against the wall.

“Oops,” he said as he sat up in the hospital bed, pressing his teeth together and inhaling sharply. “That was a decent impact,” he added before turning to the flabbergasted Garuch.

“What’s the gravity on this boat?”

“B...Boat??” He stuttered.

“Yes! Boat!” The human responded cheerfully, his lips curving upwards into a toothy smile, something which unnerved everyone present to their core.

“...exactly one mean safe acceleration unit?” Garuch responded.

The human blinked silently for a moment as his smile faltered, before rotating around on the spot and placing his feet on the ground.

“Well, that tells me nothing!” He exclaimed as he stood up, the sudden motion ripping the heart rate monitor straight off its desk and plunging it to the floor. Anyone still standing anywhere close to the human stumbled backwards as he rose to his full height.

And then, with a loud THONK, his head impacted the ceiling.

“OW!” He exclaimed as he bent over forwards, rushing his huge, soot-covered hands up to his head and holding them over the top of it. His long, curly black hair bobbed up and down as he jumped around in a small circle like a blind frog while grumbling to himself.

“Sir, are you feeling quite, uh...” Garuch finally spoke up as he watched the frankly ridiculous scene unfolding before him. He had to brace himself slightly against a nearby table to not collapse from the vibrations radiating outwards from the human.

“Are you feeling quite alright?” He added.

The human snapped his head around, his face perking up as he rubbed the top of his head.

“Doctor,” he corrected, wincing slightly.

“Yes?” The alien responded.

The human blinked for a moment while staring down at the confused-looking alien in front of him.

“No, I am.”

Garuch tilted his head to the side, silently looking up at him for a moment.

“...What?”

“You called me sir,” the human finally clarified while straightening himself as much as he could, barely avoiding the ceiling this time.

“Doctor. Doctor Heimy Molecular,” he stretched out one of his hands, placing it right in front of Garuch’s face with frightening speed. “Mostly gas,” he said with a smile.

Garuch recoiled slightly at the, at least to him, strange gesture. Though he had been trained in these kinds of things, this felt a bit different. He’d never talked to someone who could probably kill him entirely by accident.

He quickly looked over at Jorm, who, to his relief, was being looked at by one of the other nurses. Then, he reached out with one of his manipulators and grabbed the human’s hand.

“Garuch al-makbali, chief physician,” he responded, trying to introduce himself in a similar way. He winced slightly as his hand was firmly grabbed and shaken up and down by the pleased-looking man.

“Pleased to meet you! And, uh...” Heimy quickly turned his head around and looked over at Jorm.

“...Will they be okay?”

“Uh... Y-yes, he will be fine. Very hardy, his species,” Garuch added as he tried and failed to retract his hand from the human’s grasp.

“Ah! Good good. I was worried that— OH, FUCK!” He exclaimed as he released the startled physician’s hand and bolted towards the door. He moved with such absurd speed that no one in the room had time to react.

“MY STUFF! MY THINGS! MY DOODADS AND MY KNICK-KNACKS!” he yelled as he charged into the door, knocking it clean off its hinges as he slid to a stop in the corridor outside. It took only a moment, and he set off towards the stern of the ship.

“MY DOG!” Heimy’s voice quickly faded away in the distance. Everyone in the room stared out the doorway, making their various species-specific expressions of shock and confusion.

“What the hell is a dog??“ Garuch blurted out after a moment of silence.


Orvan squinted at the screen for a moment, readjusting himself as he leaned forward. He’d been looking for any information he could find on the human—information that had been scarce to say the least. All he could find was that he’d graduated from a school on his home world, the only place humans occupied in any large numbers.

He let out a tired chirp as he searched for the name of their home world. To him, this had all felt like an enormous waste of time, so he figured he might as well make the most of it.

“Sol-3… Earth… Huh, a planet..?” He mumbled to himself as he entered the text into a search bar, tapping one of his hands against the table as the information loaded. The terminal he was using was, well, to say it was old would be an understatement.

As soon as the data appeared on screen, however, his eyes shot open. He stared at the short list of information about humanity at the top, his beak slowly opening in shocked silence.

They had only discovered the neutron chain reaction two end-to-end human lifetimes ago, about 150 years if you were wondering.

One hundred and forty orbits around their star. And in that time, they had managed to make an FTL-capable spaceship.

That was… well, it was no time at all really. Orvan simply couldn't wrap his mind around that pace of progress. If you had told him about this only minutes earlier, he would have dismissed it as lunacy. But, there it was, clear as day.

Orvan’s species was one of the few that had figured out faster-than-light travel on their own. And, would you, dear reader, like to know how much time it took them to go from splitting the atom to passing lightspeed?

604 years


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u/EntireNationOfSweden — 11 days ago

A loud bang reverberated through the ship. The ultra-thin neutronium girders making up its central frame flexed dangerously for a moment before settling. Though just a few levels above them, something was behaving in the exact opposite way.

Or, well… Someone, I suppose.

Captain Orvan had been sitting quite contentedly in his chair on the bridge only moments before, his wings tucked neatly at his sides as he looked out the forward observation window. This was a common sight all over the galaxy; his species had filled a majority of captaincy spots for centuries.

A quirk of their evolution had made them almost completely unable to feel anything resembling fear—with the single exception of a crippling, species-wide fear of the ocean—as well as a predisposition for strategic thinking. This made for excellent military officers and, of course, ship captains. Though it did make for a pretty funny sight, seeing most ships being led by what were essentially giant, multi-armed dodos.

And so, in complete opposition to the previously mentioned girders, the captain sat calmly as the sound of the explosion tore through the air on the bridge, and for a short moment afterwards as the sound subsided. Then, as the rest of the crew began working to figure out what had caused it, they were quickly interrupted by yet another loud sound.The shrill voice of the captain rang out across the bridge as he slammed a clawed hand against his chair with a BANG. He quickly shot up from his seat, turning to the startled-looking systems officer. The captain’s temper, it seemed, was entirely unharmed by the meddling hands of evolution.

“Where in the seven hells did that sound come from?!” The captain shrieked.

Systems officer Cri’ma quickly glanced over at the towering captain as he strode towards her station. Her eyes snapped down to her console, and she immediately began scanning all the ship’s sensor readouts. The small bipedal rodent-like species she belonged to were well-suited for such roles due to their extremely dense and fast nervous systems. Their brains could process information at a speed nearly twenty times that of the average species.

Just as the furious captain reached her station, Cri’ma spun around in her chair to face him directly.

“The sound originated in bulkhead section aft-starboard 12, labeled as laboratory.” She replied, speaking so quickly that her words almost overlapped. Captain Orvan, whose blood pressure was getting to be high enough to operate a hydraulic press, just stood there staring down at her for a while.

“...Did. They blow up. My sh-“

“No sir, damage was contained within the bulkhead.” Cri’ma interrupted, as she seemed to have figured out what he was trying to say the moment he began saying it, and got bored with having to listen to it all.

Orvan stared at her for a long moment as a suffocating silence hung over the bridge. Casualties, Orvan realized. Someone might be dead. And, at that thought, just as quickly as his anger had boiled to the point of nearly detonating his cranium, it subsided.

“Zolg, Armuloq, with me.” He said, gesturing towards the two Varangians guarding the exit door. And, to any humans reading this, yes, that is in fact what their species is called. With so few possible names for things that sound any good to say out loud, you’re bound to get some overlap.

Either way, Orvan quickly made his way outside with the two huge, granite-colored guards, who looked big even when compared to the impressive stature of the captain, who stood at an impressive 1.5 meters in height.

Zolg looked down at the captain while trying to dodge a ceiling-mounted coolant pipe, whipping his head around and accidentally banging it into the wall.

“OW! CURSE MY MOTHER!” He yelped as he stumbled backwards, his back bumping into the opposite wall as he leaned against it.

Orvan stopped immediately upon hearing the sound, his body swiveling around as his eyes went back and forth between Zolg—who was in the process of checking if his faceplate had been chipped—and the near-perfect two-centimeter-deep imprint of his face now located on the wall.

The captain let out an exasperated chirp, taking a deep breath as he looked up at the ceiling, and… Wait a minute, he thought to himself, as he turned his head back down, looking around for the source of the strange odor that had snapped him back to reality. His search did not last long, as he was quickly made aware of the thick, black smoke lingering right against the ceiling just above him.

Without a moment of hesitation, he began to run as fast as his little legs could go, not giving more than a single thought to the two Varangians he was leaving behind. Their species had evolved a respiratory system that could filter out nearly any harmful chemical one could think of. Very useful that was, since their planet had been experiencing an enormous volcano outbreak during the last million years.

As he ran through the corridors towards the lab, his mind kept going back to that thought. Every species was special, in one way or another. He was, however, beginning to wonder about one species in particular. A species that was only represented by a single member on his ship. A member of the youngest civilisation to join the galactic community. A species that Orvan was beginning to regret letting on to his ship.

Humans.

A loud screech filled the air as the captain slid to a stop in front of the laboratory door—or, what was left of it, at least. The thin sliding door was bent outwards into an L-shape, letting whatever noxious chemicals had filled the destroyed space out into the ship’s atmosphere. The captain, who was now becoming increasingly certain that nothing and no one could have survived in there, took a few steps towards the mangled pile of metal and peeked into the soot-covered interior of the lab.

“Hello?” He squawked as he began trying to push his round body past the half-open door, quickly stopping as he heard a sound just inside the pitch-black room. And, just as he was about to speak again, he saw something move.

Something big.

Orvan quickly took a step back as the shape got closer and closer to the doorway, shuffling around the debris covering the floor. He stared in shocked silence as an enormous, soot-covered hand emerged from the darkness, wrapping around the head of the doorway in a slow, deliberate motion. A small crowd had gathered near the door just after the captain arrived, and they were now staring in frightened silence at the shadowy figure emerging from the darkness.

The shape slowly bent forward, as it was much too tall to fit through the door at its full height. And then, slowly, a head appeared just below the large, bony hand. It was covered in long, black locks of hair that were pointing in almost every direction imaginable. Though the hair wasn’t what Orvan was focusing on. He was busy trying to keep his lower beak attached as he grappled with how absurdly tall the being in front of him was. He knew that the door was just over two meters in height, which should have been more than enough for any member of any known species to use comfortably.

As he stood there, equally worried for the human who must have been trapped in there with this thing and confounded at how the hell it had gotten onto his ship in the first place. He continued staring as it turned its head up towards him, the two huge, brown, forward-facing eyes of the thing locking onto him with terrifying speed.

And then, just as Orvan thought he might actually be about to die, the thing did something close to being the last thing he expected of it.

It spoke.

In a deep, booming voice, it addressed the captain.

“Hello, I am Doctor Heimy Molecular,” it began, stretching out one of its enormous hands towards the captain, who was too busy processing the absolutely nonsensical name he had just heard to really do anything else.

“…What?” The captain said, staring up at the thing, which promptly nodded in response.

“Mostly gas,” it added, before its arm suddenly went limp and it began tipping forward, nearly crushing Orvan as its body hit the floor with a deafening thud.

Orvan, along with the now generously sized crowd of variously sized aliens, quickly gathered around the collapsed giant, who even dwarfed the enormous Varangians who were once again standing just behind the captain.

“Uh, sir,” one of them began while pointing at the floor, “Why is the human sleeping on the job?”

Orvan’s eyes widened as he stared down at the collapsed human lying before him, the same reaction coming over much of the crowd. The captain was, in that moment, realising what was so special about humans.

They were huge, absurdly durable...

And completely, utterly mad.

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u/EntireNationOfSweden — 17 days ago
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A loud bang reverberated through the ship. The ultra-thin neutronium girders making up its central frame flexed dangerously for a moment before settling. Though just a few levels above them, something was behaving in the exact opposite way.

Or, well… Someone, I suppose.

Captain Orvan had been sitting quite contentedly in his chair on the bridge only moments before, his wings tucked neatly at his sides as he looked out the forward observation window. This was a common sight all over the galaxy; his species had filled a majority of captaincy spots for centuries.

A quirk of their evolution had made them almost completely unable to feel anything resembling fear—with the single exception of a crippling, species-wide fear of the ocean—as well as a predisposition for strategic thinking. This made for excellent military officers and, of course, ship captains. Though it did make for a pretty funny sight, seeing most ships being led by what were essentially giant, multi-armed dodos.

And so, in complete opposition to the previously mentioned girders, the captain sat calmly as the sound of the explosion tore through the air on the bridge, and for a short moment afterwards as the sound subsided. Then, as the rest of the crew began working to figure out what had caused it, they were quickly interrupted by yet another loud sound.The shrill voice of the captain rang out across the bridge as he slammed a clawed hand against his chair with a BANG. He quickly shot up from his seat, turning to the startled-looking systems officer. The captain’s temper, it seemed, was entirely unharmed by the meddling hands of evolution.

“Where in the seven hells did that sound come from?!” The captain shrieked.

Systems officer Cri’ma quickly glanced over at the towering captain as he strode towards her station. Her eyes snapped down to her console, and she immediately began scanning all the ship’s sensor readouts. The small bipedal rodent-like species she belonged to were well-suited for such roles due to their extremely dense and fast nervous systems. Their brains could process information at a speed nearly twenty times that of the average species.

Just as the furious captain reached her station, Cri’ma spun around in her chair to face him directly.

“The sound originated in bulkhead section aft-starboard 12, labeled as laboratory.” She replied, speaking so quickly that her words almost overlapped. Captain Orvan, whose blood pressure was getting to be high enough to operate a hydraulic press, just stood there staring down at her for a while.

“...Did. They blow up. My sh-“

“No sir, damage was contained within the bulkhead.” Cri’ma interrupted, as she seemed to have figured out what he was trying to say the moment he began saying it, and got bored with having to listen to it all.

Orvan stared at her for a long moment as a suffocating silence hung over the bridge. Casualties, Orvan realized. Someone might be dead. And, at that thought, just as quickly as his anger had boiled to the point of nearly detonating his cranium, it subsided.

“Zolg, Armuloq, with me.” He said, gesturing towards the two Varangians guarding the exit door. And, to any humans reading this, yes, that is in fact what their species is called. With so few possible names for things that sound any good to say out loud, you’re bound to get some overlap.

Either way, Orvan quickly made his way outside with the two huge, granite-colored guards, who looked big even when compared to the impressive stature of the captain, who stood at an impressive 1.5 meters in height.

Zolg looked down at the captain while trying to dodge a ceiling-mounted coolant pipe, whipping his head around and accidentally banging it into the wall.

“OW! CURSE MY MOTHER!” He yelped as he stumbled backwards, his back bumping into the opposite wall as he leaned against it.

Orvan stopped immediately upon hearing the sound, his body swiveling around as his eyes went back and forth between Zolg—who was in the process of checking if his faceplate had been chipped—and the near-perfect two-centimeter-deep imprint of his face now located on the wall.

The captain let out an exasperated chirp, taking a deep breath as he looked up at the ceiling, and… Wait a minute, he thought to himself, as he turned his head back down, looking around for the source of the strange odor that had snapped him back to reality. His search did not last long, as he was quickly made aware of the thick, black smoke lingering right against the ceiling just above him.

Without a moment of hesitation, he began to run as fast as his little legs could go, not giving more than a single thought to the two Varangians he was leaving behind. Their species had evolved a respiratory system that could filter out nearly any harmful chemical one could think of. Very useful that was, since their planet had been experiencing an enormous volcano outbreak during the last million years.

As he ran through the corridors towards the lab, his mind kept going back to that thought. Every species was special, in one way or another. He was, however, beginning to wonder about one species in particular. A species that was only represented by a single member on his ship. A member of the youngest civilisation to join the galactic community. A species that Orvan was beginning to regret letting on to his ship.

Humans.

A loud screech filled the air as the captain slid to a stop in front of the laboratory door—or, what was left of it, at least. The thin sliding door was bent outwards into an L-shape, letting whatever noxious chemicals had filled the destroyed space out into the ship’s atmosphere. The captain, who was now becoming increasingly certain that nothing and no one could have survived in there, took a few steps towards the mangled pile of metal and peeked into the soot-covered interior of the lab.

“Hello?” He squawked as he began trying to push his round body past the half-open door, quickly stopping as he heard a sound just inside the pitch-black room. And, just as he was about to speak again, he saw something move.

Something big.

Orvan quickly took a step back as the shape got closer and closer to the doorway, shuffling around the debris covering the floor. He stared in shocked silence as an enormous, soot-covered hand emerged from the darkness, wrapping around the head of the doorway in a slow, deliberate motion. A small crowd had gathered near the door just after the captain arrived, and they were now staring in frightened silence at the shadowy figure emerging from the darkness.

The shape slowly bent forward, as it was much too tall to fit through the door at its full height. And then, slowly, a head appeared just below the large, bony hand. It was covered in long, black locks of hair that were pointing in almost every direction imaginable. Though the hair wasn’t what Orvan was focusing on. He was busy trying to keep his lower beak attached as he grappled with how absurdly tall the being in front of him was. He knew that the door was just over two meters in height, which should have been more than enough for any member of any known species to use comfortably.

As he stood there, equally worried for the human who must have been trapped in there with this thing and confounded at how the hell it had gotten onto his ship in the first place. He continued staring as it turned its head up towards him, the two huge, brown, forward-facing eyes of the thing locking onto him with terrifying speed.

And then, just as Orvan thought he might actually be about to die, the thing did something close to being the last thing he expected of it.

It spoke.

In a deep, booming voice, it addressed the captain.

“Hello, I am Doctor Heimy Molecular,” it began, stretching out one of its enormous hands towards the captain, who was too busy processing the absolutely nonsensical name he had just heard to really do anything else.

“…What?” The captain said, staring up at the thing, which promptly nodded in response.

“Mostly gas,” it added, before its arm suddenly went limp and it began tipping forward, nearly crushing Orvan as its body hit the floor with a deafening thud.

Orvan, along with the now generously sized crowd of variously sized aliens, quickly gathered around the collapsed giant, who even dwarfed the enormous Varangians who were once again standing just behind the captain.

“Uh, sir,” one of them began while pointing at the floor, “Why is the human sleeping on the job?”

Orvan’s eyes widened as he stared down at the collapsed human lying before him, the same reaction coming over much of the crowd. The captain was, in that moment, realising what was so special about humans.

They were huge, absurdly durable...

And completely, utterly mad.


Note from the author: Well, hope you enjoyed that! I've been battling a biblical case of writer's block, combined with trying to get through engineering school. Fluid dynamics' got hands. I've been wanting to write something a bit less serious, so I'd love some feedback on the style/pacing/anything really!

I was playing around for a bit with whether to write this as a one-shot or not, and I decided that if people like it, I'll write a bit more :3

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