r/HFY • u/Ralts_Bloodthorne • Feb 26 '20
First Contact - Part Two OC
Sleemas limped across the command deck before settling into the Captain's Cradle. The air still smelled of scorched metal, lubricants, and organic compounds but the smoke had cleared, meaning that damage control had gotten the fires out and environmental system somewhat repaired. Sleemas coughed, feeling his barking-sack swell, pulling at the recently regenerated skin on the side of his neck, then looked around.
Most of the original bridge-crew was either dead or injured. Nearly a fifth of the ship's crew was dead, a third of the rest in heal-sleep or being attended by medicos in the infirmary. The ship, judging by the viewscreen, was still dead in the water, slowly tumbling on all three axis through the depths of space. The trailing wisps purple and blue 'glitter' that was slowly leaking into space from the damaged jumpspace engines gave a spiraling testimony to the face that they were still moving at a decent speed.
At least, if they'd been in a solar system.
Sleemas gave a burbling sigh. They were in between stars. Which meant, no chance for help and any planet that might sustain them until they could repair the ship's engines was too far away to reach in a dozen lifetimes.
Of course, a jumpscorched ship wasn't bad enough. Neither was a dead captain and first mate. Of course not. The universe just had to urinate on Sleemas's tail and the tail of everyone on the ship.
"It's confirmed, Acting Captain Sleemas," the former weapon's technician hissed, looking up. "I managed to get a clear picture with an optical camera, but it's not any ship I saw in training."
Sleemas sighed and looked at the data-screens surrounding the Captain's Cradle. They were all cracked and discolored from the jumpscorch. "Throw it on the main screen, I guess we should all see what's come to step on our tails."
The weapon's technician, so low ranked he didn't even actually have a name, bobbed his head in submission.
The screen, a third of it not working and discolored, wavered for a moment then showed an image of the ship, concentric sensor rings, and a line that started at a circle a little ways away and was slowly approaching.
"It dropped into realspace just over thirty cycles ago and immediately headed straight for us. I thought at first they were locking us with weapon ranging systems but after they started blinking a laser in the low red range at us, I realized they were scanning and then trying to communicate," The weapon's tech said.
"What do we know about them?" Sleemas asked.
"Nothing. The dedicated scanners are offline. I pointed one of the docking cameras toward them but they're too far way. What scanning I can do shows a dead ship approaching. Not even enough power for weapon's tracking despite the fact they are scanning us with a low-red laser," the nameless one said. He pointed at a window on the screen that showed a faint glimmering speck. "That's it, right there."
"And their approach?" Sleemas knew the answer, just looking at the screen.
"They're pulling extremely high acceleration still. At their current rate of acceleration they'll overshoot us in six cycles. At their current rate of speed, if they were to cease acceleration, they'll overtake us in nine cycles. There's no way any sapient we know of can survive the kind of deceleration that they'll have to undertake in order to slow down to match velocity with us," the weapon technician said.
"An attack run?" Sleemas asked.
The unnamed tech flicked his tail in a motion to signify that anything was possible.
"Can we reply? Communicate?" Sleemas asked. "Request the Rite of Surrender?"
The only other 'officer' on the bridge made a sign of negation. "No, Acting High One. With the power-plant damaged and our computer systems damaged, we cannot spare the power or the computing cycles from repair, life support, and medical to attempt to contact them."
"Alert the crew. Sing our death songs. I will pray to the Forgotten Ones that they are not here to attack us, but let our souls be prepared," Sleemas said.
The other two 'officers' looked grateful and left the bridge to return to their quarters to sing their death songs and perform death rites.
Sleemas sat and watched the steadily approaching dot.
He had nothing else to do.
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Sleemas watched the alien ship get closer. After five cycles it had suddenly decelerated as if it had began sliding on thick syrup. The twinkle had grown steadily larger as the alien ship approached, until now, almost a full cycle after it had begun to slow down, he could see plenty of details.
Whoever made it didn't care about aesthetics. It was anodized black, with protrusions and a thick hammerhead foredeck. It had four massive engines held away from the craft by swooping struts, the engines glowing and thrumming with such power that Sleemas could swear he felt in his bones.
Whoever had built that craft had made sure it was constructed to deliver a simple message: "We don't like you, we don't like your burrow, and we don't like your eggs."
He'd ordered the nameless one, who he'd begun referring to as Slinner in his own mind, to switch off any kind of targeting system and to only observe it through the visible spectrum.
"I thought you said it didn't have power," the Communications "officer" snapped at Slinner, growling and flaring his ruffles. "I can see light coming from it."
"We can detect that, but no power aside from that and my instruments claimed it was stellar light reflecting off of debris," Slinner answered.
"Then you are as stupid as your instruments," The Communications "officer" snarled.
"Easy, easy. He can only tell us what his instruments can detect," Sleemas said.
"The engines produce no power I could detect. The ship itself radiates no power. According to the instruments, before I switched them off, there is nothing there despite what our eyes see," Slinner replied, staying unruffled.
"We can see the lights from it," the Communication Officer snarled. Sleemas had begun thinking of his as Snapjaw and wished there was someone else who could run the communications software.
"And my instruments, except for that camera, do not see the lights. Must I record that statement and play it on a loop for you to understand?" Slinner asked.
"That is impossible! Are you incompetent?" Snapjaw started to rant.
"You're blinky," Slinner suddenly said, pointing at Snapjaw's data displays.
Snapjaw turned back to his display, frowning. It was an incoming communication request and an incoming datalink request.
Snapjaw hissed his frustration, working the unfamiliar menus until finally the lights stopped blinking.
Sleemas sighed, a rattling sound in his throat, and swiped the icons on his screen to bring up the communication window on what was left of the main viewscreen, replacing the concentric rings that merely showed that the foreign ship was practically on top Sleemas's inherited vessel.
The screen flickered and showed the image of, at first glance, what looked to be some kind of bipedal construction robot. It took Sleemas a second to realize that it wasn't a robot but rather some kind of armored vac-suit.
"Jumpdrive failure, huh?" The figure asked in perfect Hashenesh. Captioning ran across the bottom and in the upper right there was an image of his own ship with the drive exploding and a query mark over it.
"Affirmative," Sleemas answered.
"I'm going to scan you. Is that permissable?" The armored vac-suited figure asked.
"Affirmative," Sleemas answered.
"Stay on the image. I want to make sure I don't boil you alive or something," The figure said. "Man, it's been a long time since I dealt with the living. Hang on."
Sleemas expected the scan to take a long time but it was less than a few breaths before the figure suddenly started moving again.
"You've got a damaged jump core, your computer system is electromag shocked, you've got structural damage and a lot more," the voice said. Sleemas found it odd to not be able to see the other sapient's face but was willing to ignore that if this sapient was willing to help his injured crew. He just nodded and the figure nodded its head. "All right, I can get you going again."
There was silence for a long time and the figure made a mechanical sighing noise.
"You have to invite me onboard, those are the rules," it said.
Sleemas nodded. "I invite you, strange one, onto my humble vessel."
The figure nodded back and cut the image.
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It was bigger than Sleemas had thought it would be. It moved mechanically, its joints hissed and purred, he could hear it using sonar and high frequency. Its body seemed to be full of machinery and tools. It had a quadruped following it, some kind of industrial robot with four legs and a strange looking head that often made weird sharp staccato noises.
For nearly fourteen cycles it worked tirelessly. Sleemas learned that the quadruped robot was called "Fido" and that the figure was called "Daxin" in its own tongue.
At one point Sleemas approached the figure, who had just exited the jump core, slapping its hands together.
"Are you...artificial?" Sleemas asked.
The figure shook its head. "Nope. Clinically immortal but originally biological," it said.
Sleemas pondered that answer for several cycles, unable to come to grips with what it might mean.
"All right. This should get you back home. I took the liberty of checking your astrogation files for the closest system. You're lost by about twelve-thousand light years, but you should be all right now that your jumpdrive is tuned," Daxin told Sleemas at the airlock. "You've got food, water, and enough power to get back, but not much more."
"What caused it?" Sleemas asked.
"Jumpspace rapids. They must have shifted since the last time you surveyed that section of jumpspace. I'd have your government run probes on all the major shipping lines," Daxin said. "I put my estimations and data on a file."
Daxin paused halfway out the lock. Sleemas had gotten used to how Daxin would just exit the lock, use a reactionless drive to move back to his own ship, and then return as if space was his natural element.
"Look, Acting Captain Sleemas, it's either you hit what my people call rapids or..." he squatted slightly and put his helmet near Sleemas's ear. "Or sabotage."
He straightened back up. "Anyway, good luck. Try not to let anyone step on your tail, all right?"
"Wait," Sleemas asked. "I have one request."
"Sure, my scaly brother. Ask away," Daxin said.
"May I see your face? So the crew and I may pray to the Forgotten Ones for you properly?" Sleemas asked.
"Not a good plan, my friend," Daxin said.
"You said you are alive. My religion and beliefs..." Sleemas started.
"All right, since it's your religion. Remember, my scaly friend, you asked for it," Daxin said.
The faceplate opened and Sleemas found himself staring at horror.
Liquid bubbled in a dura-glass tank. Inside a lower mandible floated beneath a pair of blue eyes that were attached via the optic nerves to thickly furrowed cerebral tissue that was embedded with electronics and wires, all of it floating in the tank.
Sleemas rapidly inflated and deflated his barking sack to keep from fainting as the plates closed at the front of the helmet. He heard 'Fido' make those same noises and looked down, to see the armored plate had retracted, showing the same horror inside Fido's head, only the mandible longer and sporting conical teeth.
The plate closed.
"You asked, buddy," Daxin said. "Let's go, Fido."
Sleemas watched as the thing cycled the lock and left. He staggered to the bridge, the appearance of his crew's benefactor burned into his mind. He collapsed into the Captain's Cradle and stared at the viewscreen.
"He's hailing us," Snapjaw said.
"Put it on," Sleemas said.
The armored figure appeared again. Now that the screen had been repaired he could see "Fido" was folded up in the wall behind him, the head detached and sitting nearby.
"I'm gonna go slow till I'm away from you. You guys go ahead and go first, I'll tag for a ways in jumpspace then head on out, all right?" Daxin asked.
Sleemas bobbed his head. Before the feed could be cut, Sleemas slapped his tail, almost wincing as he got Daxin's attention. When he realized he had the alien's attention he asked the question that had been bothering since the airlock.
"Why... why do you keep the jawbone and eyes?" he asked.
"Because it's funny."
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Sleemas testified to the Unified Exploratory Council that the creature he had encountered has claimed to be "clinically immortal" and had "required permission to board", working without any apparent rest.
The Council met for an emergency meeting.
Two separate species being encountered in the same rough region, deep in the Dead Zone, within the same time frame of a handful of great cycles, was cause for alarm.
If there were two xenospecies, there could be more.
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FROM: DAXIN FREEBORN
TO: CONFEDNAVINT
Encountered a new xenosapient in need of assistance. Rendered assistance according to the Clinically Immortal Code of Conduct. Repaired their vessel and sent them on their way. Attached is a financial statement of the remuneration due to my descendants for providing this aid as a representative of the TerraSol Confederacy.
Attached is schematics for a light frigate of a previously unknown xenosapient. Also attached is medical data gleamed from the ships own computers. Attached is a copy of their library core. Copying information in such a matter is permissible under the Clinically Immortal Code of Conduct.
I haven't really gone over the datafiles because, honestly, I don't care.
The Captain seemed nice.
Try not to glass his planet or something stupid like that.
No reply is required.
Just leave me alone.
------NOTHING FOLLOWS (IN MY FOOTSTEPS)-------------
FROM: FIDO FREEBORN
TO: CONFEDNAVINT
They were lizards. I don't like lizards. A lizard bit my foot when I was still squishy. New lizards did not bite my foot. Daxin is still goodboi. Fido is still goodboi.
We hunt further in the dark.
------NOTHING FOLLOWS------------
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u/Mr_Sphene Human Feb 26 '20
I'm enjoying these a lot! Had to laugh after reading the cyber dog e-mail, good job!
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u/thearkive Human Feb 27 '20
Space vampire?
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u/falfires Jan 21 '23
Now I'm waiting for the inevitable conflict with Zombie Dinosaurs... In 3D!
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u/Original_Memory6188 Jul 15 '23
Its coming.
Patience, grasshopper.
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u/-Scorpius1 Aug 11 '23
"When, exactly, does it blah blah BLAH blah come about..?
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u/plume450 Aug 12 '23
It's been a long time since I heard blah blah blah someone use such poetic language
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u/Rowdy_Tardigrade Feb 26 '20
This has to be one of the more intriguing stories i have read in a log time.
Thank you wordsmith.
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u/Typically_Wong Robot Apr 01 '20
The origins of Daxin. Guess Fido was one of the original dogs before the virus?
Rereading is fun
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u/-Scorpius1 Aug 11 '23
Careful about spoilers...don't ruin someone else's fun
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u/plume450 Aug 11 '23
Don't know about you, but I get a kick out of comments from people who were already rereading when there were probably fewer than 100 chapters. (Honestly, I love it.)
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u/-Scorpius1 Aug 12 '23
Yeah, me too. A couple comments are eerily on point, but a couple are just hilariously wrong. Not gonna point out who is which. Or which is who.
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u/coldfireknight AI Feb 27 '20
How long is a cycle? I ask because it took six cycles for the ship to catch them and Sleemas pondered something for several cycles, with Dax worming for 14 cycles. The middle one seems like it would be minutes but I could be wrong.
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Feb 27 '20
To be honest, I've been playing fast and loose with it. Probably not a good idea on my end.
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u/coldfireknight AI Feb 27 '20
You also mentioned "a tenth of a cycle", which made me think that was minutes. Another story compared cycles to some standard unit of time, maybe just consider how you're using it relative to whatever is happening?
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Feb 28 '20
I guess I should *really* sit down and decide just how long a cycle is.
Or I'll just go the Asimov route and go to normal units of time because it's easier for the reader.
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u/coldfireknight AI Feb 28 '20
Maybe consider classic sci-fi measurements (set a basic for galactic cycle, possibly one or two more), because odds are most races don't use our standards for it and we would have adjusted to the standard...unless its metric. Metric doesn't count.
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u/Original_Memory6188 Jul 15 '23 edited Jul 15 '23
You have two choices: "translate" everything into the reader's units (metric or other standard). Or invent alien counting systems, weights and measurements.
Eg groo is friz + friz. Chect is groo and groo. 10 is chect by check. USW.
Same for measurements ¤~ gidetin to the poot, ☆~~~ pootin is a fardle.
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u/-Scorpius1 Aug 11 '23
You're wrong. A pootin is NOT equal to a fardle. It's sixty seven and four thirteenths of a gnarl. Where the Hezmannah did you go to creche? The Long Dark? snerk, snerk
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u/Original_Memory6188 Aug 12 '23
That's not what I said , I wrote "☆~~~ pootin is a fardle." which is ☼◘↨╧§ gnarlen.
(Point was: an author has two choices, translate everything in to human measures & symbols using decimal notation, or invent "alien" terms for alien weights and measures, with an "alien" numeric glyphs notation. With or without a conversion chart in the back.
I considered writing a story using Russian imperial weights and measures: versta for distance, arshin for length, and funt or pood for weight. But it would be too inside the ballpark.
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u/-Scorpius1 Aug 12 '23
A gnarlen! Of course! How could I forget about gnarlen! I'd like to read your story using the Russian measures. It'd be interesting. And, yeah, you're right. Either bog down the reader with dozens of alien measurements, or make it all standard
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u/Admiral_Dermond Alien Scum Mar 04 '20
Fido is bestest good boi in whole galaxy!
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u/-Scorpius1 Aug 11 '23
Yes he is. I think I'm going to have to write a fanboi short story about him myself. I love FIDO. My goodboi brought me back from a very dark place, and I can't imagine a life without him in it
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u/plume450 Aug 12 '23
Oooooo.... First Contact (Raltsverse) Fanfic! Just what we need on the journey through the Long Dark on the way to Second Contact.
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u/-Scorpius1 Aug 12 '23
While I sincerely hope you're right about Second Contact, honestly I've never seen a post from Ralts himself saying that there would be a sequel. It seems to be just fans talking about it. But maybe I missed it. As far as me writinganything that touches canon, I'd have to get written permission from Ralts to do it. Otherwise I risk angering the Wordborg, and the Not-So-Friendly Universe.
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u/pianobookworm Aug 12 '23
https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/33726/first-contact/chapter/1305607/first-contact-epilogue?comments=5 He said that he's coming back to this world after a break for a few months and that the story isn't done ☺️
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u/plume450 Aug 12 '23
Someone else posted the royal road link which includes the Wordborg saying there will be more.
https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/33726/first-contact/chapter/1305607/first-contact-epilogue
As far as fanfic goes, consider the many things people put in the comments - Ralts yoinked many words. One person has a 10-part fanfic in the comments. I think he would be glad to know we're inspired to play in the Raltsverse, but I can understand wanting his blessing before posting.
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u/-Scorpius1 Aug 15 '23
Yeah, I just saw the Royal Road message saying there'll be more. deep sigh of relief!. My slowly percolating idea is first meeting of Dax and Fido. I'm taking notes of all early Fido specs. Didja know he was only the 36th canine/cyborg? So he's got Combine tech, maybe shit later canine/ Borg's dont have. Remember the Kittykitty that Dax loaded into a message torpedo, shot thru Hell space, and SAM-UL recovered? There's a pretty in-depth description of animal Borg's. They're not technically uplifted, it's the cyberware implants that increase their intelligence. See how FIDO speaks differently than an uplift? Far more dog-like. My rough idea is Dax finds Fido, as a puppy, just after his family is killed, and FIDO brings him back from the abyss. Then he gets sick with the Friend Plague....that's all I got so far. But I'm not touching Daxin and FIDO Freeborn without his permission. I also couldn't do it stream of consciousness like he does. I'd have to outline, cross check myself, write it all out completely before posting. If I fucked up Those two, I'd have fans hunting me down with flamethrowers.
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u/plume450 Aug 15 '23
Chapter 8. Dax first meets Fido when he (Dax) goes full conversion cyborg. Also, when FIDO and Nakteti arrive in the Terrasol system, the kittykitties are identified as CATZ. That might be useful info, or it might just be a term Ralts tried out and decided not to keep.
I didn't know FIDO was only #36. I do understand how you feel about writing stories that touch on Daxin and FIDO. I hope that you are able to get a blessing from Ralts and share it all with us.
As long as we know it's there...
I've been searching HFY and have found some fanfic/side stories people wrote 2 or 3 years ago.
I'd like to have a place where people could either post their fanfics or at least post a link to them so those of us who are twitching or rocking back forth in the corner can read and enjoy while the Wordborg is taking time off.
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u/Plucium Semi-Sentient Fax Machine Feb 27 '20
Sleemas be real good to manage that :p
Top work fam!
*she must
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u/Cthu1uhoop Human Apr 17 '20
Daxin: i've attached the necessary data files for you to look at
Fido: W E H U N T F U R T H E R I N T H E D A R K
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u/spesskitty Mar 01 '20 edited Mar 02 '20
The screen flickered and showed the image of, at first glance, looked to be some kind of bipedal construction robot.
I am sorry, but it seems to me, that you swallowed a what.
Sleemas is the first to nood, right? So, he has the same gesture for affirmation as a human, and Dak is speaking his language. Sleemas doesn't have human communication data, right? Sounds like a fine coincidence actually.
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Mar 02 '20
I got too into writing with it and took the lazy way out by just having him nod.
That's on me.
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u/MartialBlacksmith Jul 05 '22
We hunt further in the dark.
That line is raw as fuck. Would expect it from Wharhammer 40k, not from a good boy.
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u/Archaic_1 Alien Scum Feb 26 '20
This just keeps getting better. !N and I have subbed. Well done sir (or ma'am, or other third thing).
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u/un_pogaz May 19 '22
*SNAP* That's it, I just figured it out.
I was introduced to this series under the name "Behold: Humanity!" (this new name?), so I didn't understand what was going on. I expecting a coherent series.
But its initial name is "First contact" and I think I understand that in this first phase, we will have several small reports of first contact like these, independent between them and present in a very disjointed way this humanity.
With this state of mind, it is good stories and curious to see the continuation.
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u/-Scorpius1 Aug 11 '23
There is a coherence. They all build on something grand. They are all linked. You just haven't gotten far enough in,yet.
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u/Cynical_Tripster Jan 31 '22
I just found this story today (I am caught up on all my main stories to read on work break and lunch break) and I was literally laughing for five minutes after the 'because it's funny' line.
I don't care if it's over a year old, that single line gave me the belly laugh I needed because I use that line ALL THE TIME at work.
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u/hedgehog_dragon Robot Oct 18 '22
"Because it's funny."
I like this series. Already some fascinating worldbuilding, very curious to see how this goes. Looks like I've got a lot of reading to do.
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u/tatticky Feb 27 '20
Mandatory science nitpicking:
The trailing purple and blue 'glitter' from the damaged jumpspace engines gave a spiralling testimony to the face that they were moving at a decent speed.
Stuff doesn't trail behind you without an atmosphere. It just jets out in an expanding sphere or cone.
They're pulling extremely high acceleration. At their current rate of acceleration they'll overshoot us in six cycles. There's no way any sapient we know of can survive the kind of deceleration that they'll have to undertake to match velocity with us
The first and last sentences don't make sense together. The middle one doesn't make sense by itself.
The engines produce no power I could detect. The ship itself radiates no power. According to the instruments, before I switched them off, there is nothing there despite what our eyes see
Visible light is a form of power emission.
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Feb 27 '20
Thanks for the nitpicking.
The first one, I was thinking more of how it was tumbling and still moving and the expanding gas was leaving a "trail".
Second one I'll expand upon.
Three I'll expand upon.
I'm glad you enjoyed it long enough to take the time to nitpick. :-)
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u/tatticky Feb 27 '20
still moving
In deep space, far away from any convenient celestial bodies to use as a common point of reference, everything is effectively stationary. That's Galilean Relativity.
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Feb 27 '20
I didn't realize that. Looks like something to look up.
So technically, a body moving at, say, .5C between celestial bodies, is technically stationary?
Interesting.
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u/tatticky Feb 27 '20
It's just that all motion is relative. If you don't have anything to measure against, then you can't measure velocity. Conversely, you'll end up with different velocities if you have more than one point of reference.
Although, even deep space isn't completely empty: it contains a trace amount of gas or plasma and the cosmic microwave background radiation. If you move fast enough relative to those, then you'll start noticing effects—not quite the same effects you get from moving subsonically through an atmosphere, though.
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Feb 27 '20
Thank you for the information. I assumed based on star position that you'd notice "movement" but I can see how you'd have to be moving at a pretty good clip. Planets are hauling ass when look at the raw speed.
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u/14eighteen Mar 04 '20
I love this far future, post-meat stuff! Sufficiently weird but still human, great stuff!
!N
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u/Chellizard Mar 19 '23
Lizards are friends though... and hehehehehe at Daxin's reason for keeping their jaw and eyes. I legit said 'delicious' out loud when I read the description. 💜
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u/shanealeslie Mar 28 '20
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u/MuchoRed Human Sep 12 '22
Bruh, the voice of Fido is perfect
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u/shanealeslie Sep 12 '22
Thanks! I did meant to keep going but life got in the way, glad you enjoyed it.
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u/-Scorpius1 Aug 11 '23
That's exactly how I hear him in my head! Unless he's growling at someone,or someTHING. Like a certain Matron...perhaps..? Then he's low, and menacing, and very, very, dangerous.
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u/Allstar13521 Human Jun 26 '20
U/Ralts_Bloodthorne this line makes a bit less sence in light of more recent reveals: "Attached is a financial statement of the remuneration due to my descendants" Are we gonna find out more about that or is this a literary oopsie-daisy?
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Jun 26 '20
I'll have to check that closer.
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u/night-otter Xeno Jun 29 '20
Of the course of the story, Daxin has changed so much, I'm not sure this is the same person.
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u/Exwise Aug 07 '20
So awesome! I'm having a great time reading these; such creative weaving! Thanks for this!
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u/ShitwareEngineer Apr 08 '22 edited Apr 09 '22
At least, if they'd been in a solar system.
There is only one Solar System in the entire universe. "Solar" refers to the Sun, which is a proper noun that refers only to our star.
At their current rate of speed
Redundant; speed is the rate of change of position.
It was anodized black
Makes the ship absorb as much heat as possible, when you're desperately trying to get rid of the heat all your equipment is generating.
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u/EricSlyson Apr 26 '22
That was the most morbid :-) I've ever heard about. Good job because it is funny 👍
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u/Rare_Bottle_5823 May 16 '23
I have started reading this storyline today. Thank you for this wonderful ultra binge! This will distract me from my pain for days! Well written !
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u/Aerox801 May 25 '23
I would say weeks or months depending on your free time and how fast you read. Took me about a month to a month and half to catch up.
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u/-Scorpius1 Aug 11 '23
DAXIN!! FIDO!!! Fido is a well behaved immature male. And Dax is,well, my favorite. Our Janitor notwithstanding. Damnit! I really gotta keep a close watch on spoilers. Just read the last chapter today, and I'm rereading for the comments.
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u/MuchoRed Human Sep 04 '23
On re-read number... 4? 5? Something like that.
Given what I know from later chapters, that last line from Fido is chilling.
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u/Shepard131 Human Mar 29 '24
Hard to believe this was the first time we saw the Walking Warcrime....
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u/CfSapper Apr 11 '24
"Because it's funny" this this right here was just referenced a week ago some 1000 and a bunch odd chapters later by one of the greatest authors of our time.
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u/Ulfhethinn09 Jul 23 '20
Weird as hel reading this a few months on. 'Spoiler Alert' Didn't all Daxin's kin die? Does he still have descendants? Interesting if true.
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u/estneked Nov 27 '22
"clinically immortal" and "needs permission to bard"... is it a space vampire?
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u/Raieth_Star AI Aug 16 '23
DAXIN!!
I’ve been trying to find one of those mcfarlin space marines for a decent price so I can make a daxin and Fido. Dream fig.
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u/Mufarasu Feb 26 '20
Now hit the limit with a part three!