Humans, Apex, Avians, Glitches and Novakid: between these races, peace is a relatively simple thing. Sure, each has their more... aggressive... individuals and groups, but conflict between them is few and far between. No, the true hurdle on the track towards galactic unity is between the Hylotl and the Floran. Why can these species not get along? The answer, to me, is a simple one: they've never really given the other a chance. Perhaps now, now that the Hylotl have been settled into their new homes and the Floran are learning the value of alliances, peace can finally be obtained. Mission 1: I, Rayze Darr, am a Hylotl. I came to X Alshain 786 IV a, this small arid moon circling the gas giant X Alshain 786 IV, located at -70418837, -12566644 (on Windows XP), because I had heard about a small village of Floran that resided here; a village of Floran who were renown for their great strides towards living more peaceful and tranquil lives. If there was to eventually be peace between our kind, it seemed as good a place as any to start. The villagers seemed hungry. Hungry for knowledge. They seemed thrilled at the opportunity to hear what I had to say; to learn everything that they could about the Hylotl. One Floran, who called herself Fishgutter, was especially eager to share with me the wondrous things she had already heard about our species. I spent a couple of days at the village, turning myself into a near literal fountain of knowledge, spraying out information for all of these beautiful Floran to bathe in and learn. They were more than hospitable, even allowing me the opportunity for trade and other such recreation. But the time came that I had to move on. I had to report in the status of the mission, and I had many other planets to visit. As a whole though, I consider this expedition to be an astounding success. Perhaps, some day soon, the Hylotl and the Floran can learn to put aside their differences and become allies. I greatly look forward to seeing these kind souls again. Mission 2: Fate works in mysterious ways. One of the neighboring planets, a forested world by the name of X Ashlain 786 II, also had a Floran civilization! Two Avians with one stone, as the saying goes (those Avians sure do love jewelry). I quickly made my way inside; Where I received a warm welcome; And took some time to converse with the natives. This particular group seemed to mainly keep to themselves. It must be said, though, that this was an improvement from being sociable, yet aggressive. They seemed to really cherish their worldly possessions, a trait that boded well for a sentimental nature. I was soon approached by some of the more talkative Floran. They were insistent on me getting settled in, proudly taking my belongings for safe keeping and showing me to my room. Their more barbaric past did shine through a bit through their choice of recreation, but it was assuring to see them so willing to share in their customs. Of course, I wouldn't turn them down when they were this ready and willing for cooperation. I will make a mental note, however, to discourage some of their more... primitive traditions. But once more, the time came for me to take my leave. I admit to getting a bit lost on my way back, but luckily I had stumbled into my things. Most of the Floran seemed pre-occupied with other matters - I hope I didn't break anything when I accidentally bumped into that panel on my way out. Things sounded a bit hectic, so I showed myself out, giving a fond farewell to the few that I did happen upon.
Hiraki is a huge inspiration for me. I only hope my work does hers some semblance of justice! I did find one in the wild once. Such a sweet boy, too. Mission 3: I will keep my eye out for more canines, but first comes a mission of personal importance. I have always been intrigued by the Avians. It's miraculous how a race can use violence and sacrifice in an attempt to obtain peace. More interesting to me, though, is that so many Avians are able to shun their upbringing for the sake of finding authentic peace and happiness. The Avians that I find are always eager to learn, asking all manner of questions. Some questions are petty and insignificant, barely even worth answering. While others focus on more important matters. Regardless, their interest in conversation lead me to want to get to know a group of Avians - to spend a day in their community. My Avian friends from X Nu Aql Minoris I b, a planet located at, Windows XP as usual, (-47664931, 32643074), pointed me in the direction of a man who said I would be more than welcome to spend time with his village. I quickly made my way to (70841076, 11964367), a satellite moon planet by the name of X Sabby 74 IV. I was very excited to meet my host, and to see what the daily routine was like for your average, grounded Avian. My new friend, who introduced himself as Dio Holydiver, seemed equally excited to make my acquaintance. The village guards were stern in their policing; But polite nonetheless. The villagers themselves proved to be even more so. They were proud to sell me weaponry (which I had little use for, but I bought a rifle as a souvenir to show good faith), and even invited me to join them in merriment. But one individual kept being brought up. The villagers spoke highly of the man that they called "The Captain." He was evidently a very powerful man, but with a soft side. I heard that he was unmatched when it came to showing visitors a good time. So at the advice of the locals; I decided to pay him a visit. He immediately showed that Avian curiosity that had me interested in the first place. And so we sat, and we drank. I confess that I had never partaken in alcohol before, but after some of the unusual customs that my Floran friends had put me through, I was willing to try anything once. I may have had a bit too much, though. I am embarrassed to admit that I have very little recollection of that night in the captain's quarters. The captain had been kind enough to undress me and share his bed, though, and for that I was grateful. As I awoke, admittedly feeling some mild aching in my head and... well, mainly my head, I looked over at the captain who was fast asleep, a very satisfied smile on his face. I guess that even when I'm impaired, I know how to make good company. As I left, I told them how greatly I looked forward to spending more time with them in the future. The captain shot me the biggest smile that his beak could muster, and he agreed. Such friendly people.
Hmm, no feedback at all on my most recent story. The two in the first post seemed to do well, though. Any reason why the last post didn't garner any interest? If these entertain people, then I'm more than happy to try and come up with more. I'd just like to make sure that it's actually worth it. And @ThunderBeta, I may have taken your dog rescue request a bit too seriously.
These are good. Try to mix it up a bit. The captain seemed to have a good time..... I bet the crew did with that open door as well
Ah, yes, the door was open! I do hope the crew didn't hear me say anything that I may not remember saying! Mix it up, eh? Well, there was this time... Mission 4: When looking for uncharted villages, one technique that I often use is to choose star systems by their names. I'm a fan of the SCP Foundation, and I always check out systems named "Keter." I'm also a self-confessed lover of David Boreanaz, so when I see a system called "Borealis," I considered it close enough. I also spend much of my free time while on missions playing video games and, being an amphibious species, The Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker is among my favorites. So when I see a star system named "HYA!" I'm checking that mother out. At first, there was nothing unusual. It was a desert. There was little to no plant life, my skin was drying out horribly (I keep hearing about something called a "Water Sword;" I think it could be helpful in these situations), and the wildlife was all too eager to kill me. Suddenly, I spotted something unusual... a tree. Not just any tree, though: a colorful palm tree. At its base was a sort of melon. Both the tree's leaves and the melon shared the same color, a striped pattern of blues. Still hot, I broke open the melon and gave it a bite. It was beyond delicious. I was beginning to think that it must have been a mirage, especially when I saw some sort of church in the distance with entire orchards of trees and melons lining the way. Deciding that I had already lost it, and that I might as well have fun with this new bout of insanity, I saw no harm in humoring the illusions. When I reached the building, I was greeted by the most unusual character. This more or less confirmed my mental degradation. The Chapel of Mirages, as I've come to call it, had three... priests? Living in it. Each more unusual than the last. I thought, and I wondered if there might be some benefit to spreading my peace to these figments of my imagination. Perhaps it could, in some way, give me a moment of enlightenment. My friendly, long-eared manifestations of my inevitable trip to a mental ward were more than happy to listen to my teachings. Despite the Chapel appearing to be a religious building, the bunny men brought up no skepticism to my words, being the most eager group to learn about my people. Well, except that one time... But that night got weird fast, and I'd rather not bring up old memories best left forgotten. Anyway, the bunny men invited me to participate in some merriment with them. They told me of an obstacle course that sat just beyond the Chapel, where many of their kind had gone to and never returned. When I asked why they never returned, the one I was talking to shrugged and said "Guess they just had so much fun, they never wanted to leave." Color me curious, I decided to check it out. The architecture seemed to be Apex. The dead Apex floating in tanks filled with a mysterious green liquid helped confirm this. A poster on the wall with a banana on it sealed the confirmation. Once I got further inside, I found the "obstacle course," or as I like to call it... Electric Hell. With a dash of corrosive, toxic green waste water. Finally, after hours of getting electrocuted and poisoned, I made it to the end. There, I found a single treasure chest on a pedestal. Of course, I expected to find nothing. That's how this sort of story always ends, isn't it? A feverish, delusional fish creature, getting ravaged by dangerous traps every step of the way, and the end results just plain not being worth it. I know the cliché well. So, I opened the chest, and found... Well, let's just say that my moment of enlightenment was far from what I expected. I guess in the end, there's more than one way for peace to occur. It was therapeutic, in a way, to use this imaginary mech to gun down these visions of my shortcomings. I returned to my ship, shoved a few potatoes in my mouth, drenched myself with some cold water, and went to sleep. When I awoke, I felt better than I had in a long time. Strange as it may sound, I think my trip into insanity was just what I needed. Strange though, I still had some melon and the mech with me when I awoke. Oh well, best not to think about it too hard.
Thanks for the feedback, guys! Don't expect frequent updates, because these are actually more organic than you think. As I explore, I take tons of screenshots, and if I can think of a story to throw together alongside them, I will. The only ones I really set up were the nude scenes in Mission 2. But, I'll definitely keep taking lots of screens, and if I think of something funny that can potentially live up to what I currently have (honestly, I have little confidence in my ability to one-up Mission 4), then I'll share them. Again, thanks for the comments!
