First Contact: Happens quite often. Not so much of a big thing these days for the Empire, who’ve really grown quite blasé about such things since that colonization mission discovered that Galáré was, oops, already inhabited back in the day, or other been-unbound-for-a-while star nations, but still the full-blown
(Of course, First Contact in turn depends on this one…) Corralled Cosmos: Partially averted, since while the game is played, for the most part, within the wormhole nexus that defines, for the most part, the Associated Worlds, relativistic starships do let you go pretty much anywhere, albeit at tediously subluminal
(Properly speaking, this should be a non-repeat, but in this case, the non-repeat happens to be Learnt English From Watching Television, and as this refers back to a couple of the repeats, this one and First Contact, I’m going to adopt a general policy of moving those up in
Agony Beam: Averted. While assorted algetics doubtless exist in the research labs of the IMRB and ISS, they’re not deployed – partly because torture is, well, In Poor Taste and not terribly useful for actually extracting useful information, and partly because in a polyspecific universe, not everyone’s pain receptors
Law of Alien Names: HEY! I have phoneme tables, thank-you-so-very-much, and an entire strictly-defined phonology, and word roots to use for name generation in multiple previous languages, and notes on how phonology is affected by different mouth-parts, even. Respect the tables! And, hell, half the names aren’t even pronounceable
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Y’know, in asking for prompts there – thanks, by the way, I appreciate them – it occurred to me just now that I’ve really been missing the obvious. It’s Christmas. And even though they don’t have Christmas in the Associated Worlds, it’s still a time of year
A Form You Are Comfortable With: Both straight, and sort of. The minds vast and cool and incomprehensible swishing about in the middle layers of the functional soup that is the Transcend do generally adopt comfortable avatar forms when it’s time to visit people who can’t quite apprehend
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My muse has been… somewhat cranky and uncooperative recently. (As those of you who have subscribed to my works know, and for which I apologize, but you will still get your full purchase, that I guarantee.). My own fault, really – been allowing too many external things to get in the
Law Enforcement, Inc.: Given that there are so many private corporate habitats out there, not to mention outposts and some entire colonies, like the corporate research colony on Wynérias (Imperial Core), the conlegius statutes allow corporate security – often outsourced to Ultimate Argument Risk Control, ICC, et. al., who already have
Absolute Xenophobe: There are some species that might feel this way, but almost none that try to act accordingly on the interstellar scale; in general, pissing off the entire Galaxy, or even that small piece of it that constitutes the Associated Worlds, is not survival-oriented behavior (see Genocide Dilemma, when
Abnormal Ammo: While regular pistols, snipers and carbines (the three principal kinds of slugthrower) just fire flechettes chipped off an ammo block, a sluggun (or a military grade carbine that comes with an undermounted sluggun), while usually firing big slug-spikes of dense metal as an anti-materiel weapon, can instead fire
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