Few know where he... No, them... Came from. A single man, in a kahki shirt and shorts, a belly, rugged leather boots. Spoke in a funny, yet very distinct accent, calling itself "Oem Yan". He simply arrived from all the corners, a human from a tiny spec known as SOL-3.
No he wasn't the first of his species, this "Oem Yan", there were many humans before him although all individuals. No, this... This man according to rumours were hit by a stray tourist vessil travelling through, well... Not quite reality, hit him somehow, and he's just been appearing everywhere.
What's more terrifying is his aptitude for consuming large quantities of terran fuel, his carelessness about sun radiation, the sheer volume of acids and poisons that would kill colonies he'd pour over his "Braai", they called it.
The man walked onto any battlefield, raise his kinetic rifle and simply take down any before him... Them. So many of him. All at once.
"Hey Boetman, yor beer is getting waarm, and I didn't put any pepper on de Braai tonaait, know yous can't have dat."
I smiled, nodded. Our escape pod crashed onto the nearest planet, waiting for rescue, and this... Afrikaner, this human with his exposed face, legs and arms managed to build us a fire near the pod and has spent the last two hours skinning wildlife and drinking his "beer" next to the fire. I won't lie the smell is growing on me. As much as an anomaly and prone to danger these humans are, I'd rather be stuck with one than without. I wonder how his copies are doing, fighting our wars in the stars? I look up and see a shooting star turning towards us. I almost hope to see more Oem Yans on this rescue vessil. I'd like to hear more about the "plaas" (which I presume to mean farm) they're from.
SilentObsrvr t1_jdhyqrd wrote
Reply to [WP] No one courts death like a human. They eat food that evolved to be toxic, ingest known poison for recreation, engage in potentially lethal sport for fun, and have an incredibly high risk tolerance. On the galactic stage they are feared, admired, and generally considered crazy. by SeriousGoofball
Few know where he... No, them... Came from. A single man, in a kahki shirt and shorts, a belly, rugged leather boots. Spoke in a funny, yet very distinct accent, calling itself "Oem Yan". He simply arrived from all the corners, a human from a tiny spec known as SOL-3.
No he wasn't the first of his species, this "Oem Yan", there were many humans before him although all individuals. No, this... This man according to rumours were hit by a stray tourist vessil travelling through, well... Not quite reality, hit him somehow, and he's just been appearing everywhere.
What's more terrifying is his aptitude for consuming large quantities of terran fuel, his carelessness about sun radiation, the sheer volume of acids and poisons that would kill colonies he'd pour over his "Braai", they called it.
The man walked onto any battlefield, raise his kinetic rifle and simply take down any before him... Them. So many of him. All at once.
"Hey Boetman, yor beer is getting waarm, and I didn't put any pepper on de Braai tonaait, know yous can't have dat."
I smiled, nodded. Our escape pod crashed onto the nearest planet, waiting for rescue, and this... Afrikaner, this human with his exposed face, legs and arms managed to build us a fire near the pod and has spent the last two hours skinning wildlife and drinking his "beer" next to the fire. I won't lie the smell is growing on me. As much as an anomaly and prone to danger these humans are, I'd rather be stuck with one than without. I wonder how his copies are doing, fighting our wars in the stars? I look up and see a shooting star turning towards us. I almost hope to see more Oem Yans on this rescue vessil. I'd like to hear more about the "plaas" (which I presume to mean farm) they're from.