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Terran Ingenuity (Starcraft x Mass Effect)

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Hazard said:
The problem is that Terrans have even more limited capabilities than humanity in ME. Sure, they have big guns, a variant FTL method, good lasers and highly advanced medical technology, but they're also very small and limited to a single, barely populated back end planet.


They simply won't have the ability to handle the duties required of a Council species. Protoss may have a similar problem but they have the whole Protoss/Prothean mixup going for them as well as being an absolutely terrifying OCP, which the Council would be hoping to exploit if they offer the Protoss a seat.

Remember, the Council is basically the 'big guys' club and the shared table for the local superpowers, they'd have an interest in not diluting their power, so no bumping up the newest species of backwoods natives, no matter how shiny their tech, if they can't actually bring enough force down to matter.
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...you know, I had this scary, ridiculous thought of the Zerg asking for explaining why they should be given a Council seat, much to everyone's shock, horror, and confusion.:D:p
 
Robo Jesus said:
...you know, I had this scary, ridiculous thought of the Zerg asking for explaining why they should be given a Council seat, much to everyone's shock, horror, and confusion.:D:p
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You're welcome.

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"Hello Jim."

Jim stared at Kerrigan, and was honestly at a loss for how to respond. It wasn't that he didn't have anything he wanted to say, but rather that he had too much. It'd been years since he'd last seen her back in the Koprulu Sector, and despite things said and things done he'd missed her. Seeing her again sent his heart racing, and a part of him wanted to just go up and embrace her. He'd honestly thought he'd never see her again, though he'd hoped they'd meet at least once more before he finally kicked the bucket.

It's just he'd never expected that meeting to be inside the Citadel's Presidium.

"Sarah," he said at last. "What exactly are you doing here?"

Kerrigan quirked a chitinous eyebrow. "Really? That's the first thing you say after all these years? You really know how to make a lady feel welcome, James Raynor."

Jim blinked and held up his hands. "Wait, I'm sorry," he said quickly. "It's great seeing you again, Sarah. It really is. It's just..."

He trailed off at Kerrigan's laughter, realizing he'd been played for the fool. He frowned, and that only made Kerrigan chuckle more.

"Don't worry about it, Jim," she said as her laughter subsided. She gave him a fond look, smiling at him with genuine affection. "I know this is a bit of a surprise. But it's been a while, so I really wanted to see you again."

"You came all this way to see me?" Jim asked softly. It was honestly touching, and his earlier annoyance evaporated. "Sarah..."

He acted on that urge to hold her, and in one smooth motion swept her up in a hug. Kerrigan jerked a little in surprise, but soon enough returned the embrace. They stayed that way for quite a while, neither caring of the eyes they drew. It was good to hold her again, despite all that had happened. She seemed to feel the same way about him, and that brought a little burst of joy into his heart. After dealing with so much ugliness in his life, it was good to feel something like that again. It didn't happen nearly often enough.

"It's been tough on you here, hasn't it?" she asked.

"A little, yeah," Jim said, letting her go. "There's more politics and talking going on in this neck of the woods, but at least it ain't constant warfare." He sighed. "I was getting so damn tired of that."

"I can understand why," Kerrigan said. She was still smiling, but her expression had turned sheepish. Jim tensed a little, wondering what was wrong.

"Something the matter, Darlin?"

"Well..." Kerrigan said. "I've got a confession to make. I didn't just come all this way to see you. I've also got business with the Citadel Council."

"Really?" Jim asked, a knot of ice forming in his gut. "What about?"

"I'm going to ask for the Zerg to be given a Council Seat."

Jim's jaw dropped, and he blinked several times before his brain fully registered what Kerrigan had told him. "You what?"

"I'm going to tell them the Zerg deserve a Council Seat," Kerrigan said again.

"Why?"

Kerrigan shrugged. "More allies against Amon's eventual return could tip the balance in our favor. The Swarm is strong now, but I don't think it's strong enough yet. I'll need help."

Jim pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling the migraine coming quickly and wanting to do what he could to head it off. He was afraid he was going to need some whisky to achieve that, however. Quite possibly a great deal of it.

"And how," he asked, pulling his hand down. "Do you plan to go about doing this?"

Kerrigan grinned. "By telling them I might not be able to keep the Zerg in line if they don't show themselves as friends of the Swarm. After all, I'm performing a great service to the galaxy by keeping the Zerg in check. I think that deserves to be recognized."

"You wouldn't," Jim said.

"Of course not," Kerrigan responded, her grin growing wider. "But they don't know that, do they?"

Jim's fear turned to certainty. He was going to need a lot of whisky to deal with this headache.
 
Well, considering that it was done on the Presidium, I'd guess that...

Tosh got into a religious debate with a Hanar, and levitating benches somehow seemed to be the most efficient way in which to win the argument (possibly to demonstrate the difference between biotics and psionics)?

Or maybe I'm just tired.
 
Sir Bill said:
Well, considering that it was done on the Presidium, I'd guess that...

Tosh got into a religious debate with a Hanar, and levitating benches somehow seemed to be the most efficient way in which to win the argument (possibly to demonstrate the difference between biotics and psionics)?

Or maybe I'm just tired.
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I love the idea of Tosh, or any psionic, responding to a debate by going "I just lifted a bench with my mind! Your argument is invalid!"
 
Thus solidifying the image of Terrans as violent drunks very attached to their alcohol, and beginning the rumor that they would go to war over the substance.

Which, now that I think about it, doesn't sound so far-fetched considering what the Terrans have done and had to go through.
 
Tosh + Ryncol = interesting times on the Citadel...

Citadel Security Services dispatch Log:

0452: Report of drunken Terran in Presidium yelling at bench. Enforcement unit 1907 dispatched.

0507: Terran is belligerent, aggressive. 1907 requests back-up.

0512: Unit 6099 arrives, makes attempt to subdue Terran.

0520: Unit 6099 requests backup and medical unit for 1907 for blunt trauma due to 'The fucker just lifted the bench and threw it with his mind!'

0530: Special Response team arrives, negotiations begin.

0539: Suspect demands 5 kilos of jorium and terrazine, another bottle of ryncol, and someone named 'Nova'.

0545: Special Response team moves in to subdue.

0547: Attempt fails, last transmission from team "Oh, God! Everything is on fire! Especially the parts that shouldn't burn! AUUUUUUGH!"*

0554: Suspect passes out, is taken into custody.

0559: Reports of mass seizures at STG tower. Medical dispatched.

*I admit, I stole that line from Peptuck's No Gods, Only Guns story. Could you blame me? It's funny as frack!
 
LONE WOLF 666 said:
"You took ma beer!"

"..............................."

"YOU TOOK MA BEEAH!"


".............*levitate bench, and slam everywhere*"

"Where is it!?."
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I admit I read this and was inspired to write this.
 
It is rather amusing that the Protoss are the only one of the 3 SC races not to have their own theme song.

Zerg have Radio Free Zerg, and, well, Terrans have this...

 
On the Bridge of the Hyperion:

"Um, Sir," Stetmann glanced around, "Sirs, I don't mean to alarm any of you, but my Zerg biosample is, well, missing."

Raynor looked at Stetmann. "I don't suppose by "missing" you mean that you activated one of the many, many failsafes that you told me you had on that thing and now it's a piece of charcoal floatin' its way down over to the nearest sun?"

"Uhm, no. I think my lab was, well, broken into. There was a crowbar right next to the door."

Raynor raised an eyebrow. "What, someone actually stole that hunk of Zerg bits? Why would they go about doing that? We were sharing all our research data with, well, everyone."

"Ah, that's the thing, sir, my files were also stolen, and looking over them, most of what was taken seemed to relate to the Overmind."

Raynor pressed his face into his palms. "Well, that's just, that's just great. Dollars to dimes that whoever stole it is, I don't know, going to take it to some, heavily populated planet or something for testing, but oh, don't worry, we took all the safety precautions, it's not going to go crazy and kill everyone, everything's safe. Might as well stick the thing in a damned petting zoo while they're at it."


Meanwhile, on Omega.

There were many clubs on Omega. Considering the nature of Omega, most of them were in a state of constant competition, each one trying outdo the last when it came to their air of edginess and mystery. Except for that one Terran pub that advertised itself as the most open and friendly bar on the station. That place was just weird.

Regardles, in Afterlife, one of the most notorious of the bars in Omega, people danced.

This place had recently raced to the top of the list when it came atmosphere, even disregarding the fact that Aria herself used it as a meeting grounds, and it was all due to their most recent DJ.

He lounged in his booth, open for all present to watch, even if rarely moved.

Serve the Hive.

I control,

Your every groove


After all, how many places could advertise that they could play their music directly to the soul?

Two STG members, dancing in the pits, screamed out over the music (even if most of it was in their heads. "This was even better than your first idea!"

"I know!" And they continued dancing the night, and a bit of the morning, away.
 
Over-egineered indeed.

Doomsought said:
Got to love Kerrigan, in all her incarnations.
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Knightowl said:
Once agian Winged Knight proves he know how to do a Char Intro for a Story after all the SM/WH4000 Intro was his.
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I'm glad everyone liked it. I just wrote it on a whim to be funny, but the likes count just keeps growing. Guess sometimes you get lucky and make a winner.


Anyway, I love this story, Xeno! Looking forward to the next part.
 
I forsee a lack of stereotypical decisions, given that I dislike them.

Awesomeness can be found everywhere, but people choose to look in places that they know. With the same characters, the same groups. Thats

Also, donuts.
 
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