thatâs the whole story with humans, you never know what youâre getting.
You think youâre taking on board a thoughtful rules and regs talker with no claws, fangs, horns or venom - only to discover under specific circumstances several years into your trip that your human is capable of living on nothing but salt and water for 40 days, of adapting to a life of hiding in the ships ventilation shafts, only coming out to steal supplies and make savage berserker attacks with surprisingly brutal hand-crafted weapons; capable of doing surgery on ITSELF to keep stay alive. Your crew takes some time off and you discover that your safety officer is willing to tie a stretchy rope to itâs leg and leap into an abyss for FUN. That your logical, analytical human likes to poison itself, yâknow, just a little, for RECREATION. That your human can stay cool and collected for ten years and still explode at the drop of a hat.
âyeah, all calm and diplomatic for more than 2 home-star cycles, then one night weâre sitting across from a group with another human, keeps looking at our human, our human acts like it doesnât notice. Halfway through the meal our human looks over and says âCan I help you?â and the other human just says, âNo, I received all the help I need from your birther the night before thisâ and it took nine of us to pull them apart. They both wound up in the infirmary, there were cracked bones, stitches⊠I ran it through the translators three times, I have no idea; our human would only say they knew each other. Hormone readings off the chart - personally, I think it was some kind of mating behavior.â
Conversely, as an alien with a species of monsters to conquer, you hear of a planet where the inhabitants will leap naked into the ocean to kill a beast the size of an entire surface lander with a stick, and they punch holes in themselves for fashion. So you hire on a crew of these thrill-seeking murderous savages and sic them on your monster enemies only to discover that theyâve established communications with the monsters, befriended them, and are, in fact, now back to insist you cease all violent actions and that you owe the monsters for damages to their planet.
âHey uh, Boss, so, yeah. We noticed they were having a drink, and we thought, flay-hook appendages or no, anybody who enjoys a good drink canât be all bad⊠and before you know it, weâre getting drunk with a platoon of Flesh-flayers (they prefer to be called the Zygothi, by the way). The local stuff tastes like windex and farts, but boy does it get your buzz on! Long story short, though, you gotta stop killing stuff and go away. You know those things with all the legs and teeth youâve been so frightened of are just their pets? Theyâre actually kind of cute as long as theyâve eaten recently.
Anyway, turns out youâre in violation of several of this star systemâs regulations. Plus, you destroyed a communication probe and attacked an in-system moon ferry, damages were sustained to sensitive ecosystems at your landing sites⊠We gave what you paid us to the families of the moon ferry victims, and volunteered to stay and see that you follow proper exit procedures. Oh, and weâre going to need you to sign this receipt of the cease and desist declaration, this copy of the bill - here, this copy is yours - and this agreement for an immediate cease contact which youâll notice has an exclusion for payment communications youâll have to initial, here, and again here.â
Humans are every alignment, on a single 9-sided die. Good luck aliensÂ