#servas ic

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The Intergalactic Harmony and Wildlife Institute

A Pamphlet bearing servas’s image is handed out on the streets along with a advertisement broadcast announcing the opening of his Museum/Zoo/Aquarium on a spacestation in orbit around alternia that had once belonged to his ancestor  

“All are welcome to visit The Intergalactic Harmony and Wildlife Institute where we host a large amount of fauna , wildlife and even creatures from various planets both inside and out of the empire’s domain! Come see the Oceanic life of Auraii 7! The Fauna of Geruanus 3 and the beasts of Centuri minor ! Shuttles are operating at your local spaceports now! Admission is only 300 credits on your first visit!”

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Alone in the stars with you [CLOSED]

Anxiety, passion and longing are all factors in the decision to be made within this week. Servas had spent so long preparing for what he was planning on doing. Found a Conquest museum that also showed the native biology wild life and even cultures of various planets and solar systems that the empire had either decimated or assimilated. Operated and up kept entirely by robots, perfect setting to be alone with Amelia with enough time to do what was necessary. He’d read up on the customs of the humans and poured over the facts and details he’d need for month even crafting a space shuttle to ensure that they could reach the space installation that housed the Museum . He’d finally finished preparing himself for what he could tell butterflies in his stomach as he sat down behind the wheel of his car before making his way to Amelia’s hive pulling into the driveway before sitting in the car his hands running through his hair anxiety racking his brain , breathing restricted for what felt like house but was only mere minutes at most . “Should i walk up ? Should i call her? Should i double check her schedule again to make sure she doesnt need anything to do for this week?” Servas questioned himself relentlessly before finally deciding to step out and walk up the sidewalk to her front door. Three knocks @fantroll-ikea​

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Since i reached over two hundred followers! Judgement meme!

Send 1-2 trolls and servas will judge them!

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H- for hermit

Servas sits on a familiar couch in a dim set the studio empty much of his out of pocket funding no longer capable of carrying the TV show in the way it once had he fiddles with a screwdriver in his palm a leg crossed over detached from his attachment port. “Keeping these things in perfect condition is rough especially after that set trip to the arctic” He mumbles aloud. 

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A Soft Rain [Servas Musings]

The TV comes to life with a static followed by the sound of rain on a window pane , a muffled voice almost audible as the camera pans around an empty set the voice becomes clearer and much more pronounce as the voice of Servas the host of the Star Shift . He was standing slightly off stage a large novel in hand with a small hour glass “We’re counting down the moments to the collapse “ He said in an ominous tone before walking onto the stage and taking his regular seat.   Crossing a leg over the other as he hefted the book and prepared to change the page “For those of you above ground I sincerely wish ya a meaningful afterlife. For those of us in the shelter.... We will be the remnants of a society. May the stars above have mercy on us all .” Servas declared without reservation his face displaying complacency . As he spoke servas would draw from his inner breast pocket a small package of dust before emptying it into his hand and blowing it towards the camera . A static effect coming into play as he continued to speak “Let me take ya back to a point far beyond us and regale you in your final moments with the tale of why we are not the first society to collapse on alternia . Nor shall we be the last.”

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[A tall Purple was relaxing on a bench, sipping on that good cold grape Faygo, enjoying the nightlife. Oh yea, she needed this]

Servas spent a while in between his carving sessions and production for the next installment in the starshift out doors twirling his carving knife on his palm as he walked not thinking much of it before tossing the knife up and pressing a button on the side of his leg plating the sheath popping out enough for him to catch the knife blade first into the sheath  “ I should probably get some tea” he thought aloud

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Cult , Masked Hitmen , Paranormal or Mere gang?

“Welcome to the Starshift, As usual I am your host  Servas! Tonight i bring to you a series of cryptic and brutal incidents so those faint of HEART and MIND take moments to collect yourselfs or tune back in after 2 hours!” Servas pauses to give the audience time to switch channels and takes a seat in his usual chair before starting again.  “ With recently leaked police reports and even sightings of empire drones devastated in the aftermath of a series of trolls seemingly on a blood caked mission sightings of mask wearing Criminal/Vigilantes is on the rise.” Servas takes a moment to take a drink before continuing “Now the sightings range from masked attackers wearing cluckbeast masks to owl masks. These trolls seem to leave blood smeared on every surface before eluding the cops in daring escapes. We will be taking calls from the audience for the next 30 minutes stay tuned!”

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"EY FUCKIN ASSHOLE. WHERE THE FUCKING HELL HAVE YOU BEEN" -ethne

“Ruminating cotton tail.... I know i should have talked to ya more but ya pushed me away even harder after that stuff with Noss so figured ya were tired of me and decided ya needed room to live”