#spaceboundscavenger

[dimensional-wanderer]

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They fall out of thin air and smack down with a loud THUNK! They’ve had worse landings though, so even if it hurts they get up, crouching at the ceiling a bit and survey their surroundings.

They’re... in a ship, a space ship, but they don’t know it’s a space ship, they think it’s a weird metal ship.

[arkhevia]

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She lands heavily onto the ground a good few meters from the Sketna two, which seemed to have attracted a young feathered thing. And while she wasn’t hungry just yet, any unwelcome visitors were likely to see the inside of her oven on a planet like this. “Hey!” She shouted, firing a warning shot at their feet. “Th’ fuck do ya think yer doin’?”

[spaceraiseda]

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                     ❛  i think ... we shouldn’t have eaten all those cookies. i feel like i’m gonna barf. but i’d also do it again.  ❜

[omniishambles]

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  Taneleer had seen an endless stream of different races cross his threshold, most of them utterly pedestrian, but every now and then he was graced with the presence of someone truly interesting. 

In those moments it often came to pass that the visitor was more intriguing than the object or species that they were offering to retrieve, and somewhere in the depths of his collection there were more than one or two couriers past.

The Elder found himself toying with the notion right now as he gazed upon this latest guest, studying her intently. He had seen a race similar to this, oh....eons ago. But never since, and not quite as courteous as she seemed to be.

Nor did they have the potential predatory streak that she exhibited.

‘‘And this...object. You say it is sentient?’’

He turned his attention back to the little bundle she had placed on his crowded table, his face impassive. He had not yet moved to unwrap it, too distracted by the feathered humanoid that stood in front of him.

[bluewheatfields]

Space Exploration: Potholing Edition

Everything had started with a single, innocent observation.

“Wow, that’s a big portal.”

Now it had taken five minutes for Wheatley to stop screaming.

The day had begun like any other. The core wandered the steadily decaying corridors of Aperture’s Research and Development wing, always coming full circle back to the immense chamber he called home. When he returned today, however, he had a small surprise. Well, a large one, as it turned out. Usually the sporadic portals created by his multiverse generator were standard size— ovals no larger than a household door, scattered by the dozens up and down any available surface of the laboratory. The portal he found today was ten times that size and had absorbed many of it’s smaller siblings, creating a portal akin to a warehouse door devouring the western wall like a neon-trimmed portrait.

Then something came barrelling through and turned his world upside-down.

Wheatley was only able to absorb the aftermath now. The cacophony of destruction that came alongside a large object smashing into his humble abode had been carrying on for some time, but when it dimmed enough for him to realise he had been screaming for so long, he finally choked his vocal processor out into a frightened whimper. It took some courage to crack open his scarred shutters, acutely aware of the stuttering shake plaguing his system, and drink in the destruction beneath him.

He had no idea what he was looking at. It was like a giant rusted heap stitched together, dominating most of the floor space and thankfully wedged to a stop inches from smashing the precious generator console in the glass booth tucked in the corner. Thick electrical cables had been cut-- by the thing, by the metal rafters now snapped helter-skelter amongst chunks of shaken free concrete walls-- and snapped like angry vipers, arcing bright bursts of live power between one another. There were a few hollow clunks still ringing out as the last of the rubble fell from somewhere in the featureless darkness that was the extended ceiling of the chamber, bouncing off the top of the metal intruder.

It took some courage, but gradually the shaken core began to inch down the wobbling management rail that once wrapped the entire chamber. He’d lost half of it now, snapped by the metal thing. He was stranded on the wrong side, his access to the door lost, and he could only coast down a crumpled line of rail a few yards. The track had broken off its cables after that and hung so low that it brushed the floor before it broke off entirely into sad, scattered remains.

“... um. Hello?” A hesitant Bristol accent crackled out as the metal ball cautiously examined the thing from above, his iris contracted half-sized, creating an intense ball of blue centred in the cracked lens. A quick glance flitted to the massive portal still up on the wall; an alien world stretched as far as his zoom could see, the turf churned up like whatever this thing was that crashed, it must’ve skidded over the ground almost a mile until it hit the facility. He had no idea what the portal must’ve been stuck to on the planet; the side of a building? A boulder? An entire bloody mountain?

Usually he marvelled his rare glimpses of the Outside, let alone one so large, but he dismissed it to pivot his optic down onto the metal wreckage again. Was it alive? A massive robot [or at least massive in comparison to a basket-ball sized metal ball stuck on a broken rail] of some kind? It looked in worse condition than him, and he was a neglected mess.

He’d have to be careful. Make first contact diplomatically.

“You don’t happen to have insurance, do you? Because, wow, you’ve absolutely destroyed my room. It’s, ha, it’s... actually pretty serious. I know, getting into civil matters right off the bat might seem callous, but if we get it out of the way NOW, maybe get some sort of-of paperwork started, throw around some numbers, if we do that NOW then we... we, uh...

... er, are you alive? Am I talking to myself?”

[thestrxngestavenger]

"Oh man, did you see the size of those teeth?"

Yeah and I’m pretty sure it’s going to haunt me for some time.

[evxrgrcwing]

"Oh!!! Hello, my friend!!!" ~Iva

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[captain-rocket]

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​Rocket slid his gun onto his back and scooped up Groot, putting him on his shoulder as he left the ship and headed toward the very sketchy-looking bar to meet someone.

“I am Groot,” he chirped from his spot just behind Rocket’s left ear as they approached the door.

“Jeez, yeah, understatement of the century,” Rocket agreed, shaking his head ruefully at the brokendown look of the place.

He wouldn’t even be there but he needed a hard-to-find part and he’d been told that there was one sure way to find it. He hoped the guy he got the info from was to be trusted, though. If not, the gun he’d brought would shoot through a spaceship, much less some idiot trying to scam him.

“In an’ out,” Rocket assured Groot as he shoved through the door into the bar filled with people. 

“Smell that?” he asked, taking a deep whiff of the air. “The scum of the galaxy. My kinda people,” he said, chuckling as he walked up to the bar.

“I am Groot,” he said, looking around the room.

“He’ll find us. I told him I’d be the one with the biggest gun in the message I sent. I hope the guy don’t think that’s some kinda metaphor,” Rocket said, hopping up onto a barstool and ordering himself a drink in a loud voice.

“Now we wait.”