Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Pocket Full of Posies; Chapter 1 page 11


Throughout the Second Space Age of Man one interesting observation plagued explorers and researchers as they traveled across the great distances that separated planetary systems. Through most of the First Space Age of Man many had speculated on what, if any, would alien life be like on these new worlds once man had set foot upon them? All manners of fanciful creature was speculated, drawn, and postulated about as astronomers isolated potential Earth like planets (In the days when life on Earth was so plentiful.) and begin to plot the long term courses that the first stellar pioneers would take in the voyages out into the vastness of space.

Alien zoology became a credible study in the early days of the Second Space Age as expeditions left Mars in hopes of settling new places to resource from. These studies were filled with theoretical genetics, speculative physical sciences, and an assortment of other cutting edge curriculum designed to deal with, and study, what promised to be a diversity the likes no human eyes had ever witnessed before, promised by all the new alien worlds waiting for man’s first footprints. 

So, it was with some dismay that, when the first reports were logged, many field journals were filled with observations of… birds. Reports poured in about… cats. And one field researcher was pleased to tell his tale of taming a horse and then going hunting for ground fowl that tasted remarkably like chicken.

To be sure, of course, though they resembled in form the animals that man had been accustomed to for eons, there were some notable differences; color variations, beaks, appendage counts in some cases, animals back home that might have had fur being feathered, in response to some odd environmental oddity. But the overall consensus was that, except for a few odd ducks, to forgive a phrase, the whole of the stellar species seemed to be following a similar pattern.

As the whole of the scientific establishment nearly rattled apart over such a complete shocker of a revelation - that they were almost completely and absolutely wrong, it was a then young alien zoology undergrad at the University of Mons, Trinni Vazquez, working on her thesis paper late one night, who stumbled upon what would later be seen as so plainly obvious that it’s no wonder a room full of lab coats couldn’t see it; though she would meet scorn and ridicule for the rest of her otherwise illustrious career in science: if habitable planets occupy within a certain range of certain stars and contain a certain commonality of elements, then wouldn’t it stand to reason that, given a certain set of values and events, that life might keep turning up a certain kind of way? And, furthermore, wouldn’t it stand that, if there is any intelligent life in our galaxy, that it might also have a certain type of evolutionary process, yielding some sort of similar result anthropologically; both physical and social? Given for a set of environmental divergences, of course.

Though Professor Vazquez would not live to see the fateful events of the encounter at Station 77 that fateful day, The Trinni Vasquez Award for Research and Reasoning is still handed out each term to an undergrad that makes a substantial contribution to the realm of scientific study through common sense observation.      

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Pocket Full of Posies; chapter 1, page 10


Customs among the various cultures in the known galaxy are as diverse as the galaxy is vast. And in the world of fine – and less than fine – drinking establishments this is especially true. For as the second Space Age of Man passed into the third, many worlds had developed intricate rituals and customs around the dining table.

Within the courts of the Leuxo Empire it’s customary to have an elaborate table dressing made from the feathers and carcass of an Imgret; one of the larger predatory birds of the forests of Shramu, just outside the capitol city on Mangar. It’s considered an offense not to have this complex and often considered visually stunning d├ęcor not at the head, or crossing of the gathering. So much so that the bird has been exported far and wide throughout the sector into any habitable forest; despite the fact that they are quite destructive to ecosystems; often wreaking havoc on an environment to the point of near destruction.

The practice finds its roots in an aged old tradition of thanksgiving when the first settlers to the region had to make due with native vegetation and prey when their supplies were extinguished. At least that is the official accounts that are taught to the school children and those children, as adults, perpetuate into the society. No, the real fact of the matter is that the Leuxo Empire started as a penial colony of the dregs of the Nortonal Union, and the Leuxo Correctional Corporation had mismanaged the entire endeavor, which had ended with the colony in revolt and declaring itself a free nation. 

And the bird? Well, the warden, it seems by firsthand accounts, had gone quite mad in the tenth year of the colony and had taken to dressing himself in nothing but a coat made from the Imgret plumage that he had guards shooting and prison work details collecting. When the revolt finally came the prisoners, now organized into a unionized confederation, ceremonially executed him and laid him out at the head of their victory dinner dressed up in his fine feathered coat made by their hands.

From the extensive catalog of the Intergalactic Pub Crawl Team comes the tale of the Ring’s Round-About; a tavern located in the town of Hawthorne; part of the provisional settlement of Edinburg which is located on the third moon, Rickenbach, around the ringed gas giant Sasamon. There, during the seasonal harvest festival, locals take part in outdoor games that carry on in the tradition of the original agricultural settlement that first landed there. This includes the obvious tests of horticultural prowess, local arts and crafts, foods, family styled games and activities, but also feats of strength and endurance. 

In one such contest mugs of beer are placed in front of two contestants who sit at a table. The idea is to then steal and drink the opposing party’s beer. He, or she (As there is a very popular women’s event for this, too.) is allowed to resist in any non-lethal means necessary - with gimmicks welcome - while, in turn, attempting to steal their opponent's beer. However, at no point is either contestant allowed to leave their chair, or they forfeit the match. 
  
While no two locals will be likely to give you the same answer as to how this tradition got started, it is noted that this is one of the most popular games during the festival; often played between family members, husbands and wives, and domestic partnerships. It should also be noted that Edinburg has a peculiarly low divorce rate, but more dentists per capita.  

   

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Getting Caught Up with Our Story


From The Conductor's Office:

Been a long time coming, but we're getting this train rolling, again, with Our kind hostess has been most efficient in getting us up to speed with what's been going on since we last left our intrepid hero... which clearly isn't all that much given how quick this recap has gone.

Galactic Gun: The Adventures of Justin Bailey begins regular updates next Wednesday, and every Wednesday, right here at Neverland Transit Authority's Grand Central Station.

ALL 'BOARD!   

R is for...


The Second(ish) week of March usually means a birthday dinner  and catch up with one time NTA Comics Breakman and longtime bestest pal Jocelyn; best known as "Miss J". Both she and Dairy Ninja Don have made quite a few appearances on Stuff because... well... best buds, and stuff. Plus, for a while Grand Central Station shared land space with their home, Highland House.

Don is renowned for his enthusiasm about encountering the strange, wild world of our nerdom. And he does so with gusto; especially when there's beer and wine involved. He's legendary. (It's how he got his handle, after all.)

And there are few things in nerdom as potentially gut wrenchingly off-the-wall in our strange, wild world as furries. In my time as both a creator, and working con ops I have seen some stuff. But furries... Well, it can take all kinds, I suppose. And I know the seedy fetish side of it isn't all of it. No, really; just like not all fan-fic is homo-erotic Disney/anime fantasies. (Some of it's about Sherlock, Decepticons, Avengers, etc...)

But, to our senior slugger, it might as all be from another planet. Luckily he is alien friendly, I suppose. Yeah, he's a good guy, and fun at parties, too.