those fucking space orcs again?

to-the-ends-of-infinity:

so imagine april fool’s, like rickrolling, and on that subject, instantly recognizable and iconic songs.

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It was data dump day, so the crew of the SV Quasar were gathered around their personal consoles. Da’lthar received a pleasant message from their mate, congratulating them on joining the Intergalactic Alliance, and warning them of the “Humans.” The majority of the Quasar was human, so Da’lthar looked around warily. 

Captain Human Rosie was sending the various data packages out, and Da’lthar noticed Human Chris sitting in the corner, looking maliciously happy. Human Thomas opened his file with an expectant expression, then cried aloud in exasperation and ager as the image of a young orange-haired Human appeared, standing behind a long stick and in front of ornate portals. Notes pumped out of Human Thomas’ screen and those of all of the other Humans, accompanied by many groans and angry exclamations.

“Seriously, Chris?!” Human Thomas yelled at Human Chris, who was rolling in his seat and laughing uproariously. 

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It was a simple day aboard the Sorcia, and Rillo was simply gliding along the corridor beside their friend Human Lisa.

Around a corner, there came stifled laughter, then three male species of Human popped out, the one in the middle holding a sonic distributor. The two on the sides began moving their bodies in unison. 

The one in the middle pressed a button and the small box emitted a sound like that of an Earth “saxophone,” along with a male Human voice. Human Lisa’s face reddened quickly, and she covered her face. The middle Human knelt before her.

“Lisa, will you come on shore leave with me?” He smiled winningly, and Human Lisa nodded.

Later, Rillo would learn that “Careless Whisper”, as Human Lisa called it, was regarded as a mating call by the Humans. Rillo was careful from then on to avoid the particular sonic patterns that might have netted them a Human mate.