Humans Are Weird

doctor-loki-sherlock:

So it’s so long…got kinda ramble-y and off point but I think I got my thought in there.

I’ve been thinking about these a lot again and I’ve seen a few saying that Aliens would have to be really tough to make it into space and survive. But I don’t think that’s necessarily true. What if the first Alien species that makes it out of their planets atmosphere or even lack there of, is a fragile, fast learning hive mind? Sure the first few attempts go array, ships explode, crumple in on themselves leaving the atmosphere and it’d be terrifying but they are able to build better, stronger ships, figure out how to grow vegetables or their closest thing to vegetables on board after they lost a crew to starvation because they have an idea of what went wrong and can work on fixing it because they are constantly connected to each other, no radio silence. Soon enough their whole planet is able to travel the stars, every sentient species, because “We all share the same planet why would we not help each other?” and that spreads to every inhabited planet anyone lands on.
Then along come the humans, bumbling, tiny, innocent enough seeming humans. Shooting themselves out of their atmosphere essentially with explosives, trails of fire following them. It barbaric, something that failed to work for the Aliens, simply blowing their ships apart, yet somehow these predatory species that survived, conquered and thrived on a Death World were able to even bend explosive power to their will. They aren’t extremely strong looking, though that can be deceiving, they bare their teeth in greeting, act aggressively towards one another ‘playfully’, they’re unnerving. They didn’t help each other, instead turned it into a race, even to their own moon. So many died trying to figure out how to shoot themselves through their atmosphere and yet…here they are, traveling the stars with childlike wonder, always wanting to explore the unknown.
They aren’t exceptionally strong, big or intelligent but they’re durable. Broken bone? Realign it, brace it and it heals back stronger. Stabbed? Sew that shit up and it heals. Blow to the head? Typically out of commission for a few days but heals up and back to whatever they where doing. Loss of limb, mental illness, weak heart…they push on, living, striving, making fake limbs to replace the lost one(s), takes medication, goes to therapy or even white knuckle grin and bear it to get through day to day, a tiny machine placed in the chest to help keep the heat beating. What they may lack in size they make up for in speed, they’re quick, most are fast working able to almost double the productivity of the larger Aliens, they sprint, they’re built for short distance sprinting some are amazing at running long distance which is terrifying knowing you wouldn’t be able to out run one for long, not to mention their pursuit hunting, they can follow you for days until you die of exhaustion. What they lack in intelligence they make up for in ingenuity. Part of the engine brakes and you don’t have a spare part? More than likely a human can jurry-rig something that’ll let you get to where you need to go to get the part even if they don’t know how the engine works, a general description of what the part does can make it possible for a human to throw something together. Suppiles running low on an expedition? Once more their pursuit hunting comes in handy, figuring out which plants are edible.

It’s easy to forget what they’re capable of, where they came from and the flames that followed them into space when they look so squishy, startle easily, mimic your movements, some even learning your languages, but there’s almost always moments that remind you that you’re sharing space and food with a sentient predator species. Maybe raiders attack, the human()s stone faced, starring them down waiting for a moment to strike, not even having to say a word before launching forward to protect their crew, their friends. Expedition gone wrong, animal attack possibly, you’re human(s) will most likely scare it off or fight it, tend to the wounded and search out help even if they are wounded. You don’t have to be tough to make it into space and survive, you just have to learn and build off the failures. Even the weakest of species could make it to the stars.