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    Chapter 1: Hitta in Space.

    Hitta woke up and wiped the crust from his eyes. He looked around the room, and was surprised to find out he was in some sort of... spaceship? No, that wasn't a question. He definitely was in a spaceship, because when he looked out the window to his right he saw nothing but space and stars. This had to be a dream. He pinched himself. Nothing. He looked around and jolted a bit when he discovered a man wielding a strange device. But it didn't seem like a weapon, really, more like some sort of scanner? Now that was a question. And Hitta started to have many.

    "Where am I. Am I dreaming?"

    The young man walked closer to Hitta and hovered the device over him. It blipped and bleeped and transmitted a small recording sound. So it was a scanner, but judging by his silent demeanor he wasn't about to tell Hitta what he was looking for...or what he had already found. Slight fears of being anally probed by aliens crept into the chubby's man heart. Finally, after what felt like an hour, the man broke out of his introversion and said: "The question isn't whether or not you are dreaming. For everything dreams, and everything is a dream. The question remains, who is the dreamer that began the dream."

    "God of course" Hitta replied. "The God of Oneness, that is the only thing not a dream."

    The man, who was actually a version of strrrng aka Nick, slapped hitta on his face. "Yet even that is a dream as God dreamnt himself up to exist. Euphoria is a dream... the pleasure settles, the dust creates. Maybe that's why we're all here."

    "Maybe... it's always the question that drives us, hmm" Hitta said. He realized the man was somebody he already knew from an internet message board but that didn't really surprise him. "And perhaps some people awaken" Hitta said. He searched inside his starry head for a connection, but nothing felt solid and real yet.

    "Awaken to what?" Nick laughed. "Another dream?"

    "Some dreams are more.... awake than others" Hitta said. To tell you the truth, the Louisiana native couldn't tell you the last time he felt truly alive. "Well I always did want a life of adventure and excitement. I knew my small white trash town couldn't contain the grandiosity that is me."

    Nick smiled, and dismantled his minor sociopathic personality to become minor empathetic, as well. "We know that as well. That's partly the reason why my crew beamed you here.... from the future. In your time it's march 6 2012. In here, it's june 14th 3056."

    This was all very interesting. Hitta blinked at something. "Wait a minute...your crew? You run this ship?" Hitta asked. He knew the young man before him could be biting, but he didn't think of him as exactly the captain-type.

    "That's what we're still fighting about" Nick said. "Power. Who has it... who gets to be captain. There's supposed to be some conference about it soon." Nick looked at the device for a few seconds, and then directed his gaze back to hitta. "Surely it should be me."

    Hitta chuckled joyfully to himself. "Well of course, you would think that."

    Nick raised a brow. "Your depersonalization disorder and incredible insight of others clearly makes you more suited as the ship's counselor, ala Deanna Troi. Not to mention your above average empathy levels. That you naturally mask because you are a man. The only person who does not mask their empathy... (::cough under breath:: annoyingly so) is the ship's token fag... I'm sure you know who that is."

    Hitta didn't want to be captain. Well he did, because... everybody is attracted to power. But he didn't like people's misconceptions about everything, which he felt gave birth to things like 'socionics' and 'types' in the first place. "You know I question the notion of the captain/counselor dichotomy. I don't see why I can't be both, be equally good at both roles... be like the supportive therapist that probes in the minds and hearts of others and also the person that victoriously leads us through many manly and heroic battles."

    Nick sighed, pressed a few buttons on his thingamajig, turned around, and ignored hitta for now. This was going to be an interesting voyage.

    ~End of Chapter 1~
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    Chapter 2: Leaderless

    All 16types people were in a large meeting, sitting around a huge table arguing over who would be captain over their new ship. It was an interesting story how they got it in the first place, one that will have to be told later.

    Everybody was wearing Star Trek-esque cloth uniforms. Without the faggy symbols on their chests. There was a special neuro-communicator system integrated in the Ship's motherboard that enabled them to contact anybody on the ship whenever they wanted to, just by thinking about them. It was like a form of technical telepathy that everybody had access to, but there still had to be some sort of mutual connection between members in order to work. In other words, it could not be used to read somebody's mind without their consent.

    "Maybe we just need to vote on it?" Jenna shyly suggested while tucking a strand of hair between her ears. She was sitting by her lover and mate, Discojoe.

    "No" Ashton grunted. A now beefy, muscular man that once had the body of a runner.... looked to be more of a Warrior-type. He was sitting next to his best friend FDG, who was very similar to him. "Democracy is for fags. Weaklings, pussies. Why bring that particular brand of politics into this?"

    "Then, what, are you suggesting?" Hkkmr said. He was a very diplomatic Asian who was now an Android/Robot. (He was very well-made though and you could hardly tell) Actually, in the war of 2750 - all asian people became androids, in order to live forever and be immortal, and continue to produce highly entertaining roleplaying games from a safe distance. "Some sort of battle or test to see who gets to be Captain?"

    "I never said that" Ashton said, looking slightly self-satisfied. "It's just, every society, every group of people make up ranks. It's only natural. We can't just become a cess pool of love and togetherness. I am NOT a heartless person, contrary to what some people think (shoots looks around the room). But if this ship becomes Socialist, I will personally jump out and commit suicide myself!"

    "It's like sometimes you confuse Socialism with Communism" Crazedrat said, the bitchy IEI wanting to start an argument.

    "I agree it's more interesting to have Competition over Cooperation" Nanashi said, because she was a gamma. "But how would such a test be ... testable? We all have such highly specialized and different abilities" Nanashi said. "Such incredibly different methods of intelligence!"

    "No wonder we're arguing" Slacker Mom quipped.

    Ashton rubbed his temples. Nanashi was right. They could just all have a physical challenge, but this ship could obviously not be run by brute strength alone. Ashton was slightly more physically stronger than the others, but that had dampened through evolution. Most of everybody's 'super' abilities were quite subtle, as science and technology won out in the end over mysticism and spirituality. Gadgets over Gurus. A fact that conservative christian Director Abbie wasn't pleased with. So in most meetings like these, she just sulked in the corner and knitted. She was glad to be here with the group, but she wanted them to make a decision already.

    "We barely agree on anything and we like to argue about everything" Gilly said. He was sitting next to Nick. "Are you sure we're meant to run a ship together. I disagree with Ashton (as usual)... running a starship takes a lot more cooperation than competition. Obviously, it takes both. But do we really want to live in an environment where we consistently desire to rip each other's throats out?"

    "Yes" Ashton said in his usual blunt and trolling way. "Much more fun that way."

    "What else can we do?" Sam finally spoke up after being quiet like he usually is in large groups such as these. Ever the introvert. And of course, he was sitting next to Dolphin, who was also being a quiet listener. "I m-mean... where else can we go? Earth is destroyed. Everything in the Milky Way got obliterated twenty years ago, doesn't everybody remember? The main pure reason, (Everybody seems to forget the main pure point sometimes besides the loveable gay shaman), the main pure reason why we're traveling through space is we need to find another planet worthy enough to call 'Home!'"

    Hitta's jaw dropped as he listened to everybody give him new bits of information at speeds his 2012-year-old conscienceness wasn't used to. "There's no more earth anymore?" Hitta said.

    Sam sighed. "No.. I'm afraid there is not. It got blown up. By an evil alien race known as the Rikti. They tend to just... blow up... what they can't make into slaves. We humans resisted being slaves, would rather die than have somebody tell us what to do."

    "That's Americans for you!" Krae said from his European vantage point.

    "That's why the Prime Mission is to defeat the Rikti first and *then* find a home" Sam said. "Along with anything else standing in our way. Or we die here together, in this starship. Look at us, bickering about what doesn't really matter- when we should all just be getting along together and be fags!"

    "I understand the sentimental point of your speech Samerang" Gulanzon said, "But it DOES matter. We need to organize our unique personas in a tightly controlled power structure or we will just spin around in circles, with no real direction. It's like..." Gulanzon thought for a moment on how to convey the message to Sam in a way that he would hear. Gulanzon raised his hand in a dramatic way, index finger pointing upward. "It's like a straight man is mean and brutal and you don't like how he hurts your feelings, right? But he does something your friends can't ever do. He forges a path. A straight narrow path, that will make us safe if we stay on its course. And take us home." Gulanzon paused for emotional effect, and then finished with: "I have a big heart too. I don't like anybody being above or below anybody else. But the alternative is both literally and metaphorically - flying around in circles!"

    Cpig blinked. "Thank you Gulanzon, that was uh, equally amusing, and frightening... all at once...."

    Sam almost literally crashed his head through the glass black table out of frustration. "So then... how do we do this? How do we decide who gets to be captain of this Starship?" He then suddenly got out his phaser/laser gun and shot Gulanzon in the chest with it. (Stun-setting only, of course) "... And that's what you get for insinuating that a gay male could never be captain of a spaceship!"
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    "science and technology won out in the end over mysticism and spirituality. Gadgets over Gurus. A fact that conservative christian Director Abbie wasn't pleased with."

    I am offended! I think mysticism and spirituality are stupid wasted of time and meant for white triangles and Adolf Hitler and bald guys who sit on mountains.

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    Abbie is so boring and rigid it's awesome instead of boring and rigid. She seems so practical and down-to-the-ground.

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    Yeah but we need you to play that role to provide interesting conflict. *grin*

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    Quote Originally Posted by Director Abbie View Post
    "science and technology won out in the end over mysticism and spirituality. Gadgets over Gurus. A fact that conservative christian Director Abbie wasn't pleased with."

    I am offended! I think mysticism and spirituality are stupid wasted of time and meant for white triangles and Adolf Hitler and bald guys who sit on mountains.


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    Hmm.

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    Why do I only have 1 line? Why am I not given a cool description? Why do I not stomp Gulanzon's latently homo guts out for even being in the same room as me?

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    Chapter 3: Competition for Captain

    There was a silence in the air for awhile. Uncomfortable looks all around. A thought seemed to strike everybody from the same place all at once, and it was up to hitta to deliver the bad news.

    "Fight... we're going to have to fight." It's times like these Hitta wanted a cigar. "Y'all don't have any cigars on this ship do you?" Hitta said. He wanted to go to the side wall and say 'Computer, cigar please' and have one be materialized, but he wasn't quite sure just how much of a Star Trek rip-off this place was. Besides, he was too busy staring at April's chest to move out of his comfortable chair.

    "That brings us back to my original question" Nanashi said. She was wearing these stylish white semi-puffy shoulderpad things that looked great on her frame. She also had this minor irritation in her voice whenever she wanted people to take her seriously. "How do we test for it?"

    "We just do" FDG said in his usual cocky, Italian straight man way. He was wearing a Star Trek-ish suit with a dark yellow stripe across his chest whereas Ashton was wearing a red one. "It wouldn't be 100% fair but life isn't fair. We set up a tournament, a competition. Some would have more of an edge than others, but whoever wants to compete, will be able to compete."

    "Can't we just have some sort of intellectual test instead?" Aerorobyn said.

    Dolphin shook her head. "No. I mean we're all smart, right? That's how... that's why the ship has been practically running itself ever since we got it, two weeks ago" she said. "The computers handle the raw intellectual stuff for us anyway." She realized the ship also needed a cool name, but that was for another meeting.

    Tcaud's eyes blinked. "I think your ti-polr is showing missy!" he said in his usual neurotic, passive-aggressive way. "We've just been lucky I'm afraid. When things get chaotic from the Rikti we'll need a smart Ti-ego person to help us get back online."

    "Great, you can be like an engineer?" Confimed/Golden said. "But this test is for captain. I guess the people who don't want to be captain, don't have to participate" she said. "Oh believe me, I am going to compete for this role. I'm too much of a BITCH not to." She smiled at everybody with a knowing wink.

    "He's still gonna have to compete with other engineers for the chief engineering position" Ashton said. "There's like what, more than 150 crew members on board? I'm sure we'll have a team of at least six engineers."

    HaveLucidDreams yawned. He was tapping his pencil on the table, and for some reason he was just plain bored. "I kinda think the cute little icon in the beginning of the story is more interesting than the actual content. Know what I'm sayin'?" He waved his hands in a Jerry Seinfeld way. "16types adventures... in SPAAAACE!" he made straight man space noises with his tongue.

    "Stop narcissistically breaking the 4th wall!" Gilly shouted out. "People want to believe in the DREAM man, and they can't do that if we always troll them!"

    "The actual show doesn't have the trolling but the actors do some trolling thing that makes fun of the fans after it's done like when William Shatner made fun of nerdy Star Trek boys that can't get laid on SNL" Lucid Dreams said. He then proceeded to get out his laptop and link everybody to funny video clips that always break the 4th wall. That is until Gilly used his fire powers and blew up Lucid's laptop.

    Sean, the gay male ESTp and primary love interest for Sam, growled. "Oh trust me, I am *so* going to have sex on this ship." He moved closer to Sam.

    "Sean! With so many people in the room I didn't even realize that you were here." He got gay hearts in his eyes.

    "Can we please get back to the topic on hand?" Director Abbie growled. "You all know how I feel about rampant displays of sexuality."

    "Right!" Sam said. "So like what, we fight each other for the role as Captain? Have a battle royale in one of the Holodecks?"

    "To the death" Ashton said in a very serious deadpan way. Everybody in the room started to get hella uncomfortable.

    "I'M KIDDING!" Ashton said. "Again not a heartless douchebag. I'm not going to kill anybody but there's nothing wrong with a little competition! Don't be afraid just because you know I'll probably win!"

    Crazedrat, Gilly, Nick and Krаe all looked at each other from almost opposite ends of the huge conference room. Oh God, they wanted to kick Ashton's ass so fucking bad.

    "All other positions can be a more mental competition" Dolphin said. "Well the role of Captain is both mental and physical, they are like the uh you know, protagonist in the RPG that's great at a little bit of everything."

    "Right like mario in Super Mario RPG: legend of the seven stars" Sam said. "Or Cloud in Final Fantasy VII or..."

    "Stop with the dorky pop-culture references" K0prsey said. "We get the point."

    "I can handle creating and categorizing all the boring written mental tests for us non-captainy types" Uniden spoke up to everybody. He was nervous and shaking. "That's it if its okay with everybody else. I mean uh... you know, I'm so shy and innocent. Therefore, fighting isn't for me."

    "Hey, I'm shy and innocent too but I'm still gonna give it a shot...." Sam said. "But that's okay you don't have to fight if you don't want to."

    "Okay so it's settled then" Allie said. "I can make pretty flyers for the competition, letting everybody on the ship know in case they want to participate. I know I can just speak to everybody using our fancy pants technology but... I'm an artist. I like making flyers." She looked around the room and narcissistically batted her eyelashes.

    "I'll help" Starfall said. Glamoura and Scarlettluv all nodded their heads in agreement.

    Gulanzon was busy on his laptop, hurriedly typing everything that was going on in this meeting. "Okay boss, I wrote the minutes for this week's meeting!" he said to Sam in a very likeable way. The cute nerd pushed up his glasses. "Secretary Gulanzon at your service."

    Sam tousled Gulanzon's hair in a playfully affectionate way. "Thattaboy!" he said. He loved this kid.

    "We need a date for the competition" Cpig said. He was wearing a suit that was a nice silver color that looked good with his complexion. "Let's say... a week from today?" ((OOC: sorry cpig that's the best I could do I'll try to get your character down better later, bro =p))

    "Week and a half" Slacker Mom suggested. "Give people extra time to prepare?" How motherly of her.

    "Okay week and a half it is." Gulanzon typed on the computer.

    Won't make a bit of difference Ashton thought to himself.

    He was going to win.

    Wasn't he?
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    hahaha, that's better

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    I loved havelucidreams's part and "Sam tousled Gulanzon's hair in a playfully affectionate way. "Thattaboy!" he said. He loved this kid."

    made me lollllll
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    Pfft, I only get one small line, I see how it is.

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    Chapter 4: Practice Makes Perfect

    Sam was in his private quarters, sitting on the carpet Indian style. He was wearing mint robes that looked good on him. He concentrated and lifted his entire body about eleven inches from the ground. The doors of his quarters beeped, which indicated somebody was on the other side wanting to visit him.

    "Come in" he said, not letting the distraction break his levitation. Such a minor irritation could not get under his skin if he was to win this competition.

    Dolphin smiled at the faggot levitating in his quarters. She was wearing robes of her own, blue robes natch. "Pretty impressive, most people with the power of levitation can only levitate a few inches. But why do it at all, when you can just..." she got out her phaser gun from her side belt and shocked truck in the butt with it. He fell down on the floor with a thud.

    Sam stood up and looked down at his friend, who was many inches shorter than him. "If this competition turns into something purely physical, with only our lasers as weapons, then surely Ashton will win" he said.

    "Well I never said you shouldn't use your levitation, it's just I don't understand why. Those powers are considered outdated as they are ancient." Dolphin said. "I can still throw fireballs and water bolts but this..." she held up her weapon. "Is three times faster."

    Sam scratched his chin. "I guess me studying my 'old powers' are more for spiritual relief then something practical. Something to help emotionally prepare for a battle what will most likely just become me learning the art of effective 'dodge-twirling.'" The infamous 'dodge-twirl' was something taught to all crew members on how to dodge a laser beam.

    Dolphin sighed. "Yeah...." After a bit of shared quietness between them, she blurted out, "Oh! I remember the reason I came to see you. I just...." She sighed again. "I just want you to know that, if I win this, there will be no hard feelings right? You won't be butthurt taking orders from somebody more than a foot shorter than you?"

    Sam smiled. "You mean if *I* win...."

    Dolphin playfully smacked her friend on his faggy chest. "You know what I mean..."

    Sam moved closer to Dolphin and hugged her. "Of course I'll be okay if you win. Competition isn't the same thing as cruelty, and if there are adventurers that think otherwise- we'll deal with them when the problem arises."

    Dolphin sunk her head deeper in truck's chest and purred. "Okay, I just don't want to feel too guilty for being hard on you."

    "Hit me with your best. I expect nothing less" Sam said.

    Dolphin smiled and began to turn around to leave. "It's getting late. I need to do some practice of my own and head to bed."

    Sam nodded. As soon as Dolphin got in the doorway, Sam shouted "Dolphin! Hit me with your laser again.... quick as fast you can!"

    Dolphin did as she was instructed, pivoting on one foot and spinning around quickly to give Sam a quick red beam out of her gun.

    Sam held out his hand and the beam traveled upward towards the ceiling.

    Sam smiled at Dolphin, who looked pretty impressed. "I've learned to channel my levitation outward, to behave as a sort of telekinesis. I realized what I was doing wrong, focusing too much inside myself like an introvert, but I could purge my powers outward... making my levitation that much better."

    Dolphin kept staring at the laser beam that was halfway to Sam, halfway bent up towards the ceiling. "Time will tell if it's more useful than just twirling the fuck out of a way like a normal str8 man melee class" she said.

    Dolphin left the room, Sam stepped out of the way, and the beam continued its original path of trajectory, breaking one of his lamps.

    "Oh well, those are easy enough to replicate" Sam said.

    NEXT CHAPTER: Gilly and Nick practicing together. SHIRTLESS. (mmm)

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    Chapter 5: Practice makes Perfect, part the 2nd

    The Holodeck Gilly and Nick were practicing in was playing 'WE WILL ROCK YOU' while a huge showdown was going down. The room had nothing in it but the boys and a very large blue mat. Both boys were shirtless and wearing dark blue athletic pants.

    Gilly felt his curly hair being pulled and his entire body being carried in a 360-degree direction. He felt something hard and blunt hit the side of his face and a few of his teeth fell out. So that's what being smacked against a wall feels like...

    Gilly tossed out his hands and threw down a Magic Anvil in a hopefully not-random direction when he regained control of himself. However, Nick dodged said anvil by forward somersaulting out of the way and prepared to gut Gilly with two daggers. Gilly yelled out and summoned his Juggle Shield to protect him and Nick ended up slicing two plastic balls instead.

    "Damn Jesters" Nick grunted. It was enough of a distraction for Gilly to grab Nick in a chokehold and trip him, sending both boys crashing down on the mat. Gilly punched Nick in the face as hard as he could.

    Gilly punched again, then realized he was hitting nothing but mat. Nick had used his Rogue's Stealth power to turn invisible. Gilly recover flipped back up on two feet, and shot out fireballs in every direction he could think of to bring Nick back into the battle.

    Gilly cried out in pain as he suddenly felt Nick's daggers pierce through the back of his skin out through his chest. Before Gilly could die though, Nick took out a small medical device and began stitching up his wounds. A small green laser beam patched up the huge wound. Space technology could be so nifty.

    "Man that was... intense" Gilly said. The men's chests glistened with homoerotic sweat.

    "Looks like I win that time" Nick said.

    "I wonder who will win this thing" Gilly said. "Computer, bottled water" A bottle of water materialized in the young man's hands. He lifted it up and squirted half of it at once down his throat. "All I know is that I will NOT let Ashton be the victor. Cause Jesus Christ GAWD NO" He waved his hands around like a Drag Queen.

    "We can prevent Ashton from being a nuisance ...." Nick said in a low whisper. He crept inside his side pocket and handed Gilly a phaser gun.

    "All other guns will be rewired in the safety protocol, to prevent people from using the Kill Setting. Except for this one. I programmed it to bypass the safety protocols. You'll just need one good shot. Be careful of his annoying Super Speed power."

    Gilly blinked. "Nick dude, you sure are DARK sometimes. I love it man, but see..." Gilly sighed and pushed the gun out of the way. "I don't want to kill Ashton. I want to hurt him. I want to defeat him. I want to see him cry like a faggot and then lick his tears and then spit it back out on his FACE."

    Gilly finished the rest of his water. "Besides, an action like that... will make pariahs out of us."

    "We can make it look like an accident" Nick said with a smile.

    "There will undoubtedly be an investigation..." Gilly said. "Last thing we want is hkkmr in a cop uniform putting nightsticks up our asses while we in the brig, dawg. No, just no."

    "Only the dumb sociopaths get caught" Nick retorted.

    Gilly slapped Nick in the face. "No. I want to beat him the fair way. Got it?"

    "Oh alright!" Nick said. "I suppose it is quite weak of us to act so concerned that he will win anyway." He put his arms behind his back and held his hands together.

    "It's only what everybody else on the ship is thinking as well" Gilly said. "Come on, you honestly don't think Uniden or Sammy will win do you?"

    Nick shrugged. "I don't know. Sam can be kind of powerful, surprisingly so... and Uniden isn't even participating."

    Gilly took out some darts and threw it at Ashton's face. He had a picture of Ashton's face taped on the wall. "Whatever. I just know who I wanna beat."

    Nick smiled. "But what if you DO win. Do you really wanna be captain of a spaceship? Knowing you man you'd like the glory of it for a few days and then you'll get bored." Gilly was such a loveable narcissist.

    "Then I can pass on my title to Sam or Dolphin or somebody I actually like and is deserving of it" Gilly said. "Now come on, we need to shower and do some LSD together and then have hot anal sex."

    Nick blinked at that last part. Was Gilly joking? We'll leave it for the audience to decide.

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    lol... lord.
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    Before I start reading, what are the themes of this story?
    All the good are friends of one another. (Zeno of Citium)
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    hmm....

    At its core, 16types adventures is probably about the war between Empathy and Narcissism. (good vs. evil) Also it has a strong friendship theme, working together theme, big hearted theme, and how people can grow and evolve through adversity and conflict. There's also a 'who am I?' theme and an individual's eternal search for their own identity.

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    Chapter 6: It makes narcissistic sense for the 6th chapter to be an Ashton chapter. I don't know why it just does.

    Ashton drew out a bad-ass looking broad sword and looked up at the huge beast before him. He was in a holodeck room of his own, practicing his own battle like all the others who wanted to be Captain. Unlike most of the others, Ashton preferred to practice alone. He was wearing his full-plate black Death Knight gear.

    It was not many adventurers who could say that they soloed a Clear Dragon and lived to tell about it. Yes, the fabled Clear Dragon. The same beast that killed Isha over a thousand years ago.

    As soon as the beast chomped down, Ashton super sped out of the way. He then leaped and tried to penetrate his sword in the creature's back, but it used its Incorporeal Ability and Ashton fell through the dragon. The Clear Dragon re-corporealized himself. Ashton then realized he was... inside him. Inside the Clear Dragon's stomach.

    "Computer e-" Ashton stopped himself. No not end program. In real life you can't just say 'End Program' and have everything turn out your way. He would fight his way out. In a fury, Ashton slashed every bit of the dragon's insides.

    Eventually after enough internal damage, the dragon puked Ashton back up. His head was beginning to feel woozy as if a part of himself was digested into the dragon, even though he had already escaped. "Computer... what is my health status?" Ashton said.

    "Your life force has been irrevocably drained by 4.7%"

    "Computer... end program" Ashton said. The Clear Dragon growled and vanished out of the holodeck.

    Okay, okay. So soloing a Clear Dragon WAS a bit too much. Even for Ashton. Did he really just die that much, never to get it returned again? What was going on. Perhaps he would go to Sickbay soon.

    Ashton walked out of the holodeck and saw Dolphin standing there.

    "Hey" Dolphin said.

    "Hi" Ashton said. "We must be um using holodecks, near each other..." Ashton said.

    "You look so worried" Dolphin said.

    "I just died today" Ashton said. Dolphin gave a confused look to him. It was then he realized that they weren't really properly introduced.

    "I come from the planet Straightga" (the 2nd t is silent, pronounced stray-guh) Ashton said. "I'm not ... fully human. Half-human, half straightga. My straightga half is what gives me my superior physical strength. Unlike most life forms, If I don't mate eventually, I die. Perish. If I was full straightga I'd already be dead by now, in fact."

    Dolphin gave Ashton an empathetic look. "I know a lot of people on the ship don't like you but... they don't like each other much either I don't think. I think it's honestly a really rare thing to be liked by somebody." She looked deeper in his eyes. "Truly liked, ya know?" It was so precious and tender, like a locket from your grandmother.

    Ashton smiled. What was it about the female species that made them so adorable? "Yeah. You're right about that. I know I'm selfish, I know I'm unkind. I don't like to... hide that, with fake niceness. You know?"

    "I know" Dolphin said. "They call you Asston for a reason..."

    "But still, if I don't find somebody to truly love, with the utmost of empathy, then I will eventually kill myself. Like I tried to do just now in the holodeck when I attempted to solo a Clear Dragon with disabled security precautions."

    "You WHAT" Dolphin said. "Are you NUTS. Ashton, why do you want to hurt yourself?" she said.

    "I don't want to, it's just hard-wired in my straightga genetics" Ashton said. "Something called strong Fi dual seeking. I have to find my romantic partner that is right for me. If I don't, I self-destruct. And it can't just be any girl. It has to be somebody completely compatible with my unique biological structure, which is very hard to find. That's why I'm... that's why I try so hard in space."

    Dolphin was taken aback. "No wonder you're so mean sometimes. But maybe if you tell other people.. they'll understand."

    Ashton put his head down in a sexy straight man way. "It's not like people will miss me if I'm gone" Ashton said. He bumped Dolphin's arm and walked out of the way. He knew all most people wanted was people to be nice, and so that's what made it so easy to control others and take it away from them. How could he make up for the hurt that he already caused?

    "Oh that's so sad. And hot and manly" Dolphin said. Said the first sentence, whispered the second. A rugged, masculine man on a quest for both romance and redemption.

    Dolphin wanted to reach out to Ashton. She wanted to let him know that he didn't have to feel like an alien, and they all kinda felt like an alien at times. Maybe they could all be on this ship, learning how to be aliens together. And she wanted to teach others that they needed to forgive him.

    They were all selfish and unkind, cruel and unusual, weird beyond redemption. But they all were also capable of great feats of selflessness and all had a strong need to be loved, for exactly who and what they were.

    Dolphin looked out a window at the huge universe before her. It really was beautiful.
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    lol you make me sound like a Mary Sue.

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    The fourth wall must be broken


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