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Space Does Not Work That Way: Space Tropes Meme

Carl Sagan once said, "The surface of the earth is the shore of the cosmic ocean. Recently, we've waded out a little way, and the water seems inviting." And now? Now the cosmic ocean is just riddled with tropes.

It's awesome.

how.
- post your characters
- put any preferences in your comment, including a prefered role if you like
- tag around, using RNG for situational inspiration if necessary
- rule space

who.
a) normal self - your character is just your character. but in space.
b) captain space, defender of earth - or jupiter or krypton or tatooine or vulcan or you know whatever. you're a space hero defending the home planet from space.
c) generation shipper - you were born on a spaceship and you'll die on a spaceship because everyone is just always in spaceships. planets are for archaeologists and anthropologists and other nerds.
d) expanded universe-er - traveling from planet to planet is totally normal. your bff is from like 4 parsecs away nbd.
e) space marines - ...space marines.
f) troglodyte - somehow, everyone started going to space real casual and you missed it. find out what all the buttons do.
g) something else - hot alien babe? space pirate? asteroid miner? star fleet padawan cylon? the infinite expanses of space are the limit. because there is no sky in space.

what.
1) astral finale - time to go up into space for a boss battle in an amazing technicolor battlefield.
2) boarding party - ain't no party like a boarding party 'cause a boarding party don't stop! ...'til the other side surrenders.
3) death world - the ship's run out of fuel on perhaps literally the most dangerous, volcano-having, evil-monster-harboring planet in the known galaxy. have fun with that.
4) earth that was - [insert home planet here] was lost to [insert devastating thing here]. wander in space forever or find a new home for the survivors.
5) hurl it into the sun - you have a super important mission in space: destroy something in the nearest star without exploding yourself in the nearest star.
6) it's a small world after all - of all the galaxies in all the 'verses, somehow you only ever have awkward chance encounters with life forms you really don't want to.
7) lost colony - ohei we found that ship/colony/signal we thought we lost all those years ago. i bet nothing terrible will happen if we go investigate it now.
8) no gravity for you - sometimes things break in space. hopefully your spanner won't float away when the artificial gravity breaks.
9) planet looters - quick, defend your planet from the invaders here to take all your water/gold/sheeps! alternately: quick, jump in a ship so we can go raid that planet for all its water/gold/sheeps!
10) reentry scare - you should be slowing down. why aren't you slowing down.
11) space madness - been out here too long, man. things are getting real 2001: a space odyssey.
12) war of earthly aggression - time to space-maraud and conquer other planets. in the name of your planet, which makes it totally legit.
13) get your trope on - bang around on tvtropes until you find something you like. do it.
14) choose your own spaceventure - you've all seen trek wars and battlestar andromeda. you do you.

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[ota, f/f, m/f, gen]

[YEAAAAAH]

[Sometimes ship repair was a thankless job. One that Asriel was decent at for his age, but still...]

Sans, I found ketchup inside the control panel again.

[It's a good thing Sans and Papyrus were small-time sentries. Though tasked to patrol their small part of the galaxy for humans, their ship was a mess inside and out. Sans is floating around in zero gravity, drinking the last of yet another ketchup bottle through a straw.]

Uh oh. Wonder how that got there.

[//screams into the sky// OUTERTALE]

[This is his JAM.]

[space spaghetti western pirate y/y]

[i'm not saying she's a robot but she's definitely a robot]

[could be in canon universe, or we could work an AU out! please, F/F for shipping.]

[ Never mind how a sword and a rock met; traveling the cosmos caused Fi to experience an emotion she believed to be enjoyment. There was a certain thrill, too, passing through a zone designated "restricted". The area seemed safe enough, so why not?

Until their ship picked up a distress signal in the area.

There wasn't supposed to be anyone or anything out here. ]

Decoding... the distress signal appears to be emanating from "USG Ishimura". The Ishimura is a planetcracker-class ship owned by the Concordance Extraction Corporation, hereafter to be referred to as simply "CEC".

... There is an 87.5% chance it is operating within this section illegally.

Advise next course of action.

[a distress signal, hm? it might be worth checking out, if only for the purposes of discovering if there are any gems aboard.]

It probably wouldn't be remiss to check it out, but it depends upon the number of individuals aboard the ship. After all, we wouldn't want to stumble upon something not even I could handle.

[after millenia of training alongside Rose, pearl is fairly confident in her combat capabilities. even if she is just a pearl.]

_{[These two might get along]}

[i never thought i'd see this cr, but. why not! did you have anything in mind?]

_{[That is the beauty of a meme community like this. You can have these two together. So space shenanigans, maybe the Enterprise encounters a Thing happening and it's to do with the Crystal Gems or even the Homeworld Gems and the Crystal Gems intervene and Enterprise is just caught in the madness of it all? Either way, Pearl and Spock working together to protect/save their respective crazy comrades would be fun]}

[If there's one thing to be said for Peridot, it's that she learns quickly.

However, to be able to learn quickly, she first has to not know about some kind of skill, which she Detests. She musr know everything, as the absence of knowledge is a weak spot in her purely hypothetical armor. Also her literal armor, as it happens--she's lost her limb enhancements, and she's pretty annoyed about it.

The culmination of all these things is her smacking at various buttons on a grade-A Homeworld ship's communications panel, hopefully not causing too much damage.

She's mumbling things. Okay, just one thing, repeated: clod. She's trying her best.]

...Peridot! There you are.

[pearl enters the room, gracefully and quietly as always. that's not quite her intention; she was simply built that way. and yet, she walks with her head held high, in itself an act of defiance. pearl towers over the other gem as she stares at her 'work,' before speaking somewhat tersely.]

It might be best if we didn't break the ship's controls. You've got more experience with this type of technology than I, haven't you?

[the idea of somehow figuring out how to work this thing before peridot is extremely appealing. pearl reassures herself that she's not that petty, and proceeds to scan the buttons, trying to quickly deduce how to figure out how to control this before peridot...breaks the controls. yes. that's why.]

yes, he's a space marine.

On your feet, Sergeant. The living still have need of you.

[The large, insectoid creatures that had been swarming Sergeant Walker en masse are now reduced to ash courtesy of Exodus's eye beams, and Exodus himself is extending a hand to help the other man back up.]

Know you anything about these creatures? They burn well enough, but their numbers seem without limit.

[He grunted back and accepted the hand. He glared at the remains of whatever that was and shook his head.]

If I didn't know better I would have guessed on Rachni but they were hunted to extinction. No, these are different. There's plenty of weird insectoids in the universe though.

[Once Sergeant Walker is back on his feet Exodus turns back to the hallway he came from, in case any more are coming. There aren't, at least not for now, but he doesn't expect the reprieve to last long.]

Ah. Well, I hope you are more familiar with this vessel than I then. We need to find whatever is leading this invasion and cut it off at the head.

There we might have better luck. I've been on several different ships in my time. Every ship is different but there's a general way all ships are laid out. However I'm actually familiar with this type. [He reloads his XPN-127 plasma rifle and readies it again.] This corridor leads the the starboard observation deck. I don't think we'll find anything relevant over there.

[He shakes his head and frowns.] I know only of Avalon's type, but I would have thought a ship as new as this would have been better fortified. [He takes point, as even with the rifle he has the greater 'firepower' of the two of them, trusting that the sergeant will remain true to what he knows of him and watch his back.] I tried reading one of these things for information, but it had nothing beyond its orders.

[He pauses, hearing a skittering sound from a direction he can't immediately identify.] Which way would be quickest to the bridge?

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Because it's a science vessel and also it's an older model. [He takes up position on Exodus six.] Until we know for sure whether they're pets or their own, anything can happen.

There's usually a central elevator shaft which leads to every deck. Even the bridge. Or a maintenance tunnel. But if we're going to the bridge then we need to head the other way. Unless you want to enjoy the view? [There just might be a little smugness in his voice at that.]

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Is it? It appears I have been misinformed then. Or simply deceived, if the track record of the man who directed me here is anything to go by. [A scowl of disgust quickly flickers across his features.]

In the meantime, lead on. [His tone is still brisk and calm; if he's bothered by the turnabout of Sergeant Walker taking point and being his backup rather than the other way around, he does a good job of not letting it show.] I'll follow your lead.

Come along then, unless you want to take point? [Chris is more comfortable leading though. So he continues down the corridors and keeps an eye out. Suddenly he stops and listens. There's a distinct skittering which is coming closer. He signals to Exodus and tip toes closer. He takes cover behind some crates having discovered a humanoid corpse. It got some nasty crush injuries like those from manibles.]

No. You know the way. [Exodus is a proud man, but not so proud that he has forgotten the difference between pride and stupidity. Sergeant Walker knows the way, so he should take point. And if that means following him, he'll just have to find out if he's still got it in him to be a humble soldier again. He keeps pace with the sergeant, keeping his six covered the way a soldier properly ought to in this situation. Hearing the skittering, his first instinct is to move towards it, but he remembers himself and follows the other man's lead as he said he would, crouching beside him. His eyes flicker to the corpse quickly, but his attention is required elsewhere.

The skittering is growing louder, and it's definitely coming from up ahead now. Exodus speaks quickly, his tone low.] If I immobilize them at range, you can pick them off with your rifle. We might be able to keep them bottlenecked. [Ordinarily that would be a plan, but with the sergeant in charge now it's demoted to suggestion. This kind of close-quarters combat is more in line with Walker's training than his own anyway.]

[He listens to the suggestion and keeps his eyes trained at the path ahead. He can hear the creatures approaching too. He'd rather have a few more men but this would have to do.]

Sound plan. [He then motions to the corpse.] At least we know now that these creatures took over this ship.

[He nods in agreement.] We'll just have to take it back then. Outdated science vessel or not.

[Lifting two fingers to his temple, his mouth hardens into a thin line as he reaches out with his psychic senses. And not a moment too soon, for there they are, rounding the corner, a horde like before. These things clearly like to do their hunting in packs, whatever they are. The ones at the front hiss eagerly, mandibles clicking in excitement, but the hissing quickly takes on a confused note when they find they can go no further, their horse-sized bodies held in place by Exodus's TK.]

[He gives it a moment for Exodus powers to go into effect. Then he carefully aims from where he's sitting and starts fire several rounds of hot plasma onto the insects. They hiss is pain as the volley melts away their flesh and exoskeletons. All done with military prescion. The front creatures soon fall but more is trying to push through.]

[Even after his ally the sergeant starts peppering the invaders with fire he does not release them, holding them as long as their bodies are intact enough to block their fellows, and only after they are not does he let them go. The things have no tactical awareness, as even in the face of their inability to move forward they still just keep trying like overgrown ants bumping against a wall. More come and he holds those too, until finally they are done, reduced to a wide smoking heap of melted chitin. His nose wrinkles at the smell.]

Hm. It seems these things have little mind for strategies beyond overwhelming numbers, does it not? Well shot, Sergeant.

[ LAWYERS AND MAGICIANS IN SPACE THO. ]

( Cosmic entity? Let's go with that. )

[Junti is only a part of the Honor Guard accompanying the High Chemist to ...some sort of trade agreement, and her instructions were to stay in the provided rooms unless called for, and to do her best to stay out of the way of those who ran the ship.

But Junti has never seen a spaceship, or met any aliens, before. She's never really seen much besides the Chapterhouse, and the Girl's House before that. So when day (or what passes for it on a ship) came, she snuck out of her room after the others had fallen asleep, to wander the corridors taking in as much as she can. It really isn't wrong unless you got caught, right?

...But someone is coming! She presses herself against the wall, hoping it might help. Why doesn't this place have anything to hid behind?]

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_{[I have never read Vattu but she looks adorable!]}

Enterprise was bustling, as usual, with their new guests and the crew trying to accommodate them. Trade talks were going between the ambassadors and the aliens. Jim hated ambassadors, not that he ever shared that sentiment with Spock. They were just so pretentious and entitled and they got in the way of how he ran his ship. They were so important and the whole atmosphere on the bridge changed while they were on board. Everyone was nervous until they left and right now the talks were happening on the ship which meant they'd be on board even longer. He had to just keep to his routine and weather the storm. It was hardly a storm, more just an inconvenience but that was enough to displease Jim Kirk.

He wanted to be adventurous and find aliens and explore. Not sit here and endure someone else's board meeting. But he was wandering the halls like you do when you're a captain, coffee in hand. He spies a little purple creature suddenly hug the wall and he looks toward them. One of his guests. He approaches slowly.

"Hello. Are you lost?" he smiled gently. She looked nervous. "I'm Captain Kirk, can I help?"

[She really is.]

Oh. Oh. Junti recognized him now. It was the Captain, the one who'd met them (well, met High Chemist Kurna) when they had been brought aboard. She remembered thinking how strange he and the others had looked, all pink and hairless, with flat feet and a smooth head, except for the sides. Not like a Surin at all.

Reflexively, Junti made the gesture of greeting and bowed her head.

"I am low before thee, O Captain. I was-- I am-- I'm looking for--" The greeting had not bought her enough time to come up with suitable explanation. "I mean-- This place is too big!"

...She'd never been good at this sort of thing.

He is different from them, they are different from him. That's the beauty of all of this, he loves the universe. She's a cute little one, isn't she? He bowed his head to her out of respect.

"There is no reason to say all that. It's fine, you're my guest, I want to help any way I can." because forget the stupid ambassadors, this was his ship and she was his responsibility.

"It is a large ship, I will give you that." a proud smile. "But I'd be happy to escort you anywhere you are trying to go, miss...?"

"I'm Acolyte Chemist Junti. I'm part of the honor guard." Reflexively, she makes the gesture of greeting again. "I am low before thee."

What she really wants is to ask him how the ship flies, what makes it stop, what makes it go, what makes it turn, how people don't suffocate in it, and much more. But she realizes that if she asked that, he might think she was spying. And then he would tell Kurna, and Kurna would see to it that she was never allowed out of the Chapterhouse ever again. And then she would never see a starship.

"Where... do you get food?" Saying it, she realizes how flimsy it sounds, but it cannot be unsaid.

Huh. Maybe that was a customary thing to say, a phrase of humility. He already said she didn't have to say that but maybe it was a cultural thing. He wouldn't push it.

He smiled at her. Such a delightfully innocent request! "That's a great question, come with me, I'll show you the mess hall." the officer's mess to be exact. It was smaller and less crowded so she'd have less competition for examining a machine. He explained on the way how they had machines that materialized food on demand and they all had libraries of recipes to choose from.

"Anyone can eat anything in any combination here. You're welcome to try it, if you like." if she isn't so bold then he'll order a refill on his coffee to illustrate to her how it worked.

[I have no idea what, if anything, Reboot did with the replicators, so the description is based on TOS.]

The mess is somehow even brighter than the halls had been, and Junti squints as her eyes adjust. She instinctively looks around for the "libraries" though she knows, intellectually, he means computer programs. The Chapterhouse had a library, full of scrolls, though they had all been long ago digitized, and Acolytes had to get special permission to tough the originals. And wear special gloves. But Junti had always found being in their presence oddly soothing.

Her eyes adjusted, Junti spots several panels set into the wall, with slots, buttons and what looks like a panel. Near one of them is a table, with a pile of colorful plastic squares stacked on it. Junti points to the pile and asks:

"Is that the library? How do I use it?"

_{[I would guess it's just a touchscreen but hey, the glossy plastic cartridges are funny]}

The enterprise didn't have print books the way her world did. The only tomes were the ones brought on by the crew and even those were rare. When one couldn't bring much in the way of personal effects, a tablet was much better to use.

The room is bright though Jim is very used to it by now and he forgets how hard it is to see in here. He notices that Junti is struggling though and commands the lights down 30%. That should help.

"That sure is. It's just a matter of finding the one you'd like and inserting it into one of the replicator control panels. Liiiike... let's find a refill for my coffee as an example." he rifled through the stack until he found the drink and mindlessly plugged it into the replicator. He then touched some controls for temperature and the volume of his drink. Soon he had another mug of jet fuel.

He gestured for her to try.

[space ~~marines~~ samurais.]

( He's something like a space ranger/marshal. Solo/vigilante defender of the weak and downtrodden. Pretty much this meme is his entire canon. Totally up for AUing him into another role, though. )

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memes... in space!

Clarice Ferguson | Blink | Marvel Comics

AkaRed - Boukenger Vs Super Sentai/Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger - OTA

Sans | Undertale

let's go with anime space pirates

PERFECT

chara | undertale

Doug Eiffel | Wolf 359

River Tam } Firefly

a pythia | greek mythology | ota

Pearl | Steven Universe | OTA

a7, we dead space now

i am sorry this took so long but here I am.

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f-12;

f-12...please tell me we are conquering homeworld in stevens name

Scott McCall | Teen Wolf

Sgt. Chris Walker | Original character

a|e/2

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Trucy Wright | Ace Attorney | OTA

Davy Jones ♆ OC ♆ OTA

Jim Kirk | Star Trek AOS

Standard Star Trek Set-up GO

Righto

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Spock | Star Trek AOS

Peridot | Steven Universe | OTA | no smut

Mitsunari Ishida | Sengoku Basara | ota

Jaylah | Star Trek | Open

Peter Quill ★ Marvel Comics ★ OTA