#space aussies

[thewildwaffle]

Can't Run Forever

Sheebarm glanced over his shoulder nervously. They were still there. They weren’t there every time he looked, and that actually made it even worse. He’d run and lose his pursuers for a while. That was the easy part, they only had two legs and a simple steady gait, after all.

The problem was, however, that after he slowed down to catch his breath, thinking he was well enough hidden, the humans would once again show up behind him when he looked over his shoulder. Sheebarm cursed under his breath and picked up his pace once again. He had to do something different to lose them. There was no way he was going to be able to keep this up much longer.

“Breakin’ outta prison was supposta be the easy part,” Sheebarm grumbled to himself before he started getting short of breath once more. In truth, breaking out had been only slightly more difficult than he’d planned, but he’d managed alright and had managed to smuggle bits and pieces of guards’ uniforms and stash them away until the moment was right and he could make his move. Unfortunately, he’d been discovered missing earlier than he’d planned. Normally that’d be no problem, he’d made enough of a head start on his stolen hover glider that he felt confident that he’d be able to sneak away under the cover of darkness.

And under normal circumstances, that might have been true. But what he hadn’t accounted for was that the third-party trackers the prison would hire would be human. They’d lasted longer than the stolen hover glider had. They were relentless. On foot, Sheebarm was faster. Oh, he was so much faster! But that never seemed to make a difference. Not one that lasted, anyway.

He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep up this pace. Hopefully, he’d come across civilization soon. That would help him hide. So far the humans had tracked him through a prarie, across three rivers, and through the forested foothills of the Batarchik mountains. No matter how many times he thought he’d shaken them off his trail, there they were again when he looked over his shoulder.

“Civilization,” he gasped as he ran. A village, a shuttle pickup, flarg, he’d take anything at this point. Anywhere to hide from his relentless pursuers.

And hopefully before he completely ran himself to his very breaking point.

“He’s running again,” Juma stated the obvious. They could all see him as their quarry picked up the pace toward the horizon. “Oh great,” Marleen groaned. “I just want to point out that I never shook on that bet, it wasn’t official!” “Noooo, no, no,” Bisbee, the third and final member of the group, shook her head, “you’re not getting out of it that easy. You said he’d last at least five days. Shake or no shake, you’re gonna owe me twenty credits when this guy finally keels over.” Marleen grumbled something about betting procedures, which the others mostly ignored. Juma pulled out his binoculars and honed in on the fugitive. “Looks like he’s tryna make a break for the bushes ahead.” Bisbee slid one arm out of the straps that held her bag on her back so she could swing it around and grab a water bottle from the side pocket. “Probably thinks he can lose us if he stays low and tries to use camouflage.” Marleen snorted. “Yeah, ‘cause that worked so well for him before in the woods.” She caught a water bottle that Bisbee tossed her and nodded a small thank you. “He kind of sticks out like a sore thumb with that orangey fur of his.” Juma lowered his binoculars and nodded. “I don’t think he realizes that. Pretty sure his kind are colorblind.” “Really?” Bisbee returned her water bottle back to its pocket. “Like, totally color-blind or just with some colors?” “Usually it’s red-green colorblind,” Marleen tossed her water bottle back to Bisbee, who tossed it back and turned around so Marleen could put it back in its pocket herself. “There are only a few species that are completely colorblind, and he’s not one of them.” “Oh yeah,” Bisbee turned around with a mischievous grin, “are you he’s not? We could place bets if you want.” Before Marleen could come back with something snarky, Juma interrupted. “He’s actually getting a pretty good lead again. Must be getting a second wind or something.” “More like eighth wind at this point,” Bisbee chuckled quietly as she and Marleen lengthened their strides ever so slightly to catch back up with Juma who had maintained the pace throughout the water “break.” It didn’t take long. The pace was easy to keep. For humans, anyway. To them, it was just a brisk walk. Just fast enough to either keep their quarry sight or at least close enough behind that the trail was fresh. “Eighth wind, ninth wind, tenth… who knows what it is now,” Juma smiled. “It doesn’t matter, it won’t last much longer, and neither will he. He can run, but he can’t run forever.”

[mythicallystupid]

As an Aussie I fuckin love the 'humans are space Australians' title, it hilarious.

(I would LOVE someone to use this as a short story prompt, PLEASE)

SO IMAGINE, a big cruiser has a few (like 10ish) humans on the crew (none of which are Aussie) and everyone is just chatting over 'lunch' and the topic switches to earth and it's cultures/countries. One of the humans decide to just go "fun fact, Australia is not only a country but also an island and continent all in one" so the whole conversation shifts to how dumb Australia is.

All the non-human crew are just staring at the group dumbfounded as they tell 'fun facts' about Australia.

Then one day an Australian Human needs a hitchhike to a station the cruiser is stopping at next (with permission [optional]) so during a meal time they basically get interrogated once everyone realises they are in fact an Australian and, as we do, they spread 'knowledge' of our wildlife such as drop bears and many creatures alike.

( FEEL FREE TO ADD :D )

[you-need-not-apply]

Aurora Australis

[sluttery-withoutshame]

Even MORE drunk Ace on Australian TV

He can barely pronounce his own name. 😂😂😂

[mr-clow]

Kal’Hal notes on a human ship. Part 4:

I walked fast into the mess hall, I didn’t have too much time to eat before my shift after the talk with Alex and his plan. I glanced quickly and nobody from my team was there. That made me nervous, what if Alex plan didn’t worked! It was too late to let him know, so I hurried up, maybe I could avoid all this.

Suddenly my tray flew off my hands, and suddenly I had food and tea dripping from my uniform.

Who the fuck you think you are, damn alien!

Wh… Wha… Alex?

Nobody teach you to clean your unif...

HEY APOLOGIZE NOW!!

ALEX BACK DOWN!

Suddenly, an angry mob of humans was coming to us. Alex tried to keep his plan going and try to grab my arm when suddenly Tom, the chef, jumped over the food stand and knock him down, at the same time I felt at least two pair of hands pulling me away from them. Two more people I barely knew went over Alex to restrain him, and I look to my side and Claire was starting to wipe my uniform. I remembered her name only from the initial meeting, I haven’t even seen her from that day, and there she was sincerely concerned about me.

WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!? Everyone froze when the captain walked into the room and screamed. In that eerie silence the only thing that was heard was Alex voice “Do you trust us now?”

I had totally missed my shift, my uniform was still messed up and Alex’s too. He had a black eye and was holding an ice pack over the back of his head. I was worried about him, but more worried about being in a closed office, with the captain looking us in silence while her anger ate my consciousness.

Lt Husker, if you open your mouth even to breath, I will send you back home in a pod before the end of the day. Is that clear? Alex nodded and looked at the floor.

Well Eng. Laffite, I have to say that you could have gone easily if I hadn’t heard what Alex said, but suddenly I feel you are as guilty of all this as him. Could you elaborate?

Yes captain, you are right, I’m equally guilty. I planned this scene with Lt Husker before going to the mess hall. (Alex looked at me with open eyes as trying to tell me something, but I ignored him) As the witness said, the idea was that he would make a fake attack on me to prove me his point.

So Eng. Laffite, you are telling me that you disrupted the peace on my ship for a bet?

No Captain, we didn’t bet, it was to prove a point.

Please, entertain me. Which was said point?

That I was safe on this ship captain, safe from my crewmates.

Excuse me, what did you say? Alex lifted a hand to ask permission to talk, seeing that the captain was more surprised than angry right now.

We walked down the aisle with Alex without saying a word. After he explained all that had happened, another thing surprised me. The captain congratulated him, shook his hand, and made him sign a “First and final warning”, something that wasn’t explained in my contract at least. Then, with an expression with more sweet than a mother, the captain looked at me and asked me if I felt safe or if I wanted time off, a companion or anything else. I assured her that it was not necessary and that Alex made all that was needed. Then, after a weirdly uncomfortable speech about disrupting the ship’s working environment, that all the present didn’t feel necessary, she told us to go clean ourselves and fill our posts.

I changed my uniform, clean myself and hurried to the engine room N°4, I hoped that Maggie was still there assembling the engine. Now I started feeling guilty of leaving all that work to her. As I was approaching, yelling could be heard. I recognized Maggie voice and a few others of the engineering department, As soon as I walked in everyone jumped and me and started talking at the same time.

I had to take a good time to explain to them everything that happened, they were planning to “fuck up” the people from security. I didn’t know exactly what that meant, but it wasn’t good. That talk was long, and I was assaulted by several emotions, I had thought that I didn’t belong to a pack and here they were ready to ruin their careers for me. They felt bad too, even if it wasn’t their fault. After a long chat, everyone returned to their positions, some of them on the other side of the ship, and Maggie gave me what they call a hug. It was weird, this human, with a strength even high for her peers, was there holding me between her arms that could kill me at a whim and I felt better than I have ever felt. More safe, understood and loved than I ever remembered.

------------------------------------------------------------------------

A human year has passed since I joined the crew. The first month were strange and full of misunderstandings, but everything worked better than I ever expected. The last two months we move to a joined quarter with Maggie, it was allowed under certain conditions in human ships to have a partner on the crew, and we made it work somehow.

Now our mission was coming to an end and the humans had this practice where, when the ship returned and all the paperwork was handled, they would have 30 rotations to do whatever they wanted to. Magg didn’t have any family, but she was really insisting on meeting mine. I had to explain to her several times that we were different, and my parents only raised me at the beginning of my life, and then we grew in large groups where we learned everything necessary, and she only dismissed it, saying that I had a bigger family than I wanted to admit.

After signing a lot of paperwork, I was ready to be responsible for a human on my home planet. She didn’t seem too worried, I guess that part fell only on me, and we boarded an express cruise to my world....

[gearbroth]

local traumatized star gets emotional support puppy bc,,  woof

[darlinhutchence]

Michael Hutchence behind the scenes of Dogs in Space (1986).

[bookofmac]

if everyone keeps going 'why arent they more gay?' about class of '07 i'm going to explode.

the show is set in 2017, the year that marriage equality was publicly debated and then eventually voted in it and it was a ROUGH year.

also, they went to CATHOLIC SCHOOL!!! I might just be speaking for myself here, but I wouldnt be getting into a relationship with any of the girls I went to school with if i was stuck on the campus with them, like a non zero amount of the student leadership were young libs (australian conservative party's youth branch).

[feathercreates]

A hand-painted watercolour pattern inspired by galahs, one of my fav Aussie birbs! 

(With a bit of galaxy magic thrown in because I love the sparklies! *w*) Find it on my Redbubble here!

[theborzoiarebackintown]

I usually post general ridiculousness, but this is a good example of uncomfortable body language that lead to a warning growl (the last pic) at Charlie for getting too into her biz.

I let my dogs communicate as they want for the most part, which includes letting them warn each other off and correcting each other to a degree. If you shut down any “negative” communication, you just get unpredictable dogs.

[puirell]

wait there’s no women’s american football? like the rules don’t say only men can play nfl but there’s not a single woman in the entire country consisting of 330+ million people given the chance to play? “oh women aren’t 6ft and 200+lbs” then make a competition for women??? have u considered doing that maybe ???

[wandersoul8]

Got to draw @apocahipster 's amazing OC Blink for a Secret Santa Gift Exchange in a cool artists server I'm in! I had a blast drawing them and I really hope you like the art ^^ 💙✨🎁

[hydr0phius]

If the Pantorans have Australian accents and Thrawn is often mistaken for a Pantoran, does this mean he attempts an Aussie accent if he ever decides to play into that assumption?

[sluttery-withoutshame]

Jim Orem

Thanks to @speckster we got a name, and once you have that, google will give you everything.

I love that he’s described as a raconteur. I’m guessing he charmed Ace with that skill.

@speckster was right, he did indeed work for The Mirror, he also worked at The Australian and authored several books.

The thing that surprised me most was that he was only 44 when these pictures were taken. Sadly he died in 1996 at the relatively young age of 61.

But he did get it on with Ace Frehley, so really, what more could you hope to achieve in life?

[mr-clow]

Kal’Hal notes on a human ship. Part 3:

I was tired, as tired as the first day I started my training to form part of a crew and go out to space. I dragged myself to my private quarters and as soon as I closed the door I let the rest of my body slide to the floor and stayed there. As part of my training I had studied some parts of human history, and what I thought was a bloody class turned out to be a light-shortened version of reality that now looked like political propaganda. Humans had many wars between themselves, that is common in deathworlders, but humanity turned it into a sport (Quite literally they had practical war games for milenia!) and not only that made them stand out. A lot of other aspects in their daily lives were(?) cruel and violent. Segregation, slavery, discrimination, abuse of all kinds of power, lack of empathy for the other and themselves in general and even with all that, something that emerges as illogical is that they have a pack instinct stronger than any other known race. Kal’Hals are very empathetic and all this hurt me deeply, I dropped myself to bed and wailed on my pillow. I was hurt by the humans, for the humans. All my crewmates studied, lived and took on their lives knowing that in their story, instincts, and genes this could happen again, they knew how to be afraid of themselves and even like that they lived happily. How can a whole race go on like that! After what it looked like an eternity, I fell asleep.

I woke up to my alarm, I felt like I needed more rest, my skin was dry as I hadn’t changed nor taken care of it. Luckily, Kal’Hals needed a lot less rest than humans and I could change and take care of myself in time. As I went through the corridors and waved some humans that were ending their own shifts, I couldn’t stop thinking how they ignored all that. My mind was stopped to a halt as a sharp pain assaulted me in my tail and my reflexes rolled it below me, which caused a commotion by itself as it hit the legs of a crewmate from security. I turned and not only Alex was on the floor grabbing his legs, but Susan had also fallen on a door frame and was massaging her head. I couldn’t snap out of it, not only did I hurt two humans, but they barely know me, I'm not going to live another day!

Laff! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going, and I stepped on you!

What?  (I looked at Susan, why wasn’t I being attacked)

You pack a hell of a punch with that tail, girl! And you, Susan, be more careful during shift changes!

I swear, Alex, I didn’t mean to step on her. Laffite, are you alright? You look scared, are you hurt? Do you need help to go to the infirmary?

I thought you were going to attack me.

What!? Why would I!? It was my fault!!

Susan, keep going. I will speak with Laffite.

Alex face changed from surprise to being really serious, he got up while he exhaled and after Susan started going away he looked at me concerned.

Laffite, I will not hurt you, OK? Can you follow me?

I’m sorry, Alex, I didn’t mean it. (My tail started to unroll slowly as I looked down)

I know Laff, it was an accident, yes it hurt a bit but is alright. I want to speak with you alone. Can you come with me?

I nodded and went behind him, looking at the floor. Two days ago I yelled at the Captain and now this, up to this point I was going to be happy if I got down alive from this ship. I kept my tail sliding as little as I could, as if that made me invisible to all the nods or salutes I was ignoring while we went to the level below to the security office and Alex office. He waited for me to come inside and closed the door, with a gesture he pointed me to a couch as human seats were rather uncomfortable to me, and then he moved a seat to face me while we spoke and looked at my eyes as if I were a prey.

Laffite, are you being harassed?

Sorry, what did you say?

If you are being harassed, are other people intentionally making you have a hard time?

What!? No!

Look Laffite, I am from security, you can count on me if someone is mean to you alright?

I don’t understand what is happening or why you are asking me this or why are we here, Alex. I had a few rough days and this is getting to me.

Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. - He relaxed his demeanour and position in the chair - To be honest, what you said worried me. I don’t know why you’d think that we were going to attack you.

I... I just... I don’t know. I felt pain and my body reacted, and you were there, hurt and... And... Well, I had been thinking about your history, and suddenly I was afraid.

Our history? You mean what the course you have on your home planet before having a position with humans, or you were speaking with someone about our history?

I don’t want to get them in trouble, Alex...

Don’t worry Laff, nobody is in trouble, seriously, nobody is. If someone has a problem it is me, because I like that everybody feel safe on the ship, and you don’t.

Emm... Alex, I don’t want to offend you with...

You won't Laff, I swear that doesn’t matter what you say now, I won’t think bad about you.

I asked how humans knew about their limits of radiations poisoning and... Well, we started speaking how you discovered radiation and one thing led to another. I learned about WWI and WWII, and slavery, and some political movements that oppressed entire nations and other things.

I understand that learning our history might be disturbing at least, but I don’t get why you feel insecure.

Well, the thing is... You did a lot to yourselves, to your own people, and I’m not even one of you. What could happen if...

Laff, stop there. I understand now. And... I’m sorry we made you feel like that. Let me first say that you are allowed to deeply study our history. We do it to avoid past mistakes, we are not proud of it, but we don’t deny it or hide it. We just... Eh... soft it down, because others might have a strong cultural shock to say the least. (Alex stood and walked a circle while watching the ceiling as if what he was going to say next was written there, then he stopped and looked at me sadly)

Look Laff, I have no real way to make you feel like you are one of us right now, but you are. You are our ally, our crew member and not only that you belong to your team, and they appreciate you more than anyone inside here. We may be clumsy, as Susan was when she stepped on your tail, but accidents happen a lot and humans will always get that.

Yes, but what happens if you react, or your instincts appear?

The worst that can happen is that you get a fist in your direction, but I assume you never saw a human angry.

No, luckily no. Today was frightening and even when my tail got you, you stood up as nothing!

No Laff, it still hurts, but yes, I can ignore it. I had an idea to demonstrate you that you are one of us. Do you trust me? A little bit at least?

Yes Alex, I know that you won’t intentionally hurt me at least.

Well, let’s do this...

[a-solitary-sea-rover-backup]

Captain James Cook’s HMS Endeavour is believed to have sunk in Newport Harbor during the American Revolution.

As an historical link between Australia and the city of Newport, presenter Glenn Shorrock talks about the wreck of the Endeavour in this scene and presents what was then (1983) believed to be surviving wood from the wreck, including a small fragment that traveled to the moon on Apollo 15 (whose Command Module was also called Endeavour.)

However, as there has been some controversy in recent years about which shipwreck in Newport Harbor is actually the Endeavour, it is possible the space-flown fragment Shorrock is holding here (and another fragment flown on the Space Shuttle Endeavour in 1992) may have come from the wrong ship. Maybe.

Shorrock quotes an alternative story of Endeavour’s loss, saying that it instead sunk off Newport in the 1790s is, having been renamed Liberté by a French owner. This account is less-supported by the historical evidence and may instead refer to another HMS Endeavour or to another of Cook’s ships, the Resolution. However, given the coincidence of Australia II’s opponent in 1983 being named Liberty, this probably made a better story for the producers.

Certainly it must have been compelling for mid-20th-century Australian and British America’s Cup challengers to imagine their J-Classes or 12-Metres were sailing over the wreck of the Endeavour, just as it must have been for the astronauts to think they had fragments of the right ship. But until we identify its wreck for sure, perhaps imagining is all we can do…