“Although I don’t use many of my fighting skills anymore I do use some,” the human chuckled. “Some?” My questions was almost immediately answered as the human disappeared right in front of me and appeared behind me. -- Anon Guest
[AN: I have been reminded of Human Twii but this could be quite a number of Humans in my pet universe. I might think up a new one. Let's see]
Legends of Humans reach the places that Humans have not yet reached. Unlikely, improbable, unbelievable, and yet, inevitably proven with undoctored footage. The most concerning were the legends of immortal Humans who set out to master every single combat technique that those Deathworlders had ever made reality.
There were older, more worrying legends of Humans who could become invisible, appear in impossible locations, run across deep liquid water, and otherwise work the impossible. Some even seem to have powers that defy gravity, according to the tales. Watching some in motion, it is easy to believe.
The art always depicts them as tall, super-muscular, and unbelievably buff. Therefore, it's more than a little of a surprise to meet a real one. They're inevitably smaller than expected. Wiry rather than bulky. Most often, they're also softly-spoken. Such a one working the Edge was Human Jak.
The crew of the Meander met the Human in a bar, as most meetings often occur. On the Edge, bars served the double purpose of auditioning prospective Ships' Humans for essential qualities. Those who managed to survive the evening bar fight the longest were generally the best contenders, but to test for the cream of the crop, one needed a brave volunteer in a really good livesuit. It was their job to walk across the scene of the battle while the others observed which ones acted to protect them.
Before Companion Zridt undertook that task, absolutely nobody had managed to bother Human Jak. In fact, those analysing that evening's bar fight posited that the rest of the brawlers were doing everything they could to avoid Human Jak. When Zridt stepped into the fray, Human Jak sprang into action.
Initially, it looked like a series of concatenating accidents with Jak as the catalyst, there was also a mild panic as three out of five battling Humans realised what had just happened and desperately attempted to evacuate the area. Often through other battling Humans. Which caused even more chaos than usual.
Nevertheless, both Companion Zridt and the Human Jak made it through to the other side unscathed. It was only then that Human Jak had not employed anything traditionally viewed as a weapon. If they used anything against the other brawlers, it was anything that happened to be close to hand... or just their hands.
"You squishies really aught to pick a different audition technique," Jak panted. "I wasn't even looking for a job."
"We are prepared to give you anything you want," offered Zridt, who had encountered difficult Humans before. "Within law and logic, of course."
"All I want," said Jak, who was was soon to be named a Trouble Magnet Lucker, "is a paid week off."
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