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SMASH OR PASS: Cravers, Endless Space 2
Cravers
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Pass (not my type)

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Dust To Dust (Endless Space 2)
Bang!
The report of the old slug thrower is muffled by the back door of Xarlaās. Even so, the sound still echoes through the ally. Aural traces of violence that refuse to dissipate. The child tenses. They are huddled under a stubby awning in the back ally just big enough to keep Hekimās acid rain mostly off.
The door slams open and a Lumeris barrels out. He slams into the wall of the ally and clutches his side; a pool of grey blood spreads across his shirt. The shirt alone is worth enough to feed the child for a year. The pale green alien sweeps his gaze up and down the ally. Donāt look here, the child thinks. They donāt want any part of this.
Two more gun shots punch holes in the door. Beams of yellow light streamā through the gaps. And the Lumeris slumps to the ground.
The door opens and bathes the dying man in golden light. It swings closed and rebounds open again. Xarla likes those null-friction hinges. As the door swings open again, a shadow appears on the ground at dead manās feet. The shadow is tall and diaphanous. The child hears the hissing and popping of a Craver breathing apparatus. They tense up even tighter. Donāt look at it donāt look at it⦠Itāll see for you sure if you do!
They donāt need to look to know what theyāll see. The monster. One of the ones who took the childās parents. The ones who burned one more tiny planet over 5 cosmic strings from here⦠But they canāt resist. Fear makes one eye creep open. The figure is 8 feet tall, covered in a scratchy looking grey cloak that hides the creatureās horrific patchwork of cybernetics.
The tall figure reaches down with powerful grey arms and lifts the dead man up against the wall. Two more arms explore his shirt and vest. They cast aside a tiny gun and a wallet before they find what they are evidently searching for. A pouch. Leather. One of the figureās extra hand dangles the pouch in front of itās hood. Itās hand tightens on the bag before tucking it away in a fold of the cloak. It doesnāt talk. It doesnāt gloat. It just turns and stalks out of the ally.
Someone else will clean up the mess.
It takes several minutes for the child to open their eyes all the way. When they do, the see that the doorās latch has finally clicked in. The shadows have swallowed the dead man, except for the tiny rays of light still stabbing through the holes in the door, and something else.
Tiny motes of golden sunlight hang in the air like fireflies taunting the corpse. They float languidly towards the ground where ally floor. But they float slowly, as though Hekimās point-nine-three gravity is a mere suggestion. The motes coalesce into an illusory ribbon spiralling to the ground.
The child creeps from their hiding place towards the corpse. The lights have come to rest in a tiny puddle of acidic rainwater. The child knows first happens what happens to shiny things that land in Hekimās fetid rain water. The water strips and corrodes them within minutes. They become worthless. But not these motes of sunlight. They keep shining.
The child makes a decision and reaches down into the water to scoop up the sunlight. It doesnāt burn them! Afraid to look, they open their hand. The spark of sunlight still glows gold.
The next day, they take it to the freighter captain called Kalof. She has always been good to them and she has been to space, she should know what the sunlight is.
Kalofās eyes go wide when the child opens their hand. āBy the Endless, Kid! Thatās Dust!ā The captain crouches down beside the child and asks āwhere did you find this?ā The child doesnāt answer. They donāt like talking. They clutch their hand to their chest as though afraid the once kindly captain will take their sunlight.
Kalof holds out her hands as of pouring sand on to the deck. āWhat you are holding there, is Endlessās gift to us. Even a few grains like that is worth a lot.ā She pauses. The child doesnāt move. āIf you give it to me, I can afford to take you off planet. I know a place youāll be safe and where even this tiny amount will buy you a nice home. I just need a couple grains to be able to afford to refuel. What do you say?ā
The child doesnāt speak. āY'know,ā Kalof says, āOn Auriga, they say it only takes a single drop of Dust to change everything.ā
20 years later, the former child stands on the bridge of a warship. Defensive cannon fire knocks torpedoes out of the void around them. The child, now an admiral, clutches a small vial that hangs from their neck as they shout orders. Itās a habit they picked up at the Academy. For a while, they tried to hide the habit, they worried it would make their crew crew respect them less if they showed fear. Time has show the opposite to be true. The vial contains the remaining half of the sunlight they found in that ally. A broadside from their flagship rips into a Craver gunship. A tendril of Dust a kilometer long pours out of the side of the gunship. The motes attempt to repair the starship, but the damage is too great.
The gunship pours kinetic weapon fire back at their flag ship. The flagshipās barriers hold, and the gunship slowly disintegrates as each shot from the flagshipās massive defensive cannons dislodges more and more of itās fragile hull.
But the flagship and her admiral arenāt satisfied with a few gunships. They plunge towards the heart of the Craver swam. Fighters swoop towards the flagship, some firing others attempting suicide runs against the bridge. The defensive guns pick star fighters out of the black like a frog catching flies.
As the flagshipās last remaining salvo of Dust laden torpedoes hammer against the hive shipās hull, the admiral feels the vial crack under the pressure of their fingers. Explosions from deep within the hive ship show that at least one torpedo has scored a lethal hit. Gouts of blue flame tear their way along the hull. Dust pours from the engine compartment like blood from a skewered fish. A final, brilliant, eye searing explosion tears apart the vessel and tosses the admiralās flagship like a toy hurles by a stellar god. The explosion overloads the barriers, scorches the hell and flash melts the outer layer of hull plating but the ship holds.
Later, the logs will note this as a minor victory. One of many fought over this system. But the admiral knows the truth. That this, like all of their battles, is a victory that should never have happened.
It only takes a single drop, to change everything.
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Games Cravers Play:Ā
A group of video game designers were
building a new game. They were looking to
develop a building that was unique and
recognizable within the games. Instead of
focusing on a Chicago landmark, they
incorporated a different landmark...
a WHITE CASTLE!
~ Bobby Llereza, Bob Montgomery, & Brian Colin / 2005 / Homewood, Illinois, USA
Cartoonist Cravings:
White Castle Slider-inspired art made
for an Incredible body of work as this
native Detroiter made his way to LA-
but he couldn't resist the Crave for long,
so he soon returned to his hometown.
After coming home, he created some
special animation for a White Castle
Thanksgiving stuffing recipe video that
could only have been made by this
passionate Crave-Man!
~ Gary Webb / 2007 / Allen Park, Michigan, USA