#knomiras

Challenge #04524-L140: Kharmic Realignment

You look so sad, why do you laugh?

"Because as much as they hurt me, they needed me far more than I needed them."

What happened?

"I walked away, and while I did not hurt them, exactly, I also refused to let them hurt me anymore."

And then?

"They hurt themselves instead. I do not laugh because I am happy of it. But rather, because I refuse to let them make me cry anymore." -- Anon Guest

Officially homeless, Ihagrah carried her most treasured items on her back, under her arms, and in bags dangling from her hands. Nevertheless, she was laughing all the way to the Unwelcome People's ghetto. She was glad to see the back of that horrible place, no matter what it cost her in pay, accommodations, and social standing.

Not that a Harukh had much of a good reputation anyway.

The local Kobold nest greeted her with cheers, and Rikkush peeled off from the horde to patter alongside Ihagrah. "You got kicked out?"

"Quit, so I had to 'vacate my domicile forthwith' according to her Ladyship." She grunted as she re-balanced her pack with a flex of her shoulders. "Good riddance to bad rubbish. She'll find out soon enough how much she's missing." And in the meantime, she could tell her story to anyone who wanted to listen to it.

Challenge #04329-K311: Complete Job Satisfaction

I get to say NO to deregger tourists when they get arrested for their behavior and they demand I release them from their confinement. Telling them no, after how ones like them treated me and my family, is quite.... good for me. -- Anon Guest

I love my job. It's so fulfilling and edifying. Satisfaction is almost guaranteed. Frustration, too, but far less than the warm comforting glow of schadenfreude aimed at someone who clearly deserves it.

I'm an educator-guard at an Alliance re-education facility, and I work the areas known colloquially as "The Playpen".

They're all soft spaces where everything is either heavily padded, or so unbreakable that the patients will hurt themselves if they try to destroy it. All the padding is easily replaced and made from recycled cellulose. The same with their clothes. The people in there tend to act -well- incredibly childishly.

Challenge #04513-L128: Permission Denied

Weapons were banned on the station save for trained security personnel. You wanted to bring your weapon? Fine, it was either locked in a specially sealed display box, or left in security until YOU left the station. Sadly, WAY too many knomiras scream, when they find out . "I have right to be armed!" -- Anon Guest

[AN: The right to bear arms should always come with the responsibility to handle and use them as safely as possible.]

There were up sides and down sides to working the customs and decontamination gates at the Deregger Welcoming ports. Inspector Lein always got a little joy from the expatriots boggling at how much freedom they had under the Alliance systems.

On the other hand, they also had to deal with the self-important, self-centred tourists. They all seemed to think that, because they had paid for the transit ticket, they now owned everything they traveled through and to.

"How dare you suggest I'm dirty! I don't need this alleged decontamination procedure, you're going to put tracker chips on my skin and take perverted pictures of my parts! Keep your filthy hands out of my property! I know my rights! I have the right to keep this ready to use at all times! I demand to speak to your supervisor! Do you know who I am?"

Challenge #04278-K260: Acid Test

Many places that cater to multiple customers deal with a knomira sooner or later. To prepare the staff, the owner hires others of many races, including humans, to come in pretending to be knomiras to help the staff train for such an eventuality. Security is, of course, informed ahead of time about the test, as are medics, just in case. The staff, however, are not. -- Anon Guest

Sooner or later, one of those customers blow in. The staff never know the full story, why they're like that, or how frustrating their day has been up to that minute. What they do know is that a phenominal number of them are Dereggers. Specifically, Dereggers who have been thrown aside for a younger, prettier, and more docile model.

There are others that break that mould, but they are significantly rarer.

Centuries ago, before Humanity shattered its own history and scattered to the stars, there was a concept called the secret shopper. Their existence was to test customer service at various franchises. The idea persisted, or was reborn, the instant Knomiras became a presence in Galactic Society.

All the training in the universe cannot prepare for the real deal.

Challenge #04051-K033: Don't Touch!

A Knomira is dealing with bad cuts, a bloody nose, ripped up clothes, and a lot of humiliation. What happened? She screamed about "her rights as a human on a human-made station", and tried to force a furry Deathworlder to be her servant, and he defended himself. -- BKF DaniAndShali

[AN: Using RNG for the genders in the story]

The ERT were on the scene in seconds. Security spritzed the alleged attacker with a calming chemical and tapped hir with an immobilizing disc. They did the same for the alleged victim, just to be sure.

The Galactic Alliance's answer to the very Human saying, "Shoot them all and let the Powers[1] sort them out."

Both combatant Deathworlders were hauled into Medik Central, where the catalogue of injuries and forensics were taken into account. Securicam footage saved and filed in association, the Security teams were then free to wait for the Mediks to be done.

Challenge #03959-J307: Habeas Testiculos

A knomira refuses to listen about safety protocols when entering a space station animal exhibit. They see very fluffy, bright purple and bright red, creatures with signs that read DON'T TOUCH! AGGRESSIVE! POISONOUS BITES!

They learn the hard way what happens when they try to force their way into the cages to pet the fluffy, seemingly cute, animals. -- Anon Guest

The signs were everywhere around the cage. In several common languages. Including pictograms for those not familiar with those languages. There were also guards. There was a constant voice over on the public address system concerning the dangerousness of the animal within the cage. The peak technology had gone into building it. It was clear that they had done everything they could.

There is always someone who flaunts the rules.

There will be a full review, later. What could be improved about the enclosure. Or, more accurately, what could be improved that would also enable the experience to remain similar. Once again, they would conclude that there was little they could have done.

Challenge #03916-J264: Dramatic Deception

A knomira used to getting their way sits in a store and screams like a banshee when the customer they were screaming at and accused of lying when they denied being an employee pushed them away when the knomira grabbed an arm. The knomira let themselves fall to the ground scream like they'd been attacked, but proof was shown and the knomira would have to face the consequences for their actions. -- Anon Guest

The problem with multiple people using the same tactic, is that other people find ways around it. The problem with the people prone to using that tactic, is that they're not bright enough to come up with new ones.

Screaming and crying and flailing on the floor should never be used as a manipulation tactic by anyone over three years of age, anyway.

"I was violently attacked," wailed the white woman. "Your employee attacked me! I'm gonna sue him! I'm gonna sue you! I'm gonna sue your whole corporation! I have a whole legal corporation on my side!"

Challenge #03872-J220: Looks So Harmless

This was a Havenworld, at least for those native to it. Peaceful, utterly harmless.... everything. For those not native to it? They had to stay tightly in their livesuits, or in the special habitats, or risk death. Knomiras saw people walking outside with no livesuits and threw a fit. Fortunately, they got pulled back inside before too much damage was done. -- Fighting Fit

This world only looked like a paradise. Gatekeeper Ulf had the annoying duty of making sure that only prepared people or the actual natives exited into the natural atmosphere.

Most of the tourists were there to see the sky whales, and some were disappointed that they looked more like jellyfish than the Terran titans of the oceans. Some were there to see one of the few Havenworlds that could kill. A very few were nerds who actually cared where hydrophillic fluff came from.

All the same, Spore Season on Sofflox was very beautiful.