The station was quiet, well as quiet as a major hub could be, but more than that, it was peaceful. They sat in the garden, enjoying the relaxation, nibbling on snacks, and petting a cleaner, who was scooping up the snack crumbs.

The human race has only recently been allowed into the Alliance, and people are just getting used to their odd ways. And, ah, the poor medics, they are convinced and worried as they are dealing with a human with very strange symptoms, until another human teaches them about Hangovers.

Valuing strength above all she saw no worth in me.
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“It’s ok dear let mama carry the groceries.”

Once survivors are rescued, a shuttle with a very talented pilot hovers low enough to retrieve the loved ones that are lost.

https://beta.peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-03615-i327-last-entry-from-human-dyoth

"It is my dying wish, my beloved havenworlder friend. Take my fortune, for I have so many centuries, and hand out to each person in need one decade each, until the fortune is fully distributed." And with those last words, recorded for posterity, the elderly individual died, peacefully.

“Your daughter is doing something ridiculous”
looks at the father doing the exact same thing
“Ah I see, it’s hereditary”

Translated from Spanish by DuckDuckGo:

A family approaches Wraithvine and asks for the gift... of literacy.

"You have everything. Wealth, houses, tons of food, staff to satisfy your every whim. Yet, you say you feel empty inside. Lonely, and unfulfilled. How about try... sharing your wealth, and gaining a type of wealth no money could ever buy?"

Two travelers, a massive bugbear, a small half-fae. The bugbear, a priest of the Church of Wraithvine, soothing, kind, soft-spoken, the half-fae, fierce, a warrior, and the bugbear's protector. Unfortunately, people get them mixed up all the time, much to their detriment.

When is it appropriate to kill? And when is it appropriate to allow yourself to die? These are questions roiling through the head of the young adult who is on their first job as a ship's human, protecting these kind scientists who were treating him as if he was their own family.

The ship blew apart, the last one aboard, the human. One last message as it rammed into the enemy flagship, causing the enemy forces to be completely crippled. "One Life for the saving of millions, I'll gladly pay it!" But... what happened to the human? No body was found.

They care deeply for Wraithvine, and ask them out on a date. If rejected, they take it well and ask if they could at least sit and talk over tea. If accepted, they smile, and plan for a wonderful dinner.

A dragon "kidnaps" Wraithvine's friend, Gikka, and flew off with her. Though, oddly enough, seemed to be flying slow enough to let Wraithvine keep up. Only to gently put Gikka down by a pile of books, and ask Gikka to please teach them how to read, offering dragon's gold in return for the favor.

This was a Deregger world, as cold, as harsh, as they came. This....WAS... a Deregger world... so... why was the new, young owner of this empire holding out a hand to the lowly plebian child who was thin and crying in the street? Why was he.. carrying the child and handing the child to the family... wait.. was he.. helping them? Helping them???? And how in the he.... .... was he making all those profits? This was a DEREG world! WAS.

They sat Deathwatch as the entire polity's leaders refused the "evil" medicines that were desperately needed to cure the deadly virus sweeping their empire. The leadership died of the virus, the few people left, the sick and the very few immunes, reached out. The leaders are gone, please help us?

They're too hot, they're too cold, they're too hot, they're too cold, they're tired, they're cranky, then they're full of energy and active, then back to the hot flashes. The galactics deal with a human female in menopause for the first time.

A hospital uses a VR system to help patients who are in physical therapy, and refuse to let themselves be given strong painkillers, deal with the pain and focus on their exercises. The gentle landscapes and virtual worlds make it more fun, too.

Bold of you to assume that I know what I’m doing
several explosions later
Well now would you look at that, it worked. Now stfu and let's keep moving before this planet or I, kills you

It's not a good idea to bathe a cat unless absolutely necessary. And even then, with an abundance of caution.

That would be The Escape Clause over here:

https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-03414-i126-the-escape-clause