I've been waiting for Razor to post the Christmas party so I could unleash my own second wave of Omake! I've had the ideas for a while, but I needed to know what all would be at the party so I would know which of my ideas were usable.
The last little snip is likely not canon (since not even our spookie friends are likely to know stuff even we haven't decided yet), but the idea was just too hilarious to pass up.
No need to pass out points for this Razor (unless you want to, I'm not gonna say no!), I just wanted to get in on the Christmas fun.
'Tis the Season...
“Now you just cut here and here, sew the seams together, and you’re done,” explained Rachel, pinching the red fabric together to show how it would look when it was finished.
“I still can’t believe it. Lost between universes without any way of getting back, and what are we doing?” asked one of the gathered women with a laugh. “Making Santa hats out of old clothes and the insulation from our winter gear.”
“Well, what are we supposed to be doing with ourselves?” pointed out another woman, gesturing at her swollen belly. “It’s not as though we can drill for the militia or work the mines like this, and if I had to spend another week just sitting around I was going to go nuts.”
“Tell me about it. Six technical certifications, a Masters in Exo-Mining, and what do I get? Benched thanks to this little miracle here.”
“Less griping, more sewing! This seasonal cheer isn’t going to spread itself you know!”
“…I’m starting to think we’d have been better off in the militia.”
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“Well, it’s not as though we could have brought the real thing along with us,” Lee said, pulling at the glowing metal on his workbench with a small pair of pliers.
“It’s not that, I just never knew you could do this sort of thing,” said Anna, the supervisor for their makeshift workshop. Rumor had it they’d be getting a real one pretty soon, but until then they made do with what they had.
“Oh yeah, metalwork’s always been one of my hobbies,” replied Lee, waving his torch over the object to heat it back up. “This would be a lot nicer if we had some real tools and some better materials to work with, but eh.”
“How are you getting the green?”
“The metal tints depending on how much you heat it. The folks over at the refinery were kind enough to hand over some of their scraps when I told them what I needed it for. Still probably won’t be able to get everything perfect, but hopefully it’ll be close enough.”
“Scrap-metal mistletow. Who’d have thought?”
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“You’re sure the Captain approved this?”
“She said she wanted colored paper for wrapping presents. We’re not exactly drowning in paper, so dyed scraps is what she’s going to have to settle for.”
“Not that. I mean, what are all these chemicals even for?”
“Well, the one for red is from the new yeast plant, it’s supposed to… actually, on second thought it might be better if you didn’t know what all these are. You’ll sleep better.”
“Thank you, ma’am. I appreciate it.”
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“The hats are done, and we’ve even got some Santa outfits to go with them. There are a few streamers, and the cooks are over the moon that they get to work with chocolate again. Bad news on the ice sculptures: Rudolf’s legs gave out an hour ago and our angel just lost a wing. They’re going to be a no-go for the party.”
“Acceptable casualties, I suppose. What else?”
“Cole says he’s scrounged up or found people to make everything on Izumi’s list, so looks like our guests will be getting their Christmas presents after all. He says he couldn’t find any coal to give to the rude one though.”
“Probably for the best. I doubt she’d get the joke. Still, it’s nice to be doing something fun for a change.”
“That it is, Captain. That it is.”
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Spear was awoken by a horrified scream and rolled out of the bunk the Humans had provided in an instant, landing in a fighting crouch. She frantically scanned for an attacker, but the room was empty save for her diral, most of whom seemed just as startled as she was.
“What is it?” she demanded.
“What has happened?”
“Satan Claws!” Pip screamed, pointing at something on the far side of the room.
“Satan Claws has come to enslave us for his toy factories!”
Spear glanced at where the girl was indicating, and saw a single package sitting against the wall. It hadn’t been there when they’d returned from the Kreesmas party, she was almost certain of it. Like all the Humans’ gifts, it was wrapped with colorful paper, though this one had a blue bow on the top that almost looked like a flower.
“Stay back!” she warned, creeping closer to the mysterious gift.
“Don’t open it! It must be some kind of evil trick by the Satan Claws to capture us and turn us into his Kreesmas Elves!”
“But if we refuse his gift, he might become insulted and attack us with his laser-nosed cyborgs!” responded Emerald.
“We do not even know this is the Satan Claws’ doing,” Spear reminded.
“I shall open the gift. Should anything happen, contact the Human guards immediately.”
“As if they-”
“Enough!” Spear took a deep breath, exhaled, and began undoing the wrapping as gingerly as a technician disarming a bomb. The paper fell away, revealing a simple digital display showing slowly decrementing Human numerals.
“What is it?” asked Pip nervously.
“I…do not know.” She picked up the device and examined it carefully, noticing that something had been carved above the glacial countdown:
TIME TO GO HOME IN:
79:57:39:14
“This is…” Spear exclaimed as she realized what had happened.
“To have the technology to cross the very dimensions simply so he can mock us with this trinket? The Satan Claws is more vile than I had imagined!”