[S☉LAR]: one kloegarb. one life. something has gone terribly wrong.

You are Ellen Tiethron, and you need to find your friends and get the hell off this ship.





You're currently in the room where they store the rations. Lucky find, maybe if you stay quiet, you can outlast what's-





The thought leaves you as you suddenly hold your breath. You can hear it nearby, traveling the halls, patrolling, looking for it's next victim. The soft crunch of wheels against linoleum is often your only warning that it is approaching, that he





You put that out of your mind immediately. That it is near. The idea of your ship AI and this godsblessed beast being one and the same disturbs you immensely. And truly, it is a predator that rivals the divine.





You don't consider yourself a religious woman, but you couldn't imagine a more perfect emissary of the Neo itself, flaming jaws, glowing red eyes, and all.





The idea disturbs you so immensely, that when you think to yourself how surely, this monster cannot be the mild-mannered robot you'd come to somewhat respect, you almost believe it.





But a part of you still remembers. How another passenger hiding from it, same as you, told you of the time they had seen it speak. Of how it normally killed with no emotion or reaction, but once cornered someone, an aftik they think, they couldn't remember.
Of how it backed it's prey against the wall, watched them scramble and cry out as the fire creeped close. Of how it grabbed the maybe-aftik by the front of their shirt and lifted them close to its face, staring into their soul.

And, just before it incinerated them, of how it said, in a dead voice, thick with hate;

“Where is my student.”




What do you want to do?