Heading into our crashed ship, I was greeted by a cleansing wave of cool, inside air. My face was covered with blood, and in my hand was a large pelt of the dragon’s skin, which I dragged along the ground behind me. I ventured down the hallways of our cutesy little home, and entered the bridge of the ship, turning to the right and looking at the door the led into Squiggle’s room. I knocked on the door, and waited. Suddenly, the door opened.
“What do you–” Squiggles opened the door, obviously angered, but that quickly cleared up when he glared down at my right hand and saw the pelt of a dragon being dragged across the ground. He took a step back, eyes nearly bulging out of his skull in terror. He stumbled on his words, before finally managing to say something.
“Is that the skin of a Vulza?”
Vulza. So that’s what space dragons are called? I looked down at the pelt in my hand, and shrugged.
“…. can you, uh…. can you make this into a jacket?”
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After explaining what exactly a jacket was, Squiggles, with a terrified expression on his face, got to work. Not much later he handed to me the jacket and, as I asked, a cutting tool, to which I took to the front of a jacket and inscribed a rose on the right front breast. I held it up, and snickered at the black, scaly jacket. It looked like it belonged Indiana Jones, had Mr. Jones made his jackets out of the skin of a space dragon.
I threw it on, thanked him, then summoned Ashes to my side. We headed down the hall and out the front door. It was time to get some food, because, good lord, we were hungry. I began noticing that it was getting far hotter out, too. It was nearly unbearable. I slung my shotgun over my shoulder and we headed into toward the drop of the hill. I whistled to Ashes, and pointed down the hill. He turned, and disappeared into the treeline. I grabbed a stick, slammed it into the ground, then pulled out my grappling hook and shot it down into the trees. I tied the end to the stick and hooked onto the line, zipping down into the darkness.
When I landed, I pulled out my shotgun, crouched, and waited for a moment. Suddenly, I heard a crunch from the trees to my left. Nearly falling over myself, I turned and aimed the shotgun only to find that it was just Ashes. He curled next to me, and I nodded. Standing up, I glared into the darkness.
“Let’s go, Pal.” I said, beginning to walk through the grass, mud, and twigs on the ground. It was dark outside, which made this little forest down here nearly impossible to see in. I reached into my bag, and pulled out what was basically a flashlight (Squiggles insisted on me calling it some long, drawn out name I can ‘t exactly recall the full title of. Something like… Portable Illumination Device, maybe?)
Food. Right. Food.
After about an hour, we managed to wipe out a couple odd looking animals, before cutting them up, putting what we need in the bag, and heading back. I grappled back up the hill, and Ashes took his usual side route. When we made it up, I threw Ashes a piece of meat as we stood there in the clearing. He gobbled it up, and I smiled.
We turned and headed back to the ship, slowly strolling down the halls after a successful day of hunting. The halls seemed colder than usual, darker, too. I entered the maintenance room on my way there and grabbed a pipe off the ground (Ashes uses them as chew toys, I just barely saved my one and only melee weapon from his jaws.)
We headed down the halls once more, and waltzed into the bridge of the ship to be greeted with something I would have never expected.
A human girl, dressed in dirty, wrinkly clothes that clearly weren’t hers (likely taken from the storage room where all the stuff that belonged to abductees is), leg curled back, ready to kick down the door to Squiggles’ room, who I could see was cowering with his pulse pistol in the corner of the room through the door window. Behind her, was that GODAMNED RACOON from when the space pirates landed and tried to kill me! SHIT!
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16y, 22w, 13d bv
“Elisa, wait!” Cried my Dad, chasing after me with a sad look on his face. Today was my 17th birthday. He had not only forgotten, but wanted me to go work with him for extra money to buy him a television for his room. My Mom died during my birth, and Dad barely scraped by since then, constantly relocating us. I turned to look at him, scoffed, and slammed the door to my room, locking it and flopping onto the bed.
I looked around the room after a moment. I only had a dresser and a bed, the paint scratching off the walls and the window cracked in four different places. The door, although wood, looked faded and chipped, and even had a small part caved in. I sighed, and got up, heading to my dresser and pulled out a photograph of my Mother from the bottom drawer. She was short, with flowing blonde hair and green eyes, just like me. I let the edge of the photo glaze over my fingertips as I slowly waved it around, tears streaming down my face.
I headed back across the room, sat on the bed, and held the photo in both hands. Anger overcame me, and I grabbed the edges, ripping it in half. I glared at the two halves on the ground before suddenly realizing what I did. Then, out of nowhere, I was overcome with a splitting headache as my vision went white. Oh SHIT! DIVINE INTERVENTION!
Oh, right, then it went to black.
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14y, 41w, 2d bv (current date)
A blinding flash overcame my vision as I slumped to the ground from what appeared to be some kind of pod. I glanced around, my vision fuzzy. There was another one open next to me, but nobody was inside or on the ground. I looked to my left, and, just vaguely, I saw what appeared to be… A Racoon? Then, the worst part came. It started talking.
“Okay, look, I know this is confusing, but I’m Pronel’kep, a Gaoian, and I need your help. I’ve seen what your kind can do, and there’s a Corti in the next room, he’s armed. I’m not. Please, help?”