#thrallofthehunt

(5am)

[MSG] Hey sorry if I'm waking you up

[MSG] But I just had a dream and it gave me a great idea

[MSG] Forget about space avengers

[MSG] What about taking over the galaxy and making a synthetic empire and ruling over it but no one knows we're not synthetic sshh

"Wait, hanar are people? Oh. I accidentally ate one, then."

[[supposedly with alex wearing the braces because if not that's a really awkward move omg]]

When N-Q5 took the mangled body of the girl from the ground they could not help but doubt if she was alive or not. Her skin was charred, her clothes burned against her skin, there was blood everywhere. She seemed familiar and it only took a few seconds to compare her to the human child who ran away from them and also saved their life twelve years ago. SHe opened her eyes and started convulsing, muttering with her croaky voice something about the stars. They had a hard time not dropping her while standing up to get out of there.

They contacted the rest of the team, announcing that they had found a survivor. 

Her heart rate was irregular and her breathing ragged. And for a moment N-Q5 understood that she was likely to die there or on the ship. This sparked a strange, new feeling in them. As if they had set the preservation of her life as an objective and their were going to fail. That they wouldn't be able to save the life of the person who saved theirs. Not being able to thank her or know her name.

*looks at Nekus* "You know, that sounds really creepy."

"Humans certainly exceed at placing things always in a sexual content."

"Hey, just saying. I also like your body owo." *Nekus pushes her wheelchair far from him with one hand*

Heels clicked rapidly against the asphalt covered street, heavy breathing leaving Dr. Margaret Thompson's lips as she heard a few men race behind her, laughing hysterically.

"Where are you going, Princess?" called one.

"We just want to have a little fun that's all!" cheered the other while the third man laughed heartily.

Her long dark hair falling in front of her face, Margaret's blue eyes filled with tears of fear, scarred and blinded, glued on the road in front of her. She cried out and tripped, struggling to stand up as she felt two of the men grab her arms, hoisting her up. The third man smirked and laughed heartily. "You should know better than that, hun," he smirked before landing a firm punch to her gut, making her gasp out and cough before grunting to being smacked in the face.