The Sheep's Eye Roadhouse

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The Horrible Sigian (right) vs. a standard Sigian (left, young Berts), because I'm off in my horrible little rabbit hole making terrible OCs.

The Horrible Sigian is old enough to have been well out of her Sinder at the time of the Vapus turning into a black hole incident and has been living on non-Sigius planets ever since, systematically changing her appearance over that time due to the fact that she's mostly making her living by stealing things for other people and occasionally hacking shit. She's already a lot taller than the average Sigian by dint of living places with low(er) gravity for a really long time, but she's also gotten surgery to extend her leg bones and always wears at least short heels to change her height. She has also replaced her eyes, gotten cartilage implants in her nose and ears to change the shape, gotten bone grafts to change the shape of her skull, and has undergone gene therapy that's shifted her skin color in a more purple direction (but hasn't rid her of the spots that Sigians have, so she also usually wears makeup to conceal them).

For three weeks when she’d been thirteen years old, Ava had had an absolutely devastating crush on Caspar.

It had been embarrassing, that crush. Caspar was basically her older brother, and treated her like his little sister, too. Thank goodness it had gone away quickly, never to rear its ugly head again.

and also Verge and Deidre do Alien Show and Tell (and maybe some light bondage)

“I choose… this one,” Deidre said, scooping one of the items off the top of the dresser in Verge’s room at the Horizon. She turned and held it out. “What have I got here?”

Verge tried not to laugh. Oh, she would pick that one. “What do you think you have there?” “Well…” Deidre dangled the item from one finger. “It looks like a set of handcuffs.” “Mm-hm.” “Made for someone with a second, smaller set of arms,” she continued. “Really. You think so?” “Well, that’s what it looks like. Why don’t you tell me what it’s really for?”

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“It appears that there is a vacuum to fill here, if one moved quickly and had the assistance of someone well-versed in the manipulation of security systems, isn’t that right, Bugaboo?”

“I do believe you are correct, Battlepope.” Bugaboo looks at you and raises his eyebrows, eyes gleaming with avarice. “Perhaps it is to our advantage that we seem to be in the company of someone who has proven herself to have just such skills.”

“Excuse me? Are you asking me if I can hack the security systems on the fucking Alex P. Keaton?” You give them an incredulous look.

“Could you?” Battlepope asks.

“I don’t see why I should cooperate with you,” you respond.

“I don’t see why not,” Bugaboo says. “It would be a vast improvement of circumstances for all of us.”

“You kicked me in the face!” You shake your head. “I know how this goes. I’m going to be useful to you just long enough to get you into that ship’s systems, and then I’m toast. No thank you. I'll take my toast now.”

“It occurs to us that the matter of security systems is one of an ongoing sort under circumstances such as these,” Battlepope says.

“One might wish to have a full-time employee to deal with them on retainer,” Bugaboo says.

“And one might wish to treat that employee with quite the degree of amiability,” Battlepope says.

“It wouldn’t do to get on her bad side,” Bugaboo says.

“You. Kicked. Me. In. The. Face,” you remind him.

——

“You!”

It’s the shortest sentence you’ve heard out of that mouth, but you recognize that voice, and the anger in that bellowed word. A startled “Oh, shit,” exits your mouth and you start running, but Sigians aren’t really made for running, not the way these fuckers apparently are. You’re tackled to the ground within a few steps. Well, at least they didn’t go straight to shooting at you, though you suppose that any collateral damage in Raxius could easily snowball into more trouble than you’re worth.

“Hello, Battlepope,” you say conversationally to the person currently pinning you to the ground with all his weight. “Where’s my other boyfriend, then?”

A pointy-toed boot catches your chin in a kick, snapping your mouth shut. “None of that from you,” Bugaboo says.

But you can’t help it, not when you’re so sure you’re about to die. “What’ll it be this time? Summary execution, I take it?” You wiggle your hips up against Battlepope’s. “Or are you still interested in—“

“That is quite enough of that,” Battlepope says, clamping one massive hand over your mouth. “You have the gag now, don’t you, Bugaboo?”

Now that I've got a vague idea of what I think the standard issue Sigian looks like, I'm trying to decide what appearance modifications the horrible little nameless OC Sigian has made to herself. Different eyes, changed the shape of her face and ears, and probably usually covers her spots with clothing and makeup.

also the size difference between her (tall for a Sigian female because she added a couple of inches of leg bone at one point) and Battlepope (slightly undersized for a Big Fancy Ruffian male, because being forced off-planet to find their own way out in the universe is the good outcome for undersized Ruffian males) is. uh. hm.

maybe I was committing a little too hard to the no-ear no-nose look. This could be Berts.

Still not sure if this strikes the right balance of "humanoid enough to read as an attractive woman to Leif right off the bat but alien enough to definitely not be human," but we'll give it a try.

I keep trying to decide what my mental picture of a Sigian looks like and I keep failing. They're blue, they're not fish-people, they have head hair, and they're pretty muscular due to the high gravity... anyway. Latest attempt is seal-person, which isn't really working for me. I need human-adjacent enough that Leif wouldn't be too weirded out by BertBert, but I want them to look alien, y'know?