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saberswordseabass · 6 months

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Hu'Yisths Haven

A minor transportation ship floated above the atmosphere of a large Marsh planet. Inside the ship, a male Taurian quickly speeds up to try and keep up with the long strides of the human he was walking beside.

"Are you sure this is the proper planet that was supposed to be the transfer point for your new guardian?" The male asks with a worried look as the human lets out a heavy, drawn-out sigh. He stops dead in his walk, which causes the male to trip before catching himself as he tries to do the same.

"For the last time, YES!" The human spoke with growing irritation in his voice. "They are supposedly on this planet, Hu'yi- Hugo's... Haven. At the edge of Sspyno space." The human made sure to state that last part for the worried looking male.

"I am sure we can come to an agreement with you and your guardian. Please, she was only trying to help!" The male begged as he stepped in front of the human. The human began to gain a solid vein in his forehead from his annoyance. He chose not to say a thing before pushing past the male and making his way to the surface capable shuttle.

"Wait, please! We fixed it! Please forgive us!" The male begged as the human gave him a glare. The human continued to the shuttle, strapping down in silence. The shuttle rumbles as it disconnects from the transport ship. The human pulls out a flask from a hidden breast pocket. It looked to be made from two different types of steels, the top half old and warn, the bottom half looks clean, freshly made. The leather wrapping it looked to have some writing carved into its surface, but because of restoration processes, it was mostly removed besides the words 'To Max.'

'Max' kept quiet until the shuttle landed on the planet, stashing the flask back into a hidden breast pocket. Once allowed to get up, he heads to the sealed down, which hissed when he grabbed the handle and slowly forced it open. The air fealt heavy and humid, Max bit his lip as he fully opened the door. The light was almost blinding as he once his eyes adjusted, he could see the shuttle landed on a large wooden raft like platform.

"Hello? I have a guardian who is supposed to meet me here!" Max states out to the large swanp area around the platform. He steps out to look around better as the ship vips off once he is clear.

The murky water around around the platform stills to an eerie silence. A loud buzzing fills the air behind Max, making him shutter and turn around. Inches from his face were the proboscis of a large, four feet long mosquito like creature. Its head was cocked to the side before it made a strange noise.

The mosquito buzzed as it flew back a few feet, then jolting forwards, seemingly about to impale Max. Max shut his turned his head as he was not able to react quickly enough.

It would've if a loud snap, followed by a sickening crunch, was heard. Max turns his head back to see a large set of jaws surrounding most of the mosquito like creature. The mouth, filled with so many sharp teeth it would make a canid jealous, connected to a hard leather head, looking similarly to a gator of old earth.

Max takes a step back as a predatory eye snaps to look at him before blinking. When the eyelids opened, it had softened. The creature chews on the mosquito thing for a minute. "Ah.. damn that 'it the spot! 'Ou max? Names Hurr-gurr, or wrongeye by my friends." A heavily accented voice came from the gator, who placed a hand onto the platform and crawled up. He was missing an eye, which he pointed to when he explained his nickname.

Hurr-gurr was a solid ten feet tall slouching. They almost matched a bipedal alligator from Earth. Minus the second smaller pair of arms midway down their body... and their tail was littered with jagged hide. "Wow... 'ou are smaller than expected.." Hurr-gurr spoke slightly confused as he scratched the back of his head.

Max pulls out his table to check the name and looks back at Hurr-gurr, then back at the table. "It...didn't say you'd be this big." Max retorted as the gatorman gave a bellowing laugh.

"Well. We both surprised 'den! Let me show 'ou about then!" Hurr-gurr spoke with a low bellow in his voice. He sounded cheerful, and he quickly thunked his way down the wooden path leading off the platform.

Max stood at the platform for a moment, contemplating whether he made a good judgment. A buzzing in the distance made him finally get his ass in gear and follow behind Hurr-gurr.

If this is a problem to the lore of cuddle-verse, then I shall change it to be not be, but I hope all enjoyed! Comments and criticism very much welcomed!

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #humans are space orcs #hfy

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saberswordseabass · 6 months

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A Hidden Danger; Know your threat (3.5)

Soldiers began to bolt down a dark metal grated floor. The sturdy, metallic walls creak from a minor gravity difference. One of the soldiers shouted something unintelligible to the recording unit. The wall to their right begins to creak louder and warp from stress.

Blast doors begin to lower, trapping the two soldiers in the corridor as the wall bulges like it was hit by a freight train. The soldiers begin to obviously shake as they lower their helmets over their elongated fox like faces. They raise their laser rifles and steady it at the wall bulging.

After another moment, the wall explodes inward, but no explosive decompression followed. A bulky fox robot with stark white, like star-bleached armor, forced its way through. Lasers streak and sizz in the air as the soldiers begin to pelt the robot.

It seemed unfazed by the lasers, only focusing on them when one managed to shoot it in the optic sensor. The graviton ram of its right arm, hissed as it prepared to operate once again, while it raised its left arm, its fingers arcing with a green energy. The bot begins to march towards them intently.

The graviton ram began to glow with a green field as it launched forward with a wet squelch from the soldiers before the video seems to freeze as the recording device manages to show a soldier in horrible mixture of fused into the wall and crushed under a powerful gravitational force.

"So what are you thinking for lunch? I really want to try this Philly cheesesteak that the captive mentioned." A Ursidain spoke, gently scratching their belly as their unruly clothes suggested pirates.

"Eh, doesn't sound awful. You might have t-" The Taurian companion began to state before a warning light began to flash rapidly.

A warning began to echo from the P.A. system; "Prepare to be boarded! Don't recognize the ship, but it is probably the human savior team from the GC. Give them hell!" The P.A. warned as a few moments later, the ship violently shuttered as the boarding vessel rammed them.

The two pirates were caught off guard and had been knocked into the left side wall. "What the hell is wrong with them? Are they insane?!" The Taurian screamed as they grabbed their weapon. Right as they finish that thought, the wall to their right melts like butter. An intimated robot in height, having to lean down to fight in the hallway designed for Ursidains.

"Command: Give up human now, and your lives may be spared." The bot ordered as its stark white armored glistened in the dull, flickering florescent light. It held two massive clamp hands, like originally designed to carry around the cargo pods, but they were paired with some kind of unknown weapon, but the armored canister attached to it suggested a flame based weapon.

The pirates look at each other as the bot stares unmoving at the two, waiting for a reply. The Ursidain nodded to his Taurian companion before unslinging an old earth shotgun and firing a shot into the bot's ribcage area. "Eat ferrus insect!" The Ursidain roared as the bot stumbled back, its inner working exposed from the 'insect'.

"Hostile action has been taken." The bot spoke as its wide footing managed to stabilize. The bot's orange, almost yellow eyes, begun to rapidly shift color to a cool, icy blue. Its arms raise out, and frost began to coat its flamethrower like barrels. An icy stream connects with both organics. The Ursidain looks relatively unharmed but still affected by the flash freezing of his outer layer of fur and fat. His Taurian companion was not as lucky as half of her right side crystallized from the ice-thrower's very napalm; 'Neptunic Nictro'

The Ursidain rushes to close the gap, firing two more shots into the bot, which finally knocks the bot down onto its back. With another shot to it's fox like head makes the machine go limp.

From this device's recording, the screen begins to get hit with many white particulars, giving the recording a grainy resolution. A much smaller bot began to step through the hole left by its bigger cousin. Their rifle, which was glowing blue from an unknown source. Upon readying the gun at the Ursidain, who noticed it too late, the camera grows more grainy. The camera cuts out as the Ursidain attempts to rush the smaller bot, and a split frame of a blue pulse wave echos from its gun.

A deep-seated anger began to fill room, as all recording on each screen paused at a gruesome death. A dull grey fur inquistor sat at a desk in front of the screens. "I've spent 70 years making sure Octarus does not awaken. It is a massive threat to not just us, but all of the GC, if allowed, to get fully operational... again." Gloved hands gently rub the inquistor's face. "And if word gets out that we are the cause, that could cause an end to us, not just as an empire but also a species if what the GC did to the majority of humanity is to be noted."

"Get me on the line with Quilx." The old inquistor spoke to his help, who rushes off, only to return a moment later. "What's wrong?" The older inquistor asks as a worried frown fills his graying brow.

"Sir, Quilx has made a ground expedition to the planet where he believes Octarus' forces have been coming from." That made the old inquistor shoot up, only to grip his chest with a pained expersion. His body was old and failing as he was reaching a century in his Inquisitoral duties.

The help rushed to him before he shooed them away with another pained grunt. "Quilx will die if he steps foot on that planet! Warn him immediately to change his course of operations." The old inquistor gasped as his body forced him back down onto his padded chair.

"Maker, why?" The old inquistor gasped quietly to himself as he stared into space with horror of first-hand experience.

Decided to try another approach to this. I hope you enjoyed it! C&C is very much welcome and appreciated! Again, thank @wolven91 for creating this amazing universe to allow me to create this weird word soup :>

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saberswordseabass · 6 months

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A Hidden Danger pt3

**Somewhere in Vulptanis space**

A low ding drones out as the human inspired alarm clock rigs out from the soft off-white night stand. A dull brown fur clad hand reaches out and gently grabs the device. Their arm rears back to throw it, but before they throw the evil device, they realize what they are about to do.

"I hate that damn device." A soft voice groans as the owner of said voice leans up, letting their sheet drop down from their form. A Vulptanis with dull brown fur and what looked like a black long sleeve shirt on.

The Vulptanis threw one leg off the edge of the bed and then almost a little overdramatically, their other leg. Standing up, they show off the long sleeve shirt was actually a bodysuit that was skin tight, or was say a second layer of skin. Walking over to a dresser, throwing on a trench coat that reaches the floor. Their hand snakes into the coat's inner pocket and pulls out a communication device.

"I better not have a... message... from.. Inquistor Rixwraith... fuck!" The Vulptanis shouted as their orange eyes widened in complete horror before sprinting out of the room. Their communication pad had an emergency warning that a purposefully hidden 'issue' of theirs has reactivated.

It has been a good solid hour or two since 'mother' as she preferred, turned back on. Two 'pups' here, in the safety of her 'brain' room. Two were still missing, a similar sized one, and a rather large 'pup'. Her children were currently on the search as she began to spread her influence back through the facility... slowly.

"Now, what will happen when the bots find the monster?" Carrion asked out, breaking the silence as Trish managed to set her arm, much to mother's dismay at not being able to help a 'pup'.

"Well, I will not go into the gruesome detail, but they shall make sure it won't be an issue for any of you dears." Mother gleefully chirped from her monitor's speaker. Her face artificial face filled the screen like a fox way too close to a camera. "But as they do that, my pups, I need to properly can both of your vitals, to better keep track of your health."

"Scan away." Trish grunted as she finished tying the cloth around her makeshift split for her wrecked arm. A red grid based beam began to scan away both Trish and Carrion from the main monitor. A loud, angry sounding buzzer went off when it finished. A human body began to fill the screen, reading off biological information.

"ERROR. Unknown biological species... beginning data recording..." Mother began to spout as her screens showed a loading screen as she saved the information. "...I am sorry, but my dear pup, what's are you?" Mother asks as one of the more lithe of her robotic 'children' walked up and lifted his helmeted chin.

Carrion blinked as he had a minor brain malfunction before remembering how to speak. "I am human. The newest species added to the community." Mother, let out what could be best described as an electronic hum.

"They are considered endangered, and most in community space have supposedly been issued guardians. I'm Carrion's guardian." The lithe Vulptanis looking bot turned to Trish, and everything of the mother and the facility seemed to freeze at the word 'endangered'

"Uh, Octarus?" Carrion asks softly as the long silence is beginning to be quite deafening. After another minute, and him backing up from the lithe bot, the bot shifts to look back at him.

"Defend pu-humans."

The bot states out as their eyes begin to glow powerfully. The floor rumbles as another bot gently holds onto Trish, and the lithe bot gently grabs Carrion. The floor rumbles again like a sleeping giant reawakening once again.

"Production of combat units has been restored, starting yield of 1000 units. Granting permission to start the production on Augar and Xelon unit lines."

Octarus' voice robotically spoke as the bots held the still hurting Trish and unharmed Carrion. When mentioning the 'Xelon line', the entire place shook like an earthquake hit the factory.

A planet formed into view, the inquistor trying not to panic internally. Their eyes scan over the view of the planet. Their eyes begin to focus on a small area that, from orbit, obviously quivered. Their ears droop down as he glared at the growing spire from the quivering earth.

The door opened as two similarly uniformed Vulptanis to the inquistor walked in, holding onto a bruised Vulptanis in civilian clothes. "Ah, thank you. Please have a seat." The inquistor spoke as the two place the bruised man onto a seat in front of the dull brown Vulptanis.

"So just to be formal, I am Inquistor Quilx. I shall ask you a few questions, and depending how it goes, you might get to return back to your station." Quilx spoke as he pulled over a padded chair to sit across from the captive Vulptanis.

"So first question, yes? Why did you choose this planet for getting resources? There are many more resource rich planets nearby." Quilx asks as he leaned forward to stare into the half swollen face of the Vulptanis.

"I-i chose it because the high-grade trees, their species use less...wood and more ferrus material. They would be a huge boon to beginning colonies." The Vulptanis croaked out as his right eye was beginning to swell from the black eye. Quilx nods his head softly, and before he gets another question, the Vulptanis continues. "We sent a survey team down. They have been down there longer than supposed to. I don't know the team specifically, but they had a human in it."

Quilx's ears flatten at the sound of that. Out of all the beings to be sent down...a human. His paperwork was going to increase significantly if he bombarded the planet to eliminate the 'issue'. "Sigel, Jurgen, get this waste of fur out of my sight, then prepare a shuttle for planetary landing."

Jurgen, who put away a thermose he was about to give to Quilx, grabs the Vulptanis and begins to draw them away. Sigel gives a soft bow before making her way to prepare a shuttle.

"This is not going to be fun." Quilx groaned as he pressed his paw against his face. Depending on how this went, he might need to terminate a human... Although he really doesn't want that.

So I really want to thank @wolven91 for making the universe and stories that have greatly helped me in figuring out where to take these stories. C&C welcome!

Also, have a picture of a model I've been working on because why not?

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saberswordseabass · 9 months

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A Hidden Danger pt2

After a few solid minutes of Nellion's continuous alien swearing, they turn back to look at Carrion. The poor human left out a soft nervous chuckle as the predatory eyes of Nellion stared deep into Carrion's darkened visor. Trish placed her hand between the two while Tur gently placed his gloved paw onto Nellion's shoulder.

"It was an accident. None of us could've known that the door would break." Tur rumbled through their speaker, pulling Nellion closer to their stomach. "We just need to find a way to open the door from this side."

"Right. Carrion, because you got us into this, go find a prybar or...something!" Nellion ordered with a very obvious hint of agitation. Carrion reared his head back as if he was just hit.

"My fault?! None of you needed to come in besides Trish because of her job. I'm going to find a generator so we can leave WITHout damaging this place more!" Carrion turns 180° before marching down the hallway. Trish gave a small glare at the rude, suited cat. Her cloven boots clicked loudly against the grating, letting Carrion know she was behind him.

Nellion hissed in agitation as the two were swallowed by the endless darkness. "Let's find something to hope the door with." Tur rumbled as the two would turn down a side corridor, away from the clopping from Trish's hooves.

Once out of earshot, "So you used to work with them?" Carrion asked, breaking the silence, besides the dull hum from their lights. Trish stayed quiet for a few moments, thinking.

"... Yeah. I did a few years ago. Before I met you in the Guardian program." She opened a sidedoor before groaning as it was an empty office room. "It wasn't a long time, but we did get along for the most part."

"Yeah? The last expedition you went on with them, anything interesting happened?" Carrion asks as he turns back to look at her before stopping at a door with a sign that the universal translator glitches and jumples up the works beyond comprehension.

"Uh, I would say less interesting and more scaring. The last one I went on was the reason why we have the H.E.N.S.."

"Yeah? If it's okay for me to ask, what happened?" Carrion asks in a curious tone while trying to sound comforting to his Guardian. She shakes her head softly, metaphorically shaking the memories out.

"No offense, Carrion, but I don't feel comfortable talking about it." She spook with a somber tone the first Carrion has properly heard from her.

"Let's drop that conversation chain then!" Carrion spoke with a hint of strain in voice. Trish turns to look at Carrion, who was trying to now brute force the stuck door. She raises an eyebrow as she goes to help before the door screeches loudly, echoing through the hallway.

"Anything in there?" She asks as peers in with Carrion. Carrion was silent as the two found the petrified remains of a large melted body, fused to the floor and looking like it was reaching towards the ceiling with a clawed hand, now removed of most flesh.

Carrion's light slowly raised up as a drop of something fell onto the hand and 'sizzled' through it. An all black, chitin covered, scorpion like creature stared at Carrion, now recoiling from the sudden light on it.

"Uh... yeah. RUN!" Carrion shouts in a panic right as Trish wraps her suited arm around his waist and yanked him against her chest. This caused him to avoid a stinger that punctured a half a foot wide hole into the grating. Trish lifts him up over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and begins to just bolt down the explored corridor.

The strange scorpion like creature brutally breaks through the door frame as it lets out a high-pitched screech. Tapping of its chitinous feet were following behind her, slowly gaining. She continues to pass by door covered in alien gibberish, and the deeper they get into the corridor, the more carnage is laid bare.

"I hate this planet!" Carrion states in rage as he looks up to see how far away the creature is. Upon getting light on it, it screams in agony before slowly as it recoils. He blinks before grinning widely. "HEY! Trish? Does the H.E.N.S. have a brighten light function?!" He asks as they make a turn, Trish's boots sliding on the strange tile.

"Yeah! Large door incoming! Brace!" Trish shouts as she continues to rush at full speed, bringing her right shoulder to break through the door. The creature turns the corner, still chasing after them only to meet with a flash bang of a sudden light change. It collapsed in a writhing mass of flailing claws.

Trish winced as she shoulder checked the door. The door opened as the original barricade that kept it closed collapsed from her strength. She clenched her right hand as her arm was more than likely hurt, if not broken.

In the room laid more corpses of similar horrific deaths to the first. A large center pillar stood, covered in screens and a large web of cables connecting the top elsewhere unseen. Large rust covered statues completely covered the walls in little arched alcoves.

Carrion jolts in surprise as the creature had let out an earpiercing scream that rattles some of the old debri from the now broken barricade. Trish turned and grabbed a piece of debri that she could wield singlehandedly.

Right as the creature entered the doorway, its tail is about to strike. All the screens on the center tower flicker to life, and the lights follow suit. It screeches in pain as it goes out into the hallway and bursts into the ceiling.

"Power up finished, generator repairs needed soon. Octarus online. Systems need immediate attention.."

After a few moments, a blue eye appeared on the screens. "Greetings...Organics?" The voice from the screens sounded almost hopeful. "Oh, joyous day by the creators! I have new pups to take care of!"

"I'm sorry, what?" Carrion asked as Trish looked also as befuddled the voice but was keeping an eye out at the ceiling.

"I am Octarus, but you pups may call me mother or mommy." Octarus spoke in a gleeful tone as the screen focused on Trish for a moment. "Oh no, you are hurt! Was it that annoying pest that harmed all my old pups?"

"The creature that hates the light? Not technically, I hurt myself getting in here and protecting my Carrion." Trish spoke as the eye focused on Carrion, and he gave a nervous grin under his helmet.

The color of the eye began to turn red as Trish stepped in front of Carrion. The statues began to shift as their eyes in their fox like head begun to glow red. "Children, excute that annoying thorn in my side."

The statues, now robots, begin to step out from their arches, with another robot appearing behind them. They begin to march to the door in synchronization, and they turn to look at Trish and Carrion before moving past. The first one after the door climbs into the damaged ceiling and disappears from view.

"Don't worry. Mommy will protect you adorable pups~."

C&C is welcome! This will be the last of the hidden danger! Ya'll are getting left with a cliffhanger and mommy Dom A.I. with nothing you can do about it! *evil laugh*

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saberswordseabass · 10 months

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A Hidden Danger pt:1

Being a human in this strange universe was not as easy as it had used to be. Earth has been gone for a while now, most of the species being kidnapped by pirates or giant snake people, and now being treated like a dainty flower that would break to the lightest breeze by Carrion's guardian, a large bipedal bovine woman, called Trish.

"I am telling you it'll be fine! I'll be careful. Besides, it'll be amazing to see a new planet that not even the rest of the community knows about!" The twenty year old human states in an excited tone before grumbling at how uncomfortable the suit Trish was making him wear was.

"I know you'll be careful. We all will, but it's more of I don't want you harmed." Trish sighed as she looked down at her charge that came up to the middle of her brown furred torso, although the protective suit hid most of her features, besides her horns which were curled into a similar shape like a Terran's highlander cow.

"Technically, I should not have allowed you to go on this expedition in the first place. I can get in major trouble, I am supposed to be helping you." Trish states as Carrion looks back up at her and gives a tired sigh. Her ear flicks slightly as the door to the steel box they were in opens, allowing the rest of the expedition crew to arrive.

A large bipedal bear steps through the door, their belly straining against the protective fabric of the Hostile Environment Neutralizer Suit. In the padded hand of their suit, they carried a large briefcase like box. This was Tur. They were the group's expedition biological field agent. "Ah, it is good to see you are both already prepared. All we have left is to wait on Nellion, our geologist, and the surveyor of the expedition."

The geologist was another humanoid figure, only having an inch on Carrion compared to the over two feet the other two had him. Someone here didn't make him feel too small for once. An epicene voice rumbles through the speaker system of the suit.

"Trish, it is wonderful to have you with us again. We missed you." Nellion turns to Carrion, stepping closer to the human, allowing him to see the feline like eyes barely through the darkened glass of the helmet.

"It is good to see you as well, Nellion. This is my -" Before Trish could finish, Nellion interrupted, causing the guardian huff in annoyance.

"You must be Carrion, our new archeologist! It is wonderful to meet you, I am sure you will do wonderful." Nellion gave Carrion as Cheshire smile before heading to a free corner of the steel box and pressing a button.

The elevator they were in began to slowly lower, bringing them to the vehicle bay of the small explorer ship. A rover large enough to fit them all laid on it's dock bed, prepared for it's mission. The group of four take up their seats as the engine flared to life, blue glowing from it's center. The exit ramp lowered as the hover pads raised up the rover a good foot of the ground.

Before them laid what was an empty wasteland, consisting of nothing but jagged stone and harsh winds across the sandy stones. "Wow. I thought we'd be landing on one of the jungle areas." Carrion states as the wind fills the bay, the sand plinking of the glass ineffective in scratching or otherwise damaging it.

"This is as close we could get to one of the older plant species on the planet. The station needed to see if we'd be able to use it for better structural support in upcoming colonies." Tur spoke loudly as their speaker rumbled out, but it was barely heard over the howls of the sand. Nellion, who was driving the rover, had begun to pilot the rover to a break in the fury that was the wind.

"Trish?" Carrion rumbled out to his guardian that was sat to his left. His helmet turned to face her.

"Yes?" Her helmet turned towards him, the inside beginning to fog up slightly from each word spoken.

"This is a lot dif-," He began to say before stopping and leaning his head to look around her, his eyes squinting at something distance. Trish turns her head to look over to her left. A short red blip broke through the torrent of sand.

"Hey! Something is over there!" Carrion shouts, pointing at the blip. Nellion squints before turning to Tur. "Let's check that out first. We have a few days to get the sample. This planet was supposed to be uninhabited."

Tur nods in agreement. Nellion begins to type onto the console, and the rover begins to hover towards the red blip. Upon getting closer to the blip, allows them all to see it is a red light connected to the side of the rock face. A large metal door that looks like it was sandblasted for a hundred years also rests in the rock face.

"Nothing to indicate sentient life was found when we scanned the planet earlier." Tur hummed in a curious tone as Carrion climbed out, much to the surprise of Trish who climbs out with him.

Getting up to the door, it was more visible to see the sand had grinded the once air-tight door enough so something could find more purchase. "Trish. Think you'll be able to open this?" Carrion asks as he runs his hand against the sanded door.

"I appreciate the compliment on how strong you think I am, but if it's a standard blast door, I ain't opening it." She states as she could just feel the puppy eyes from Carrion. "Ugh, fine, I'll try. Stand back in case something breaks horribly."

Carrion stands behind her as she hooks her padded fingers into the groove. The door lets out an ear grinding screech, but it opens none the less. Upon opening, the doors lock, no longer needing her to force it. The way down almost horribly dark. Carrion flicks on his H.E.N.S.' built in light, about to step in.

"Wow, there! I go first, as I have to keep you safe." Trish places a hand on his chest as Nellion and Tur step out of the rover. Carrion blinks before allowing her to go first. The rest of the team was not far behind them.

After setting down the grimy steel hallway that was illuminated by their suits' lights, the entrance groans. The locking mechanism snaps loudly, releasing the door. It closes, sealing them in.

Turning around after it was too late. What Nellion said next was lost on Carrion as his universal translator.

This is my attempt to throw a hat in the ring of @wolven91 's amazing universe him and a few others are making. If I have anything wrong with in the lore, please let me know! C&C very much welcomed.

#cuddleverse #conservationverse #hfy #humans are space orcs

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