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December 16, 2025 at 5:23 PM
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December 16, 2025 at 5:21 PM
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8/10 The tardigrade’s voice lost its mocking edge, turning eerily flat. "And the core isn’t the only thing still alive on that ship."
December 16, 2025 at 5:21 PM
8/10 The tardigrade’s voice lost its mocking edge, turning eerily flat. "And the core isn’t the only thing still alive on that ship."
7/10 A beat. The bar’s ambient noise—the clank of glasses, the low hum of faulty life support—seemed to fade. "And?" Jake prompted.
December 16, 2025 at 5:21 PM
7/10 A beat. The bar’s ambient noise—the clank of glasses, the low hum of faulty life support—seemed to fade. "And?" Jake prompted.
6/10 Kate exchanged a glance with his… partner? Pet? Co-conspirator? Then he leaned in, voice dropping. "Because we’ve already been there."
December 16, 2025 at 5:20 PM
6/10 Kate exchanged a glance with his… partner? Pet? Co-conspirator? Then he leaned in, voice dropping. "Because we’ve already been there."
5/10 Jake’s smirk faded as the implication hit. "And how do you know about that wreck?" The tardigrade went still. Even the pulsing veins in its carapace dimmed, like a system powering down.
December 16, 2025 at 5:20 PM
5/10 Jake’s smirk faded as the implication hit. "And how do you know about that wreck?" The tardigrade went still. Even the pulsing veins in its carapace dimmed, like a system powering down.
4/10 Jake raised an eyebrow. "Wow. Is it like this after drinking, or before?" Kate sighed. "This is his baseline."
December 16, 2025 at 5:19 PM
4/10 Jake raised an eyebrow. "Wow. Is it like this after drinking, or before?" Kate sighed. "This is his baseline."
3/10 The mechanic—Kate, apparently—rubbed his temples as the creature skittered across his shoulders, its clawed feet snagging in his overall straps.
December 16, 2025 at 5:19 PM
3/10 The mechanic—Kate, apparently—rubbed his temples as the creature skittered across his shoulders, its clawed feet snagging in his overall straps.
2/10 "You won’t salvage the Kessler-5 with your little monkey hands, oh no," it sneered, its biomechanical voice box crackling with disdain. "That reactor core requires expert salvaging to keep it intact. You don’t have the skills. Kate and I can do that. We can. Don’t need you."
December 16, 2025 at 5:18 PM
2/10 "You won’t salvage the Kessler-5 with your little monkey hands, oh no," it sneered, its biomechanical voice box crackling with disdain. "That reactor core requires expert salvaging to keep it intact. You don’t have the skills. Kate and I can do that. We can. Don’t need you."
“Why’s a monkey with delusions of grandeur doing the same?” The BurnJuice bar had officially gotten weirder than his tab.
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December 13, 2025 at 3:04 AM
“Why’s a monkey with delusions of grandeur doing the same?” The BurnJuice bar had officially gotten weirder than his tab.
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The mechanic sighed. “Yeah, he’s like this with everyone.”
Jake rubbed his temple. “Why’s a thousand-year-old microbe-critter hanging around a salvage hub?”
The tardigrade’s bioluminescence flickered—was that a smirk?
12/13
Jake rubbed his temple. “Why’s a thousand-year-old microbe-critter hanging around a salvage hub?”
The tardigrade’s bioluminescence flickered—was that a smirk?
12/13
December 13, 2025 at 3:02 AM
The mechanic sighed. “Yeah, he’s like this with everyone.”
Jake rubbed his temple. “Why’s a thousand-year-old microbe-critter hanging around a salvage hub?”
The tardigrade’s bioluminescence flickered—was that a smirk?
12/13
Jake rubbed his temple. “Why’s a thousand-year-old microbe-critter hanging around a salvage hub?”
The tardigrade’s bioluminescence flickered—was that a smirk?
12/13
“Then you’re a giant hairless ape,” it retorted.
“I am a proud descendant of a species you once called Tardigrade hundreds of years ago.” 11/13
“I am a proud descendant of a species you once called Tardigrade hundreds of years ago.” 11/13
December 13, 2025 at 3:02 AM
“Then you’re a giant hairless ape,” it retorted.
“I am a proud descendant of a species you once called Tardigrade hundreds of years ago.” 11/13
“I am a proud descendant of a species you once called Tardigrade hundreds of years ago.” 11/13
Jake Fox stared.
“It looks like a giant, armored pill bug”, he said quietly to himself—if pill bugs had glossy, segmented carapaces threaded with pulsing bioluminescent veins and carried themselves with the offended dignity of a scholar who’d just been called a garbage inspector. 10/13
“It looks like a giant, armored pill bug”, he said quietly to himself—if pill bugs had glossy, segmented carapaces threaded with pulsing bioluminescent veins and carried themselves with the offended dignity of a scholar who’d just been called a garbage inspector. 10/13
December 13, 2025 at 3:01 AM
Jake Fox stared.
“It looks like a giant, armored pill bug”, he said quietly to himself—if pill bugs had glossy, segmented carapaces threaded with pulsing bioluminescent veins and carried themselves with the offended dignity of a scholar who’d just been called a garbage inspector. 10/13
“It looks like a giant, armored pill bug”, he said quietly to himself—if pill bugs had glossy, segmented carapaces threaded with pulsing bioluminescent veins and carried themselves with the offended dignity of a scholar who’d just been called a garbage inspector. 10/13
9/13
You came back. Good.
The Drifter Mission #001.2
You came back. Good.
The Drifter Mission #001.2
December 13, 2025 at 3:00 AM
9/13
You came back. Good.
The Drifter Mission #001.2
You came back. Good.
The Drifter Mission #001.2
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48 hours, crew.
Don’t miss it.
8/8
48 hours, crew.
Don’t miss it.
8/8
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December 12, 2025 at 2:34 AM
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48 hours, crew.
Don’t miss it.
8/8
48 hours, crew.
Don’t miss it.
8/8
Part 2 drops Tomorrow night, same time.
Turn on notifications if you want to meet the galaxy’s most offended water bear.
You’ll thank me later.
Turn on notifications if you want to meet the galaxy’s most offended water bear.
You’ll thank me later.
December 12, 2025 at 2:33 AM
Part 2 drops Tomorrow night, same time.
Turn on notifications if you want to meet the galaxy’s most offended water bear.
You’ll thank me later.
Turn on notifications if you want to meet the galaxy’s most offended water bear.
You’ll thank me later.
Jake blinks.
“…Both?”
6/8
“…Both?”
6/8
December 12, 2025 at 2:32 AM
Jake blinks.
“…Both?”
6/8
“…Both?”
6/8
A beat.
Then the drone peeks out.
“Query,” it buzzes, voice like a corrupted vox-file.
“Does the organic require a therapist or a wrench?”
5/8
Then the drone peeks out.
“Query,” it buzzes, voice like a corrupted vox-file.
“Does the organic require a therapist or a wrench?”
5/8
December 12, 2025 at 2:32 AM
A beat.
Then the drone peeks out.
“Query,” it buzzes, voice like a corrupted vox-file.
“Does the organic require a therapist or a wrench?”
5/8
Then the drone peeks out.
“Query,” it buzzes, voice like a corrupted vox-file.
“Does the organic require a therapist or a wrench?”
5/8
“You lost, Captain?” the mechanic grunts.
Jake nods at the pipe. “Either you’re losing it, or your toolbox just sassed you.”
4/8
Jake nods at the pipe. “Either you’re losing it, or your toolbox just sassed you.”
4/8
December 12, 2025 at 2:32 AM
“You lost, Captain?” the mechanic grunts.
Jake nods at the pipe. “Either you’re losing it, or your toolbox just sassed you.”
4/8
Jake nods at the pipe. “Either you’re losing it, or your toolbox just sassed you.”
4/8
Jake walks over.
The mechanic nudges whatever it is behind a coolant pipe.
Too late—Jake sees a fist-sized, dented drone, one optic glowing wary red.
3/8
The mechanic nudges whatever it is behind a coolant pipe.
Too late—Jake sees a fist-sized, dented drone, one optic glowing wary red.
3/8
December 12, 2025 at 2:31 AM
Jake walks over.
The mechanic nudges whatever it is behind a coolant pipe.
Too late—Jake sees a fist-sized, dented drone, one optic glowing wary red.
3/8
The mechanic nudges whatever it is behind a coolant pipe.
Too late—Jake sees a fist-sized, dented drone, one optic glowing wary red.
3/8
Not the floor—something ON it.
Too small to be a person. Too articulate to be a rat.
The thing hisses back with a metallic chitter.
2/8
Too small to be a person. Too articulate to be a rat.
The thing hisses back with a metallic chitter.
2/8
December 12, 2025 at 2:31 AM
Not the floor—something ON it.
Too small to be a person. Too articulate to be a rat.
The thing hisses back with a metallic chitter.
2/8
Too small to be a person. Too articulate to be a rat.
The thing hisses back with a metallic chitter.
2/8