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𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠
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Mechanical systems. Highlighting the Strange machine in a vague light blue...
His head cocked slowly. Silently waiting.
His head cocked slowly. Silently waiting.
November 20, 2025 at 2:20 AM
Mechanical systems. Highlighting the Strange machine in a vague light blue...
His head cocked slowly. Silently waiting.
His head cocked slowly. Silently waiting.
Lenses finally meeting...
. . . It.
Ah. . . That's why he didn't smell anything.
The Thinking Machines. Created by the Flotilla Merchants and Mechanics.
The Wolf examined the Geth slowly, Lenses flashing Yellow, Red, Green, and finally Blue.
The visions cycling slowly till reaching the-
. . . It.
Ah. . . That's why he didn't smell anything.
The Thinking Machines. Created by the Flotilla Merchants and Mechanics.
The Wolf examined the Geth slowly, Lenses flashing Yellow, Red, Green, and finally Blue.
The visions cycling slowly till reaching the-
November 20, 2025 at 2:20 AM
Lenses finally meeting...
. . . It.
Ah. . . That's why he didn't smell anything.
The Thinking Machines. Created by the Flotilla Merchants and Mechanics.
The Wolf examined the Geth slowly, Lenses flashing Yellow, Red, Green, and finally Blue.
The visions cycling slowly till reaching the-
. . . It.
Ah. . . That's why he didn't smell anything.
The Thinking Machines. Created by the Flotilla Merchants and Mechanics.
The Wolf examined the Geth slowly, Lenses flashing Yellow, Red, Green, and finally Blue.
The visions cycling slowly till reaching the-
. . .
25 minutes should do. A ship of this size required an early head start due to its blast radius.
Once the beeping began, he rose slowly, turning and stepping into the Dimly Lit, Misty halls of the ship, hand raising to push away torn wires and cables that hung low from the ceiling,
25 minutes should do. A ship of this size required an early head start due to its blast radius.
Once the beeping began, he rose slowly, turning and stepping into the Dimly Lit, Misty halls of the ship, hand raising to push away torn wires and cables that hung low from the ceiling,
November 20, 2025 at 2:20 AM
. . .
25 minutes should do. A ship of this size required an early head start due to its blast radius.
Once the beeping began, he rose slowly, turning and stepping into the Dimly Lit, Misty halls of the ship, hand raising to push away torn wires and cables that hung low from the ceiling,
25 minutes should do. A ship of this size required an early head start due to its blast radius.
Once the beeping began, he rose slowly, turning and stepping into the Dimly Lit, Misty halls of the ship, hand raising to push away torn wires and cables that hung low from the ceiling,
Sharp inhales. . . No scent.
. . .
Something not organic, or hiding its scent then.
Wolf clicked its tongue, hand dropping to trace the Fallen Hunter's Bracer, tapping and bypassing the biometrics to activate the self-destruct of not only the Warrior, but also the Ship's barely living reactor.
. . .
Something not organic, or hiding its scent then.
Wolf clicked its tongue, hand dropping to trace the Fallen Hunter's Bracer, tapping and bypassing the biometrics to activate the self-destruct of not only the Warrior, but also the Ship's barely living reactor.
November 20, 2025 at 2:20 AM
Sharp inhales. . . No scent.
. . .
Something not organic, or hiding its scent then.
Wolf clicked its tongue, hand dropping to trace the Fallen Hunter's Bracer, tapping and bypassing the biometrics to activate the self-destruct of not only the Warrior, but also the Ship's barely living reactor.
. . .
Something not organic, or hiding its scent then.
Wolf clicked its tongue, hand dropping to trace the Fallen Hunter's Bracer, tapping and bypassing the biometrics to activate the self-destruct of not only the Warrior, but also the Ship's barely living reactor.
Crashing.
. . .
An asteroid.
That's all it took. One unaccounted-for rock, striking an engine.
One strike, sending a marvel of technology into a death spiral.
The Cleaner hissed and clicked softly behind his mask, the clank of footsteps entering the ship alerting him.
. . .
An asteroid.
That's all it took. One unaccounted-for rock, striking an engine.
One strike, sending a marvel of technology into a death spiral.
The Cleaner hissed and clicked softly behind his mask, the clank of footsteps entering the ship alerting him.
November 20, 2025 at 2:20 AM
Crashing.
. . .
An asteroid.
That's all it took. One unaccounted-for rock, striking an engine.
One strike, sending a marvel of technology into a death spiral.
The Cleaner hissed and clicked softly behind his mask, the clank of footsteps entering the ship alerting him.
. . .
An asteroid.
That's all it took. One unaccounted-for rock, striking an engine.
One strike, sending a marvel of technology into a death spiral.
The Cleaner hissed and clicked softly behind his mask, the clank of footsteps entering the ship alerting him.
Cargo hold (going by the melted scorching and slag, a recent change). A figure continued their work.
Talons slowly traced the fallen hunter's Mask, tenderly leaving it in place.
No serpents had escaped this time. Luckily. The Hunting Party had made certain to burn their eggs and specimens before-
Talons slowly traced the fallen hunter's Mask, tenderly leaving it in place.
No serpents had escaped this time. Luckily. The Hunting Party had made certain to burn their eggs and specimens before-
November 20, 2025 at 2:20 AM
Cargo hold (going by the melted scorching and slag, a recent change). A figure continued their work.
Talons slowly traced the fallen hunter's Mask, tenderly leaving it in place.
No serpents had escaped this time. Luckily. The Hunting Party had made certain to burn their eggs and specimens before-
Talons slowly traced the fallen hunter's Mask, tenderly leaving it in place.
No serpents had escaped this time. Luckily. The Hunting Party had made certain to burn their eggs and specimens before-
𝐃𝐃:𝐃𝐍𝐄 (𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜 𝐞𝐭𝐜) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐨 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 (𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟) ♡
November 19, 2025 at 12:21 AM
𝐃𝐃:𝐃𝐍𝐄 (𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜 𝐞𝐭𝐜) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐨 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 (𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟) ♡
𝐍/𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐑𝐏 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐘𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐣𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.
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November 19, 2025 at 12:21 AM
𝐍/𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐑𝐏 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐘𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐣𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.
𝐀 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 '𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟' 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐕𝐏:𝐑
𝐖𝐨𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 '𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝟒𝟎'𝐬' 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐟.
𝐖𝐨𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 '𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝟒𝟎'𝐬' 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐟.
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November 19, 2025 at 12:21 AM
𝐀 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 '𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟' 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐕𝐏:𝐑
𝐖𝐨𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 '𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝟒𝟎'𝐬' 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐟.
𝐖𝐨𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 '𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝟒𝟎'𝐬' 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐟.