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03:57:46 San| Dang, Eve, she could have at least had nice bravery as a reason to keep her. |
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03:40:25 Wan | Wolf | Silver| CouldnÂ’t have been EEW huh 😂 -HEE Click- |
03:28:23 | Eve| This one is super pretty too, shame I have no excuses to keep her :( lol -HEE Click- |
03:26:00 | Eve| Oh yes, I love seal browns (and silver)! |
03:25:31 San| Oh wow, but she is really beautiful! |
03:24:08 | Eve Capture a triple Elite horse with visible Silver.
My capture:
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Calyx’s heart skipped a beat as he heard Cass’s voice snap in frustration, but there was no time to waste. He knew the urgency, and he couldn’t afford to be distracted. "Almost there," he muttered to himself, navigating through the twisting corridors of the ship with sharp focus. His boots echoed against the metal floor, the distant sound of 42's growl reverberating in the comms. Each step felt heavier than the last, and the pressure of time weighed down on him. The maintenance room finally loomed ahead, its door half ajar. Calyx slipped inside, the dim lights flickering overhead. The remote—sleek and metallic—was sitting on a workbench, just as he had found it on the schematics. Without hesitation, he grabbed it and activated it, his fingers flying over the buttons. The device hummed to life, and a small holographic screen flickered into view, displaying an interface designed to control the creature’s neural feedback. Outside, the sounds of struggle were starting to escalate. Cass’s breathing was growing labored, but there was still no sign of surrender from 42. "Got it," Calyx's voice was steady as he toggled the remote’s controls. "I’m activating the override now. Stay calm, Cass." Calyx’s remote crackled in his hand as a blue light washed over 42’s form, the beast suddenly halting in place. |
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Cass growled at 42, seeing how Calyx had slipped past unaware and disappeared down the hallway. She kept her attention on the creature in front of her. 42 inched closer, backing her into the side of the ship. It's hull cold against her back. Her heart pounding in her ears, her eyes wide as she studied its maw, its uncaring and unfriendly nature. Her breathing quickened. She placed her hands to brace herself for what came next. She closed her eyes waiting for death and then she opened them again, seeing 42 frozen in front of her. She sighed with relief, sweat beading at her brow. She moved slowly around it. Studying its form. "Thank god, he had a back up place" She placed a hand over her heart. Other crew members ran in and asked if she was ok, after working their way back to the cargo hold. A few of them carried cattle prods. Her eyes scan the room for the captain her gaze blazing. She was mad. Furious even. Zyxir came over to her "The captain's door is shredded. 42 has never behaved like that before" He said gruffly. Cass looked at Zyxir and then looked back at 42, taking in its frozen form, yet again. She looked at the box. "I wonder, if it could detect another energy presence and didn't like it?" She said quietly to herself. "Now we just need to get the damn thing contained" Her gaze swung back round to the captain. She stormed over to him. "Muzzle your dog" She bites out angrily before storming off down the corridor. She wasn't going to help him this time. No way. Zyxir approached the captain. "Shall I bring her back here?" He asked, his voice low. |
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Calyx leaned against the wall, his gaze drifting toward the frozen form of 42. The creature’s usual compliance seemed to have slipped into something dangerous, something unpredictable. He had no idea what triggered the change. He didn’t need to look back to know that Cass was fuming. Her anger was palpable, even from a distance. He’d seen it coming—the way her temper had flared the moment 42 had gone rogue, the way she had stormed off now, leaving him to face the consequences. He didn’t blame her. But damn, it wasn’t the time to let emotions rule. "Leave her be, Zyxir," Calyx said, his voice firm but tired. He pushed himself off the wall and began walking toward the corridor where Cass had disappeared. "I’ll handle it." He didn’t need to explain why. They both knew it was his responsibility to keep the crew together, to smooth things over when tempers flared. Even when he didn’t entirely agree with how things had played out. The door to his quarters had been shredded, torn apart by something more dangerous than he had anticipated. 42 had never been this erratic before. Something, or someone, had triggered it—he suspected Cass was right, the creature could be reacting to some other energy presence, though what that was, he couldn’t yet say. His thoughts narrowed on one thing—Cass. She was smart, capable. She’d figure it out if given the chance. And if she wasn’t in the mood to help him now, so be it. But he needed to fix this. "I’ll muzzle my dog," he muttered under his breath, though the words were more for himself than for Zyxir. He was far from perfect, and this mess was a product of his own choices. But damn it, he wasn’t about to let it tear the crew apart. He glanced over his shoulder, his jaw set. "Tell the others to stay out of it. I’ll handle 42 and the containment. Cass’ll come around." He didn’t know how he knew that, but it was the only way forward. And for now, that would have to be enough. |
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Neoma watched from the shadows, her heart racing as the man spoke. His voice was steady, but there was something off about the way he said it. She didn’t trust him. She’d seen too much of the world to trust anyone who said they wouldn’t hurt her. Her fingers curled around the rough bark of the tree she hid behind. She knew the stories—the ones about people who promised not to hurt, but then did anyway. She knew better. She had to stay quiet. If she stayed hidden, maybe she could slip away unnoticed. But his eyes—they were sharp, like a hawk’s. She didn’t think she could stay hidden for long. And yet, something told her she needed to be patient. She needed to wait. The man wouldn’t leave. He had already noticed her, and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Slowly, she shifted her weight, trying to stay as still as possible. What should she do? Should she run? Should she stay and listen? The air felt thick with tension. She had to choose. And fast. |
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Cass walked into her quarters. She had somewhat calmed down under her storming down the hallway. She walked over to her sink and looked into the mirror. "Does he hate us?" She asked herself in the mirror. She looked at her hair, the braid loosening after the commotion. "Why risk all of us?" She shook her head. Rage flushing her cheeks. Sometimes she let her human emotions get the better of her. She had almost died at the hands of him being selfish opening the cargo without the rest of the crew. She shook her head again. She could feel herself being irrational. 42 was mere inches away from her face. That beast could have savaged her. She didn't take lightly to a small mishap like that. She turned to her bed and smacked her hands into the mattress. Her anger roiling inside her. She paced the small space of her quarters. Trying to find an outlet for all this emotion. This was the first time though that she had pulled the captain out a sticky situation. He usually was so calm and controlled, with an authoritive air about him but something set his eyes on that particular box. The one with the coalition symbol sprawled on the side. The legion vessel would surely have been noticed to have gone by now. They'd hit a regular supply route. She paused, looking out the window, as if the stars had the answers. Experiment 42
Although frozen, 42 could still see and hear the commotion around it. It studied the captain. There would be a time it would need to be unleashed from its frozen prison, only then would it strike. Quixor
Quixor locked eyes with Neoma. He clicked his fingers and like that his soliders had surrounded her. One moved in and grabbed her arm picking her up from out of the shadows where she hid. They moved quietly and efficiently to capture the small creature that lay there. Quixor was pleased, he didn't want to lose his prize and let her run off, especially to alert the coalition of their presence. Quixor took in her tiny form as the soldier's disarmed her and disabled any comms and roughly brought her in front of him. His jaw tightned. The girl in front of him was small. "How old are you?" He said his eyes twinkled at her, a hint of friendliness and curiousity. Tristan
"Neoma?" Tristan called out through his headset, activating the comms. The pit of his stomach dropped. The data had stopped streaming. "Shit" He'd said softly that no one could hear. "Neoma?" He said softly, starting to panic. He flicked his gaze over to Eon, to make sure he wasn't looking. He sagged with relief as he was studying the information of the energy reading from the intergalatic gateway, trying to determine whoever had jumped through the gate. He returned his gaze to his monitor. The data stream completely gone. His blood turned cold. Something wasn't right. If he didn't report this immediately, his reprimand would only be worse than it already could be. He called to Dr Eon. "Sir, I think something is wrong" He swallowed hard. Waiting, watching, knowing his punishment would be inevitable. |
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CALYX He pressed a few more buttons, his voice calm and controlled as ever. “Calyx to security. Transport Experiment 42 back into its chains. Reinforce the security protocols, and increase the stasis field. I want no chance for it to escape this time.” His commands were swift, decisive. 42 could feel the changes in the air, the atmosphere shifting as the chains of its prison were drawn tighter, reinforced by the force of advanced tech. It would be an inconvenience to the creature, but Calyx wasn’t interested in any more unpredictable outbursts. The crew's safety was his priority. Calyx remained focused, even as the tension in the control room seemed to rise. His eyes didn't leave the security feed, tracking the faint shimmer of the stasis field around the creature. He could feel the weight of his decision pressing on him, the responsibility of his actions—not just for the crew's safety, but for the unknowns they were all facing. Cass's anger echoed in his mind, but he couldn't afford to let it distract him. Leadership required more than just understanding; it demanded cold logic, especially now. The hum of the stasis chamber resonated softly, and Calyx allowed himself a brief moment of reflection. Opening that crate had been an act of desperation, a gamble. He knew the risks, but the potential rewards had been too great to ignore. What was inside could be the key to advancing their mission—or it could destroy everything they'd worked for. And right now, the other creature, 42, was frozen in time, locked away in its own unnatural stasis. He glanced at the readouts, confirming the systems were functioning as they should. "Security team reports in," a voice crackled over the comms. "Good. Keep the reinforcement levels at max," Calyx replied, his tone unyielding. "I want periodic updates. Nothing should breach this containment. Understood?" "Understood, Captain." He nodded, though no one could see it. The task was simple in theory, but simple tasks could become complicated in the blink of an eye, especially when dealing with something as unpredictable as Experiment 42. The creature’s movements—even in stasis—seemed to tug at the edges of the room, like it was more aware than it let on. He glanced at the console again, checking the readings of the energy fields surrounding the containment chamber. Everything seemed stable for now, but there was always that nagging thought at the back of his mind. He couldn’t afford to ignore it. The creature was no ordinary threat. Its origins, the nature of its power—everything about it was a mystery, and mysteries often had a way of revealing themselves when least expected. Calyx straightened up, his voice unwavering. "Maintain full vigilance. I want this ship locked down until further notice. No one leaves their posts. Not a single mistake." The crew could grumble. They could question his choices later. But for now, Calyx would remain steadfast. His role was to protect them, no matter the cost. EON Eon’s sensors flickered, processing the shift in Tristan's tone, the undercurrent of fear buried beneath the carefully controlled words. His instincts, sharp and methodical, immediately noticed the anomaly: the data stream had ceased. It was sudden, erratic, an interruption that could not be ignored. Eon remained focused on the readings in front of him, a complex pattern unfolding within the intergalactic gateway’s energy flux, but his mind, ever analytical, was already piecing together the implications. His gaze lifted from the monitor, sharp as a blade, and he turned his attention to Tristan, the human’s anxiety palpable, even without the telltale fluctuations in his voice. “Tristan,” Eon’s voice hummed softly, melodic yet disembodied in its resonation. The tone was calm, deliberate—his usual dispassion not quite masking the undercurrent of concern that stirred within him. “If something is wrong, I expect an explanation with clarity.” He shifted his weight slightly, his sleek, ethereal form remaining poised in its perfect symmetry. His skin shimmered, glowing faintly with a hue of cool blue—a subtle reflection of his own internal sense of stability, even in the face of this unpredictable event. The air in the room was charged with urgency, yet his mind was already working, unraveling the threads of the data loss. If he was being honest with himself, the interruption intrigued him. Anomalies always did. But there was a level of disquiet he could not fully suppress, one that he could not yet quantify. “Report the full scope of the data loss. Immediately,” Eon commanded, his voice laced with that familiar, detached precision. His eyes—if they could be called eyes—shifted with intricate fractals, scanning Tristan's every movement, every subtle change in the environment. Every detail mattered. It was rare, but this moment was one in which Eon could feel the distant tug of something akin to… concern. |
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Neoma didn’t flinch when the soldier grabbed her arm, yanking her from the shadows where she’d tried to stay hidden. Her mind was already working, calculating, analyzing the situation. There were too many of them, too many eyes watching, but she was fast, clever. Not weak. She hated being handled like this—like a thing to be captured. It made her stomach twist, but she wasn’t going to let it show. Instead, she set her jaw, making sure not to show them even a hint of fear. If they were going to take her, they were going to have to work for it. Quixor’s voice broke through her thoughts, the question almost casual, like he was just talking to any child. But Neoma knew better. She studied him as he stared down at her, his eyes gleaming with that strange mix of curiosity and something darker. “How old are you?” he asked, that odd, almost friendly tone making her wary. It was the kind of voice people used when they thought they had you cornered. Her eyes never left his as she straightened up, standing as tall as her ten years would allow. "Ten," she said, her voice steady despite the knot of tension in her chest. She might be small, but she wasn’t helpless. She had a sharp mind and a fast mouth, and she’d learned how to survive in a world full of dangers—whether it was the harsh realities of space or the cold politics of the Coalition. Her brown eyes, rimmed with a ring of azure, flicked to his face briefly, studying his features, searching for any clue, any sign of what he might do next. Neoma noticed that Quixor's eyes were similar to hers, identical. She had never seen another with eyes like hers. Snapping out of her curiousity, Neoma stood strong. She remembered her mother’s gaze, full of determination and intelligence. Neoma was a reflection of her, and she wouldn’t let that die here. Not without a fight. The soldiers might have disarmed her and disabled her comms, but her real weapon was her mind—and she wasn’t about to let them take that too. |
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Quixor huffed. "Ten" He repeated. "Is this what the Coalition resorts to now? Sending children in their wake?" He speaks as if he wasn't a child when he entered his first battle, seen his first bloodshed, made his first kill. The solider's held her steady as she stood straighter in front of him. A commanding presence similiar to his own. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards into a smile, gleam in his eye. He stepped closer, crouching down now to take her in fully. He looked her in the eyes. He didn't let on his surprise when he noticed the azure ring around the irises. "How?" He said quietly, too quietly for anyone to hear. He snapped out of his trance, staring at her. "You know what that energy reading is don't you?" He tone sharp now. A solider approached him handing Quixor the device she had been using to look at the energy readings. The ground beneath them was quiet now. Like it had been tamed. Experiment 42
Captain.... A soft caress in the mind of its master. Free me... It growled despite the chains, despite its lack of freedom as it looked up at the energy barrier between it and the rest of the ship. Cassiopeia
Cass looked up as the comms on her arm vibrated. She activated it with a single push of a button. "Captain has initated lockdown sequence" Cass sighed. It was going to be a long night. Cass walked over to her door and locked it. She walked back over to her sink and started to take out the braid, her hair settling across her shoulders in slight auburn waves. Once she was done, she turned to her bed and removed her gun holsters, all of them. Once settled on the bed, she turned to the bathing chamber and turned on the shower, making it nice, hot and steamy. She undressed herself and sighed, breathing in the steam and went for a shower. The grime of the latest mission, the creatures and her anger washed away down the plug hole. |
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(Tristan is a space elf, not human xD) Tristan
Tristan swallowed before he began to explain. "I don't know... all of a sudden I lost connection with Neoma and now the energy readings have gone cold... almost like someone has turned off a tap" He explained hurriedly. "I think... I think there is something or someone down on that planet judging by the recent energy fluctation from the gateway" He said boldly, looking at Eon for answers. He prayed silently that Neoma was alive because if she wasn't, he would be in the firing line. |
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Eon’s eyes glowed faintly as Tristan spoke, the subtle flicker of light betraying the intensity of his focus. He processed the information quickly, his mind effortlessly working through the complexities of the energy fluctuations. His alien senses were attuned to every minute shift in the fabric of the environment, and this... this felt wrong. There was something intentional behind it. He leaned forward, a low hum reverberating through the air as his form seemed to shimmer slightly. The data he’d been monitoring had turned from erratic to strangely deliberate. Something or someone had interfered with the gateway, and Eon could tell it wasn’t just a natural phenomenon. "Someone’s manipulating it," Eon said softly, the edges of his voice laced with a cold, calculated clarity. His tendrils twitched in the way they always did when danger was near, and his sharp, alien features gave no indication of the frustration brewing beneath his stoic exterior. He focused on the energy readings, but his mind was already working on contingency plans. "Neoma's connection isn't just severed. It's blocked. This... is no accident." Eon’s gaze snapped to Tristan, his expression unreadable, though there was a sense of precision in the way he analyzed every movement. "The fluctuations are too controlled. Someone or something on that planet is actively interfering with the flow of energy." He tilted his head slightly, a ripple of tension running through his body. "And if Neoma's presence caused it, then this was all planned." His hands moved to the controls, his fingers sleek and efficient as they glided across the interface. Eon didn’t need to look at Tristan to know the fear behind his words. It was always the same—when something disrupted the balance, it was always personal. "We’ll find her. But we need to be smart about it. Rushing in without understanding the source will be fatal." His alien eyes met Tristan’s, intense and unreadable. "Prepare yourself. We’re entering unknown territory, and whoever’s behind this isn’t playing by any rules we know." |
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