Uh, I had a thought to share. Typing it out made it grow. Oops.
Prowl loves a good strategy game. As a matter of fact, he’s
consistently in the top scoring position on the most difficult strategy
games available in Teletraan I′s vast collection.
Then he’s out of contact for a week or so on a mission, diplomatic in nature, uneventful
but necessary, and unable to play. When he returns, he settles in that evening to wind down
with a round or two of his favorite game. His shock is tremendous when he
discovers his name replaced in the coveted top spot by none
other than Sideswipe, a mech who only started playing
shortly after Prowl left on that mission. A quick check shows even his
most obscure game preferences have his name bumped down into the number
two slot, all of them under Sideswipe.
Is this a glitch? Have
the games been hacked? Or is Sideswipe somehow in possession of a much keener
strategic mind than anyone ever gave him credit for?
Klllr scuttled along corridor 3B,
toward the Human Sector of the ship, her seventeen legs tapping along
the dull gray floor rhythmically. She had been tasked with delivering
a package to Crewmember Ashley, and though she had never met a human
in person before, she had no intention of failing in her duties as a
Once she reached the sealed door
separating the Human Sector from the Krvatlln Sector, she pressed the
sensor panel on the wall. Almost immediately, the viewscreen above it
came to life, displaying the odd face with its two eyes and strange
bilateral symmetry that Klllr recognized from Ashley’s personel file.
“Are you Klllr?” Ashley
asked, her voice lilting unsettlingly at the end of her query, the
light sensors in her eyes widening and focusing on the package held
in Klllr’s dorsal graspers. “Is that my package?”
“I am. It is,” Klllr replied,
unintentionally clicking under her words and nervously shifting
several of her legs. Ashley really was creepy in person.
“Bring it on in!” Ahsley’s
voice was rising in both pitch and volume.
The door opened, and Klllr scurried
through it. The lowered oxygen level in the Human Sector was slightly
disorienting, but not enough to be dangerous to a Krvatlln such as
herself, the reason that their Sectors were adjacent in the first
place (though the Human Sector was also adjacent to the hull, as they
liked to set fires for recreational purposes, and most spacefaring
species were unable to safely be exposed to smoke).
Ashley’s bilateral symmetry continued
in person. Even her personal decorations were symmetrical. Klllr set
the package down and tap tap tap’d away from it.
Ashley immediatly dropped to her
central leg joints (the joints in the centers of her legs, as only
having two legs, she had no central
legs), tearing the sealed box open with her graspers (set on the ends
of her still only two forelimbs),
a task usually accomplished with specialized tools, and pulling out a
clear box with small animals inside. Though still oddly symettrical,
they were fairly cute. Klllr hadn’t realized that humans kept pets
that looked less unsettling than they, themselves did.
blinked five of her eyes in surprise.
Ashley, I did not know that the intership postal service delivered
don’t, Crewmember Klllr. These aren’t pets, they’re crickets. They’re
for Thomson.” Ashley opened her mouth, though did not part her
teeth, and moved the flesh on her face inscrutably.
is Thomson?” Klllr asked, chirping confusion, “and why did
they not order the crickets themself?”
he’s my pet toad. Thought I’d get him a treat, and some of the guys
are planning to record him eating these suckers and put it to music.
Wanna watch?” Ashley stretched her face again, eyes darting,
syncronized, around Klllr’s own eyes, meeting each of them in turn.
no thank you,” Klllr managed. “I, kkkkk, have obligations
elsewhere. Thank you for the, kkkkkk, invitation, though.”
took Klllr three tries to open the door into the corridor so that she
could back out safely. She had no desire to watch the crickets be
eaten by whatever monstrosity Thomson the toad turned out to be.