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[sweettoothvn]

Slurs used in the Intrepid

When you see these words pop up in text you can come back to this post to see what they mean! (Submitted by @kitskame)

Chilo= bitch mutts (for gilvans) Scrud= blood mixer Lower class slurs: Qins = dirt Inkir= worthless Ommi = filth Xus = bad luck, broken, or incomplete (used for Humans born into magical households but lack magical abilities themselves.)

[ramblingsofastarrider]

Drabble: A Night Out

Blossom’s bright magenta eyes glowed vividly as she gazed out of the window at the passing buildings lit with neons signs. The clouds were long gone, but the puddles remained, as did the sheen of water that reflected the neon tenfold. She loved to watch the lights, thinking it was because of her Nyctcimmerian blood; she had been told that streets like this were reminiscent of the bioluminescence of Secunnus. Though it could also be her Rosian side than drew her to the vibrant colours- that was more likely.

A gentle touch to her hand pulled her from her dizzy thoughts. She turned, and was greeted by Inkir’s drunken smile as she opened her second eyelids to reveal eyes that were the same magenta tone.

“What are you thinking about?” Inkir asked.

“Nothing important.” Blossom waved dismissively to the bustling streets. It was late, but the nightlife only died when the night itself did. “Just admiring the colours.” She returned his smile with a similar drunkenness. His hand hesitantly toyed with her fingers and she was surprised. Even after a night a grinding against each other in a club, he still seemed to be nervous- or shy? She couldn’t tell what it was. Without a logical thought, Blossom undid her seat belt. 

“Miss.” The driver called back though the window. “You need to buckle up, It’s for your safety.”

But Blossom didn’t listen, her swift movements took Inkir by surprise as she was straddled upon his lap, crashing her lips into his.

“Miss.” The man repeated, averting his gaze from the rear view mirror.

Blossom’s kissing was out of the realm of tame. Inkir did what he could to keep up, sliding his hands over her waist until she pushed his touch beneath her skirt and panties. The driver’s third protest was in vain. The duo had already paid up front, so what they did wasn’t exactly his problem. He shut the window, flicking the dark tint on as he cranked up electronic music- the bass shook the entire car.

~

“Come on Inkir!” They had arrived at the Spaceport, Blossom coaxing Inkir from outside the door of the cab. Her patterning was subtle, but it was lit by the moons and well exposed by her disheveled dress. “He’s got other rides to give... And you’ve got another ride to give me!” She added with a cheeky smile, hopping on the spot as she pulled her satin underwear back up her legs.

“I’m coming!” The love struck Tymalian replied as he slid from the car, zipping his pants as he stood. He closed the door with a cocky flick of his wrist, still in half of a post-climax daze. It was difficult to function so quickly after he finished.

The cab sped off before Blossom had a chance to wave her thanks, but she cared little. “Let us go!” She grabbed Inkir’s hand, wiping her thigh with the other. “Is it bad? We don’t have much time before all of this soaks through and goes down my legs!”

Without a word of warning Inkir scooped Blossom into his arms. “Better this way, gravity is on our side.”

Blossom giggled, instinctively reaching for his biceps which naturally flexed as he carried her. “You’re so intelligent and strong!” She generously complimented, kissing his neck. “We will have to ask Adelaide to fix the buttons on your shirt, I love this one on you!” Naturally, it was a pink shirt.

Inkir carried Blossom to the Nebula Cruiser, placing her down only when he was confronted by the dual gazes of Litvak and Daliron smoking their cigars outside of the ship. Before he had the chance to think of something to say, Blossom had retaken his hand, greeting the two with a large smile and light laughter. Her words didn’t entice conversation, and she made hasty work of pulling him past the two as they rushed to her room.

[sinitar-the-reborn]

Interdimensional Affairs

“Controls?” Inkir repeated into the intercom as he sat by the main control panel of the bridge, wiping his sweaty face with a handkerchief. “What’s the status? I have no idea what’s going on here... The Map tells me we are both inside and outside of the cluster... wait, now at five places at once! We are...”

“Uhh...” Deon breathed nervously into his microphone as he tried to take control of the ship. “Hithfaeril says we are basically everywhere at once. I have no idea what that means. Something about quantum superpositions, I don’t know, man, I am just trying to keep the ship from crashing into something.”

“In all my years, I never experienced something like this.” Yggrim whispered, trying to keep a calm face but it was obvious he was as shaken and confused as his co-pilot.

Ashan and Hithfaeril were in the control bay, now alone. The mathematician embraced his arms softly around his beloved Nyctcimmerian, holding her in a gentle hug. “So, is this how we die?”

“Shredded in pieces by a leap. Yes. I think this is it.” The ship started to tremble and if it weren’t for the magnetic soles of their boots, they would have crashed against the ceiling, just like the clutter around them.

“Thea, Thea... my little sweetheart.” Enelden wiped a tear from her cheek, smiling despite the deafening roar of the failing engines. In the red blinking light, his face seemed oddly distorted. “Just look at me!” He held her against the kitchen counter, their fingers intertwined. He wished he could tell her something comforting, but there was nothing but silence between them now as a blinding light engulfed every atom inside the room, the ship, and the surrounding bleakness of the universe.

---

Nested like a broken-winged bird, the ship lay among the bent and partially burned trees. The night was quiet, with the brink of a new day looming on the horizon underneath the two moons.

Sinitar watched the sight from the tower, his face twisted in shock and fear. He turned back to the geometry of lines scribbled upon the floor and the intricate setup of his most ambitious project. What was this all about? He wished to summon his bloodline from beyond the reality. But what he ended calling upon their land is a monster of steel and frightening aura.

Afraid but determined, he grabbed his scepter and rushed down the serpentine stairs which hugged the tower from the outside. For now, he would only observe...

@ramblingsofamoonwatcher

[ramblingsofastarrider]

Neptunian

When it came to Fern's family, she was secretive about the details, rarely mentioning them and saying little when asked. It was a big step when she invited Inkir to meet them. Ireden flew the group to Neptune in her small transport ship as she usually did for those going on shore leaves.

Fern instructed Ireden to land at different coordinates from the main intergalactic Neptunian ports. The hanger was massive, filled with elaborate ships, ranging from Kiliktin finests to Earth relics. They entered an elevator, Fern keying in a number. The machinery was smooth, taking them sideways for a distance before dropping them down deeper into the planet. "My parents are kind of embarrassing..." She warned, before stepping off into a colossal windowed room, sparsely yet elaborately decorated. The carpet was intricate, exotic plants spiraling towards the artificial grow lights.

@sinitar-the-reborn

[sinitar-the-reborn]

Nos Astra

“Deploying ships: 17a, 18a, 19a and... 20a. Estimated time of arrival, 1 month.” Litvak watched the glory of Tymalian ships docked in the sea of glowing spores. Lines of soldiers escorted the chained and restrained Nyctcimmerians into the ships, emotionless eyes following their Pobedan masters. 

“Father?” A voice from nowhere particular called him. “Father, are you on?” 

“Inkir?” Litvak walked away from the others, holding his finger to the earpiece installed on his helmet. His voice was muffled by the additional layer of protective fabric covering his mouth, for his fear of disease from the spores was almost crippling. 

“Are you coming home soon? Mother told me to ask you that.” The young voice of his son inquired. 

“I am not leaving yet, I am sorry.” Litvak pushed a few visible spores away from his helmet. “We are still working on building Pobeda, you know? It may take a month more but I promise you I will be back before your birthday.”

“Alright.”

There was a long moment of silence between them and neither knew what to say to express their sadness to the other. 

“Do you still want that AR device you were telling me about?” Litvak tried his best to make his smile present in the tone of his voice. 

“I suppose.” Inkir answered. “I must go now... I have to go to school. It’s morning here, so...”

“Be safe, we will talk tonight.” Litvak kept fanning the air away from himself, only stopping as he heard the call end without a goodbye. He disconnected his earpiece, trying to relax in the utter quiet of his protective suit. 

A strong hand grabbed him all of a sudden by his shoulder and the Tymalian shouted in surprise, turning around with wide eyes but quickly calming down when he saw Kirilov grinning at him. His voice wasn’t audible until Litvak turned the device back on.

“Did you ever want to live like a king?” There was malice in Kirilov’s eyes, mistaken for excitement by Litvak.

“Am I not already?” The general smiled back, 

“Come on, you know what I mean. Look.” He pointed behind him to a pair of Nyctcimmerian women, marked as female and belonging to Litvak Ig-Pobeda 3b.

“My wife wouldn’t approve of me bringing those home.” He chuckled, his gaze filled with awe at their long silken hair. 

“Your wife doesn’t have to know - sell them before you leave. I think there is enough space in your apartment here for both of them. Unless you’re harboring some Rosian waitresses.”

“Oh, you never forget do you?” Litvak laughed at his joke. “Very well. I accept this gift.”

“Just make sure you don’t break them on your first day.” 

“A seccunic day? I cannot make promises then.”

---

His short-term residence was a penthouse offering a view onto the Tymalian military base. Litvak ensured a thorough process of safety measures which would eliminate all traces of spores and possibly contaminated seccunic air from his suit before even entering the apartment. The same paranoid procedure was now applied to his slaves - the different stages of washing, disinfecting and even disposal of clothes taking up a minimum of an hour.

But it was worth it. Inside the apartment, Litvak was free to wear whatever he wanted and he usually opted for a pair form fitting black sweater and deep blue trousers, his hair folded in its usual thick braid. 

The slaves were standing by the sofa, watching Litvak with seemingly emotionless expressions as he poured himself a generous glass of scotch. 

“You there.” He pointed at one of the two. “Turn on the fireplace.” 

And so she obliged immediately, the illusion of a fire crackling in the corner of the large gray-themed living room. Litvak’s eyes fell onto the second slave, pointing now at the floor before the couch. “Kneel.”

He sat down before her, watching the void in her eyes with a slight unease in his chest. The benefits of a Vikril or Kiliktin slave were emotional - he could usually sense their fear and inferiority. But this was... different. If it weren’t for their origin, he would be pretty sure there were two androids working for him now. 

“Turn on the music.” He clarified with a gesture to the music player and the first Nyctcimmerian obliged, leaving on the first song that came up. 

“Your eyes are so unnerving...” Litvak commented at the kneeling slave, resting his boot on her shoulder as he pulled out the tablet. “Are all slaves incapable of seeming sentient or is it just you two?” 

“Nyctcimmerians rely on subtle facial clues to read emotions. One which Tymalians fail to recognize...” She said, observing his ruthless expression. 

“Oh, so you consider me too stupid to read into your fear? Is that it?” He removed his boot from her, leaning forwards to take a good look at her from head to the thighs. “Your people are in our hands. I wouldn’t call this political constellation a proof of your intellectual superiority.”

“Neither would we your tribal instincts.” She retorted. 

Litvak’s glass shattered in his hand as he witnessed her foolish bravery. “Clean this up.” He said to the Nyctcimmerian still standing by the music player before leaving his armchair. 

His way of replying to the overly courageous statement was a hefty kick to her stomach. Before she could even bend over, he had her up by her hair, dragging her onto the counter of the kitchen. 

“Spore-ridden filth.” He grabbed her by her throat. “I am stuck here on your planet, having to drive you like some cattle. And all I get as a thank you are two foul-mouthed, pathetic, s-...”

“Please, don’t.” She turned her head away, blinking as she anticipated his other raised hand to strike her. 

The Tymalian was surprised at what seemed to be the closest of a visible reaction he could emit from her. Instead of a slap, his hand fell onto her cheek firmly. 

“I have no qualms with killing you on the spot. My shoes are made of Nyctcimmerians and I would certainly welcome another pair.” He uttered through his teeth. “But I can think of other ways I can use you first.”

---

Kirilov was immensely annoyed by the lengthy process of cleansing required before entering Litvak’s apartment. Already agitated by the hour he could never get back, he marched into his apartment with a deep frown.

“General Litvak.” His expression melted into confusion as he saw the Tymalian, half naked, enjoying a cigar by the window. “Don’t tell me...” 

“Do not judge me, they can be good lovers.” He draped the coat over his bare shoulders, offering his colleague a cigar.

“But you have a wife...” 

“So do you. And I know very well what happened on Rosteria the last time we visited.”

Kirilov sighed, accepting the offer and taking a seat by the window. “I am just surprised. That is all.” 

“It was worth it, believe it or not.” Litvak seemed much less tense. “I would almost let them free.”

“Oh, now you simply wish to be fired. Or worse.” Kirilov laughed. 

“It was only a jest.” He crossed his arms, looking into the half-opened room where the two Nyctcimmerians were still lying on the bed.  

[ramblingsofastarrider]

Drabbles

Change for Worse-- Hithon, Hithfaeril

Childhood Memories-- Hithon, Hithfaeril

Never The Same-- Hithon, Hithfaeril

New Year’s Kiss-- Thea, Enelden

Reassurance-- Thea, Deon

Sisters-- Thea, Litvak

Supermarket Encounters-- Adelaide

In Love, together-- Hithfaeril, Ashan

Go Get Her!-- Ireden, Fern

Inefficient Programming-- 03 

College Party-- Adelaide

A Night Out-- Blossom, Inkir

Revoked Notification-- 03, Enelden

Rose Coloured Savior-- Thea, Igrok

Game Plan-- Valeriya, Daliron

Awaken-- Valeriya, Adelaide, 03

Planning for the Future-- Ashan, Hithfaeril, Adelaide

A Step in the Right Direction-- Thea, Enelden

Morning Routine-- Adelaide, Litvak

You Should Have Seen it in it’s Prime-- Adelaide, Litvak

Welcome-- Trynnak , Jezebeth

Bases and Ball-- Hithfaeril, Ashan, Thea, Enelden

A Simple Evening-- Hithfaeril

Oneshot-- Thea X Grelek

Oneshot-- Astoria X Litvak

One Shot-- Fern X Igrok

Comforting-- Eli, Drathus

Turning Point-- Astoria

Trynnak and Company-- Trynnak

Cowardice-- Hithfaeril, Adelaide

Coric-Rosian Relations-- Drathus, Thea

Girl-on-Girl’s Night-- Astoria, Blossom, Thea, Fern

Rainfall-- Fern

Midnight-- Adelaide, Daliron

Overcoming Trauma-- Drathus, Adelaide

Father’s Day-- Hithfaeril, Daliron

First Encounters-- Thea, Enelden

History of Seccunic Slaves--

The Ultimate Betrayal-- Igrok, Astoria

Distracted-- Deon, Thea

Ikea Part 1--  Various Crew members

Birthday Surprise-- Thea, Enelden

Memories Never Fade-- Hithfaeril

Awaiting-- Glastier Sisters

Night Shift-- Astoria, Hithon

Assistance-- Adelaide, Daliron

Turning Point-- Igrok, Eli

Happy Birthday-- Eli, Thea, Hithon, Hithfaeril

Departure-- Hithfaeril, Daliron, Boridhren

Scorched-- Hithfaeril, Ashan

[ramblingsofastarrider]

The Nyctcimmerian felt pride in regards to her exceptional ability to apply the human custom of mistletoe reaction. She kept her arm around Nienor's waist, something she had witnessed Inkir do with Fern.

"Yes, a Merry Christmas to you as well." The tall alien replied, her expression neutral and unmoving, Nyctcimmerians always appeared emotionless, their race had no use for facial communications.

"Igrok has applied mistletoe to many areas of the ship."

(Holiday Smooch) It was a rather dastardly place to tuck a piece of mistletoe, suspended from the high ceiling by a thin piece of string. Hithfaeril noticed it unintentionally with a small hum, wrapped her arm around Nienor, and pulled her in for a soft kiss.

Nienor had not been paying attention to her fellow crew mate, let alone the ceiling. Hithfaeril was notoriously quiet, and the two didn’t speak much, but the princess liked her just the same; she wasn’t unpredictable, and she appreciated that.

Just as the lift for the upper deck was about to arrive, Niniel looked up, and before she knew it, her lips were pressed softly against Hith’s.

“Mm..m!” She moaned in surprise, nearly dropping her tablet. The kiss was over as soon as it began.

“H-Hithfaeril…! I- um…” Nienor then looked up, and sighed. “Oh…I…Merry Christmas to you too…” she blushed awkwardly.

[ramblingsofastarrider]

Out of Commission

Fern used her hip to open up the door of the showers. She was humming a tune, rather indifferent to the possibility of anyone being around. It was 03:30, and no one was insane enough to leave their room to stand in water at such an ungodly hour. It was a little different for Fern, however. She had been gaming until 03:00, and decided that a shower before bed was exactly what she needed to cool down to sleep.

Her midnight trip would have gone uninterrupted if it wasn't for the Men's showers being out of commission. Fern held the door open with her backside, bending forward to vigorously rub the water out of her hair. She wore only a cotton bralette and an exceptionally small pair of pajama shorts that looked like they were supposed to be loose in style, but on her weighted hips and thighs they were tight.

When she stood up she was confronted by the Tymalian's gaze."Heey, Inkir..."

[sinitar-the-reborn]

//Yeah i love all my muses: inkir, inkir, inkir and... -looks at smudged writing on hand- litfuck

[ramblingsofastarrider]

Drabble: New Year’s Kiss

It was New Year’s eve, Earth’s New Year’s eve to be exact. While such a trivial holiday had become less important in the age of endless planets and orbits, to the Humans of the Nebula cruiser the night held cultural significance. 

The common room was decorated by Miss Dalton, balloons and magnetic-switch confetti; a fascinating invention that collected dispersed confetti with the flick of a switch so that it could be re-used. Encouragement from alcohol and flashy streamers made the atmosphere in the room one of celebration and excitement, even the aliens who had no relation to Earth were enjoying the moment as everyone relaxed in the informal company. Times like this made travel through the endless void of space tolerable.

Deon and Igrok were battling against Fern and Inkir in the finals of the beer pong tournament, watched with equal amounts of interest from Grelek and the Tymalian trash cat that eyed the plastic ping-pong ball with excitement and hunger. Blossom faced Hithon in holographic chess, Trynnak and Eli played Rush 10X, a mind numbing racing game that was surprisingly addicting.

Thea downed her glass of rose champagne until she had enough liquid courage to approach Enelden.

“Good evening," the young Medic said, "are you excited for the count down?” His smile was soft, the excitement due to her approach shining bright in his eyes.

“Of course, you know I love the Earth holidays!” Thea said, coughing in an attempt to clear the fear from her voice.

“You’re wearing green tonight? What’s that about? I thought you only owned pink?” The question was pressing on his mind but asked with a carefree laugh, to see her in anything other than pink was truly strange. Although the shirt was covered in glitter- which was still quite Thea, she left a trail of green sparkles everywhere she went. (Litvak would have her head for it.) Cheering briefly caught his attention, he looked over at Fern and Inkir just in time to see the two chest bump in celebration of another sunk shot.

“Do you not like it?”

“No, no, I think it’s beautiful on you, the colour suits you very well.”

“Deon said you loved green.” Thea let out an audible sigh of relief, twisting her fingers around the hem of the crop-top as she relished in his praise.

“Did he really...”  Enelden glanced over to his brother who gave him a thumbs up as he chugged his beer, slamming the cup down with misplaced triumph. 

“I like your pink shirt.”  Thea quickly added, attempting to keep the conversation going despite how her blush made her want to jump out of the air lock.

“Thank you Thea!” His laugh was joyful as he looked down at what he wore, a pale pink button up shirt, patterned with tiny pink flamingos. “It is inspired by your fashion sense. You know, I’ve come to like pink more and more over the years.”

There was a moment of silence, Thea watching the cars on the television race and cash. She brought her empty glass to her lips and sipped on air. “So... Have you decided who you’re going to kiss at midnight?” She tried to sound casual, it wasn’t as though she had been thinking of sharing the midnight kiss with him for two months now.

Enelden was taken off-guard by the question, but he couldn't pull his gaze away from her. “I- ah, I suppose I haven’t picked anyone out yet.”

“Oh yeah, well, me either...”

In the small kitchenette Ashan drunkenly flirt with the slender Nyctcimmerian. His cheeks announced his drunkenness, his smile lazy and full of charm beneath the mask he wore. His hands slid around her waist and pulled her close as he whispered illicit promises to her, words only the two of them would share. While Hithfaeril appeared uninterested, Ashan knew the face of his girlfriend well enough to see the adoration and happiness in her seemingly unmoved, alien expression.

“The countdown is about to start!” Valeriya burst with excitement, her words tripping over the heavy accent that rolled along her tongue. Adelaide changed the channel to the Earth broadcast frequency, to the slight dismay of Trynnak and Eli. The celebration in Greenwich England was huge, the camera changing angles between the host, crowd, and a timer counting down from two minutes.

The crew gathered around to watch, putting aside whatever they were up to. The timer fell from a minute and a half to thirty seconds, and soon it was down to ten, they shouted the numbers as they counted along. Thea glanced at Enelden, their gazes locked, and for the first time in a long while she didn’t run away a blushing and embarrassed mess. For the two young lovers the rest of the room was inconsequential, the noise like some distant rolling waves, nothing existed but the space in between them and even that was quickly deminishing. Enelden's heart raced, and for Thea her own was the only thing she could hear. The first contact came when Enelden captured her hand, stroking the soft pink skin with the pad of his thumb, the next came when Thea's hand pressed gently upon his chest, an attempt to help herself balance as she raised on her toes to reach him, the height difference was so great that Enelden bent forward as well. Much of the crew had their eyes on the love-birds as the count dropped to three- finally it was going to happen. 

At two Thea closed her eyes, her petite curved nose bumped against the crooked bridge of Enelden's.

“Happy New Year!”

Thea and Enelden’s lips, for the first time since they met, came near centimeters from one another, close enough to feel the warmth of each other's breath, until without warning she was pulled away, lifted into Igrok's drunken embrace, kissed by him at the stroke of Earth midnight. 

[sinitar-the-reborn]

SoL

Dinner was finished an hour ago but most of the crew was still in the kitchen. 

The large screen in the common room wasn’t repaired yet since Fern was unable to have the software delivered to such a remote part of the nebula cluster. Therefore, everyone was trying to make the best out of the situation by getting creative.

“Uno!” Deon slammed his fist onto the table, startling the old engineer who was almost asleep.

“Fuck! How do you have one card left? You had, like, five just a round ago.”

“Wake up, grandpa.” Astoria rolled her eyes. “He played all of his +4 cards. Just look at Grelek...”

And truly, the reptilian was struggling with twenty cards in his hand, his nervous eyes looking around the room as if planning an escape if things get sour. “It’s-it’s alright. I’m having fun.”

“You’re doing great, my friend!” Hithon looked over his shoulder, spotting the clumsy array of Grelek’s cards. “You have the talent, you just need practice.”

And as much nonsensical those words seemed to the others, the young reptilian was moved by the encouragement. His thin mouth curled into what could be perceived as a smile.

“Hmmmhmm... hmmm...” Thea hummed as she was sitting on the table next to the Uno players. Next to her were the ladies, including Inkir and excluding Astoria. The Rosian was busy calibrating the translation device -  It always seemed to be off by a few seconds. She was so deeply focused that she failed to see how lovingly Enelden was staring at her from the other side of the room where he was phoning with his mother. 

The whole room was sinking in chatter and laughter. 

Litvak watched his son set up a game of Monopoly as he finished his fourth hot dog in one sitting. The younger Tymalian was wearing Igrok’s holiday shirt paired with baggy pants and an unfortunate choice of socks. 

“Truly, his mother hated fashion.” Litvak sighed.��“But he is comitting genocide on it! Look at those slippers! And the socks have ‘sports’ written on them. That makes no sense, Daliron. He doesn’t do sports.”

The captain chuckled as he sipped on his cup of tea, watching Inkir lean onto Fern with a playful expression. 

“If I worried about every son of mine as much as you do about him, I would be grey by now. Inkir is a bit... eccentric. But he’s capable and charismatic. Just like his father.” He shrugged. “Stop worrying so much.”

“I swear he’s doing this to provoke me.”

“Doing what?” “The dressing up like a clown!”

“Maybe you’re just too fashionable.” Daliron looked at his friend, eyes going from head to toe. Litvak’s clothes were always impeccable, ironed, fresh-smelling. Perhaps that was the reason his expectations were always too high.

“Nonsense. Authority needs a sharp-look, a good uniform, a-...”

A clumsy push of Fern’s elbow caused a cup of coffee to spill over the table. Luckily, her Tymalian lover was there to save the day with his unbuttoned hawaiian shirt which he used to quickly soak up the damage. He grinned like a hero in a stained shirt as he eagerly awaited a kiss from his madam.

Silence stepped in between Daliron and Litvak. The captain’s mustache twitched as he thought of what to say. 

“See? He is willing to sacrifice himself...” Said he as he tried his best to hide the laughter in his voice. “Litvak, where are you going?” 

“Out.” The Tymalian was blushing, ignoring the two hands on his shoulders which tried to pull him into an embrace. “Captain Daliron, I will no longer endure this. Please send Sinitar to coach my son as soon as possible. Thank you and good day!”

[ramblingsofastarrider]

@sinitar-the-reborn

It was nearly sunrise when Blossom returned to the Nebula Cruiser after a night of dancing alone, thanks to Inkir. Her white hair and the intricate patterning of her flesh, as well as her eyes, glowed a bold magenta. She was easy to spot in the dark as she approached the ship. 

[ramblingsofastarrider]

A Night Out

(starter for @sinitar-the-reborn )

The club was massive, a multi-level establishment with layers of seating and a bar no more than ten steps away from any spot. The music was overwhelming, composed of electronically mixed songs from every Intergalactic culture, except of course from the Nyctcimmerians who had no logical use for music.

A small selection of the crew had gone out to enjoy the night, most of them were sitting at the compact table, sharing a plate of nachos as they sipped their drinks. Inkir and Blossom had their drinks on the go, the duo never ceased dancing when they went to clubs. Blossom never tired and the lovestruck Tymalian remained because it was difficult to pull away from the friction of her body or the sad pink look she gave him when he attempted to take a break.

Thea sat beside 03 and Deon, and even in her seat she swayed to the music. Her pink hair was littered with glitter which fell upon her face and accented her freckles. Her makeup was perfectly applied, her lips with their trademark glossy shine and bubblegum taste. She wore a two piece outfit that advertised her fertile Rosian beauty. Her crop top was more like a bra pushing her breasts into an obscenely perky position, her skirt reached only a few inches below her backside and when she danced it twirled weightlessly around her. Of course her look was topped off with a pair of holographic silver heels and a plethora of jewellery.

03 was also provocatively dressed, no doubt wearing something from Thea's wardrobe. The Android was in a tight pink cut-out dress that exposed her cleavage and the perfectly designed muscle lines of her waist. Her hair golden blonde was curled, her makeup was simple yet she was a striking sight. It was clear that 03 preferred Sinitar's style influence was over Thea's. Despite the fact that they all drank their shots more than fifteen minutes ago, 03 continued to hold her full glass rigidly in the air.

Trynnak drunkenly leaned into Deon, watching as the pilot swiped through images of women on a location based hookup app. He gave Deon his input on how well he assumed they performed, a valiant effort to distract him from thoughts of Astoria. The scent of Rosian hormones was strong in the thick air of the club.

"Oi," the Kiliktin said, suddenly pulling his gaze up to the members of the table and Thea's unavoidable breasts. "Where'd Ennie go? Shouldn't he've come back by now, yeah?"

[sinitar-the-reborn]

Mini Drabble: Comparison

Stiffly seated in the empty dining room, Inkir swiped through the gallery on his tablet as he had retrieved a large amount of family pictures, mainly from the time before the Great Collapse. His scarred face was illuminated by a glow which would shift in color and intensity, depending on whatever picture was now displayed on the screen. 

It was bedtime for most of the crew but the Tymalian was restless and unable to part from his precious find. His pale blue fingers hugged the edges of his device as he stared at the image of him and his father, Litvak. 

Many humans would be unable to make any sort of connection between the father and son, mainly due to their looks. The smooth skin and attractive features of his father were a stark contrast to the rugged and scarred face of the offspring and Inkir always wondered whether the vial he was grown in suffered some sort of damage during his fetal period.

He never managed to grow a single hair on his ridged head and his body had forgotten the old days of strict, military training. He felt his pudgy stomach strain against the belt of his uniform so he shamefully sucked it in despite being alone in the dark kitchen. 

The idle screen dimmed itself and his hairless brows frowned at the faint reflection he detested so much. 

“Fuck it, whatever.” He muttered under his breath as he aggressively closed the gallery with a swipe of his finger. The Tymalian sighed, once again promising himself to start with the diet tomorrow. He would train harder, buy a better fitting uniform,...

Ping! His screen lit up with a message from Blossom and his heart jumped at the small round picture to the side of it. 

“Are you awake? I know I haven’t seen you for, like, six hours but I miss you! Wanna cuddle?”

The Tymalian didn’t even take time to reply or put away his tablet as he stood up and hastily made his way to the elevator. If there was any self-doubt or negative thought remaining, it was definitely silenced by the excitement and joy of seeing his darling curled up by the window. 

There wasn’t any training or fashion sense needed to hold her in his arms and happily fall asleep. 

[sinitar-the-reborn]

What does daliron, Litvak, Ashan, do to occupy themselves when bored? (Tho answer with as many as you want for this one! I'd love to know what everyone does!)

Daliron - Answers questions from aspiring spacefarers and polishes his shoes. Most of the time, he is with Litvak playing cards or talking.

Litvak - Recently began meditating, goes to the gym, smokes and plays cards with Daliron, calls greasy sex hotlines

Ashan - Keeps in touch with his daughters, spends as much time as possible with Hithfaeril, posts math video tutorials and helps with problem solving in forums

EXTRAS:

Grelek - Learns the International Language, writes his diary, learns about the crew members, sleeps

Inkir - Buys pointless stuff online, argues with crew mates about silly things, makes and eats sandwiches, reads Tymalian Alpha Male magazines, watches documentaries

Igrok - naps with Inkspot, goes on “dates”, watches movies with Deon, arm wrestling with Tryn, studies

[sinitar-the-reborn]

Drabble: Enelden’s Woes

The usual low hum of the ship was overpowered by the fast beats of electronic music, laughter and clanking of glasses. It was a typical evening where the ship was cruising without need of guidance or constant supervision and most of the crew was now in the common room, celebrating the recent victories the federation had earned in war. 

Sitting by the music player, Inkir and Blossom made sure to pick whatever music they found to be the best. Igrok and Thea were sprawled out on the couch with Deon inbetween them, extending his long legs onto the armchair where Sinitar was playing on his phone. Grelek and Hithon were sitting against the wall, searching the extranet for tips on feeding the Vikril babies and helping them get rid of the discomfort from their first set of teeth growing. Hithfaeril was playing chess with Ashan - they found an antique set a few months ago which they always wanted to try out and now was the perfect chance. 

Laughter drew the cheerful medic to the common room. He entered with the tablet under his arm and was immediately greeted with enthusiasm. 

“Enelden!” Thea giggled uncontrollably, her demeanor immediately much more energetic and bubbly. “What are you doing here?!”

“Oh, I had to treat Litvak. He has an infection and-...”

“Alright!” Thea clapped her hands together, still laughing. “You want a drink?”

“Sure! But nothing too strong.” With a wide smile, he squeezed himself into the armchair where Sinitar still struggled to remain focused on his device. The brother’s frown deepened as Enelden leaned his head onto his shoulder.

“What are you browsing there, little brother?” Sinitar curiously looked at the screen. “Is that a dating site??”

“No!” Enelden laughed. “It’s a network for medics and doctors. Both me and 03 have to respond if there is an emergency nearby. It’s mandatory during the war. Wouldn’t have known if she didn’t tell me.”

“ So, Enelden.” Igrok pulled Deon and Thea closer to him, acting as if he were some pimp. “You were on Saturn last week? Anything interesting?”

“Yes. I had to amputate someone for the first time.” His smile faded. “And I saved their life! It was a Vikrilian officer. He’s got a badass prostetic now-...”

“I meant sex-wise. Come on, any ladies who wanted to get examined by prince charming?”

“Oh, no, no.” Enelden frowned, shaking his head. “That would be against my ethic. I am not some kind of-...”

“I see.” Igrok interrupted him again. “Well, what about on the ship? You banging anyone? Adelaide? Come on, you’re always so secretive!”

“As a matter of fact, I’m not.” Enelden stroked the broken bridge of his nose, regretting coming to the common room. “And with war, I’m too busy to be looking around for someone.”

“You can always sex me!” Thea bursted out laughing, though she was secretly panicking at being so straightforward.

“Ah, well... I, ah.” The medic cleared his throat and turned his attention back to the screen. “The war is taking many victims. I must go to 03...”

“How often do you masturbate?” Igrok tilted his head. “You seem a bit... odd. Nervousness, constant fidgeting, lack of sexual partner... my diagnosis is frustration and horniness.”

“Alright, that’s it.” Enelden took the drink from Blossom and stood up. “I’m back to work.” His blush deepened as he made eye contact with Thea. “You guys have fun.”

And with that, he hasted out of the room.