For me, Abigail

> Of course! Be still for me dearie, and please tell me where you want to go, I'll do the rest with the astromap, okay?

I want to go... back to where- the Prowler was? Before it went to- shit how do I say this...

I want to go back to the normal stationed area for the Nebula Prowler. Is... is that good enough for you? D-don't call me dearie, b-bitch.

> Of course little doll! Here's the charted path. Should be easy to follow. Alternatively I can put it on a HUD for your convenience

[a GPS-style map replaces the previous, more technical mapa]

I AM NOT A DOLL!! URGH! This is why I hate you overgrown, kudzu-adjacent, rafflesia smelling WEEDS!!

{Abby kicks her feet in the air, holding her head in her hands while her tail wags like crazy. The map is... very helpful, it seems to get her on track. She doesn't say thank you, of course.}

> dolly I can see your Compiler history

[what an armor Piercing sentence]

A-ahem...! N-no... no you can't!

{If she can see the sheer amount of xenodrugs and accessories she got for that doll Resi gave her...}

> Oh I can! It's so cute, and very good for you to embrace that side of yourself, even if in private, I'm so proud of you! Good doll!

It's... not. Hhuu.. im ..,, nnot a doll... wwwwwwhineeee... ur - you're so mean.., hate you.,,

> you can try to deny it but we both know you love being still. I don't mean this in a teasing way, I mean it in a proud, cheerful way! The fact that you embrace this side of you, which may not be socialy accepted to the defunct terran society, is something many never manage to do! And yet you did! I'm so proud of you for this dolly! You're such a good doll!

{It was unfortunately true... Abby adored being still, there was a reason she had been trying to chase the feeling again as much as possible.}

It's- hhhhuuu...

{She gives up completely, curling up into a ball on her chair and letting out pitiful whines while her tail wags behind her.}

> oh by the everbloom you're adorable

ssshum..,, shut shutn up!!

I'm such a good pilot... I even memorised where... where I'm supposed to go.

{It quickly sinks in for Ms. Lumina that she has absolutely no experience in doing this, and looking at the map makes her head spin. Her tail remains entirely static, and her face quickly contorts into despair.}

I- I can... oh gosh, but- if I don't.. FUCK!

{She reaches over to the comms console, sweating and hyperventilating slightly.}

@sappy-red-algae ? Can... can you- can you hear this? I don't need help from a weed- but... uh- uhm- well uh-

I can't... read any maps.

Help me... now.

> Of course! Be still for me dearie, and please tell me where you want to go, I'll do the rest with the astromap, okay?

I want to go... back to where- the Prowler was? Before it went to- shit how do I say this...

I want to go back to the normal stationed area for the Nebula Prowler. Is... is that good enough for you? D-don't call me dearie, b-bitch.

> Of course little doll! Here's the charted path. Should be easy to follow. Alternatively I can put it on a HUD for your convenience

[a GPS-style map replaces the previous, more technical mapa]

I AM NOT A DOLL!! URGH! This is why I hate you overgrown, kudzu-adjacent, rafflesia smelling WEEDS!!

{Abby kicks her feet in the air, holding her head in her hands while her tail wags like crazy. The map is... very helpful, it seems to get her on track. She doesn't say thank you, of course.}

> dolly I can see your Compiler history

[what an armor Piercing sentence]

A-ahem...! N-no... no you can't!

{If she can see the sheer amount of xenodrugs and accessories she got for that doll Resi gave her...}

> Oh I can! It's so cute, and very good for you to embrace that side of yourself, even if in private, I'm so proud of you! Good doll!

It's... not. Hhuu.. im ..,, nnot a doll... wwwwwwhineeee... ur - you're so mean.., hate you.,,

> you can try to deny it but we both know you love being still. I don't mean this in a teasing way, I mean it in a proud, cheerful way! The fact that you embrace this side of you, which may not be socialy accepted to the defunct terran society, is something many never manage to do! And yet you did! I'm so proud of you for this dolly! You're such a good doll!

{It was unfortunately true... Abby adored being still, there was a reason she had been trying to chase the feeling again as much as possible.}

It's- hhhhuuu...

{She gives up completely, curling up into a ball on her chair and letting out pitiful whines while her tail wags behind her.}

I'm such a good pilot... I even memorised where... where I'm supposed to go.

{It quickly sinks in for Ms. Lumina that she has absolutely no experience in doing this, and looking at the map makes her head spin. Her tail remains entirely static, and her face quickly contorts into despair.}

I- I can... oh gosh, but- if I don't.. FUCK!

{She reaches over to the comms console, sweating and hyperventilating slightly.}

@sappy-red-algae ? Can... can you- can you hear this? I don't need help from a weed- but... uh- uhm- well uh-

I can't... read any maps.

Help me... now.

> Of course! Be still for me dearie, and please tell me where you want to go, I'll do the rest with the astromap, okay?

I want to go... back to where- the Prowler was? Before it went to- shit how do I say this...

I want to go back to the normal stationed area for the Nebula Prowler. Is... is that good enough for you? D-don't call me dearie, b-bitch.

> Of course little doll! Here's the charted path. Should be easy to follow. Alternatively I can put it on a HUD for your convenience

[a GPS-style map replaces the previous, more technical mapa]

I AM NOT A DOLL!! URGH! This is why I hate you overgrown, kudzu-adjacent, rafflesia smelling WEEDS!!

{Abby kicks her feet in the air, holding her head in her hands while her tail wags like crazy. The map is... very helpful, it seems to get her on track. She doesn't say thank you, of course.}

> dolly I can see your Compiler history

[what an armor Piercing sentence]

A-ahem...! N-no... no you can't!

{If she can see the sheer amount of xenodrugs and accessories she got for that doll Resi gave her...}

> Oh I can! It's so cute, and very good for you to embrace that side of yourself, even if in private, I'm so proud of you! Good doll!

It's... not. Hhuu.. im ..,, nnot a doll... wwwwwwhineeee... ur - you're so mean.., hate you.,,

I'm such a good pilot... I even memorised where... where I'm supposed to go.

{It quickly sinks in for Ms. Lumina that she has absolutely no experience in doing this, and looking at the map makes her head spin. Her tail remains entirely static, and her face quickly contorts into despair.}

I- I can... oh gosh, but- if I don't.. FUCK!

{She reaches over to the comms console, sweating and hyperventilating slightly.}

@sappy-red-algae ? Can... can you- can you hear this? I don't need help from a weed- but... uh- uhm- well uh-

I can't... read any maps.

Help me... now.

> Of course! Be still for me dearie, and please tell me where you want to go, I'll do the rest with the astromap, okay?

I want to go... back to where- the Prowler was? Before it went to- shit how do I say this...

I want to go back to the normal stationed area for the Nebula Prowler. Is... is that good enough for you? D-don't call me dearie, b-bitch.

> Of course little doll! Here's the charted path. Should be easy to follow. Alternatively I can put it on a HUD for your convenience

[a GPS-style map replaces the previous, more technical mapa]

I AM NOT A DOLL!! URGH! This is why I hate you overgrown, kudzu-adjacent, rafflesia smelling WEEDS!!

{Abby kicks her feet in the air, holding her head in her hands while her tail wags like crazy. The map is... very helpful, it seems to get her on track. She doesn't say thank you, of course.}

> dolly I can see your Compiler history

[what an armor Piercing sentence]

A-ahem...! N-no... no you can't!

{If she can see the sheer amount of xenodrugs and accessories she got for that doll Resi gave her...}

I'm such a good pilot... I even memorised where... where I'm supposed to go.

{It quickly sinks in for Ms. Lumina that she has absolutely no experience in doing this, and looking at the map makes her head spin. Her tail remains entirely static, and her face quickly contorts into despair.}

I- I can... oh gosh, but- if I don't.. FUCK!

{She reaches over to the comms console, sweating and hyperventilating slightly.}

@sappy-red-algae ? Can... can you- can you hear this? I don't need help from a weed- but... uh- uhm- well uh-

I can't... read any maps.

Help me... now.

> Of course! Be still for me dearie, and please tell me where you want to go, I'll do the rest with the astromap, okay?

I want to go... back to where- the Prowler was? Before it went to- shit how do I say this...

I want to go back to the normal stationed area for the Nebula Prowler. Is... is that good enough for you? D-don't call me dearie, b-bitch.

> Of course little doll! Here's the charted path. Should be easy to follow. Alternatively I can put it on a HUD for your convenience

[a GPS-style map replaces the previous, more technical mapa]

I AM NOT A DOLL!! URGH! This is why I hate you overgrown, kudzu-adjacent, rafflesia smelling WEEDS!!

{Abby kicks her feet in the air, holding her head in her hands while her tail wags like crazy. The map is... very helpful, it seems to get her on track. She doesn't say thank you, of course.}

I'm such a good pilot... I even memorised where... where I'm supposed to go.

{It quickly sinks in for Ms. Lumina that she has absolutely no experience in doing this, and looking at the map makes her head spin. Her tail remains entirely static, and her face quickly contorts into despair.}

I- I can... oh gosh, but- if I don't.. FUCK!

{She reaches over to the comms console, sweating and hyperventilating slightly.}

@sappy-red-algae ? Can... can you- can you hear this? I don't need help from a weed- but... uh- uhm- well uh-

I can't... read any maps.

Help me... now.

> Of course! Be still for me dearie, and please tell me where you want to go, I'll do the rest with the astromap, okay?

I want to go... back to where- the Prowler was? Before it went to- shit how do I say this...

I want to go back to the normal stationed area for the Nebula Prowler. Is... is that good enough for you? D-don't call me dearie, b-bitch.

I'm such a good pilot... I even memorised where... where I'm supposed to go.

{It quickly sinks in for Ms. Lumina that she has absolutely no experience in doing this, and looking at the map makes her head spin. Her tail remains entirely static, and her face quickly contorts into despair.}

I- I can... oh gosh, but- if I don't.. FUCK!

{She reaches over to the comms console, sweating and hyperventilating slightly.}

@sappy-red-algae ? Can... can you- can you hear this? I don't need help from a weed- but... uh- uhm- well uh-

I can't... read any maps.

Help me... now.

#hdg rp #feral posting

snaggletoothsavior

[Through space and time, the vision of stars warp and shift until something tears through, and the Nebula Prowler finds itself by the side of the Zealand.]

[I check to make sure the ship took the warp well, in which it did. I make sure @resi-remains-unmoniterred is okay. For the first time, I look at the ship with the Affini I’ve been dealing with for months now.]

Hooooly shit…no way we thought we could beat that…

[I scoff, and in silence, am allured to the designs in the exterior of the ship. Just the sheer scale of it…but then I catch myself, and direct the ship to the Zealand’s hangar bay. Resi is beside me. @somepuppygrrl is behind me now, a bit too eager to take the reins, but I don’t mind.]

Alright, Resi…I’m worried, you’re worried, but…we can do this. Aphid needs us.

[I find the Zealand’s massive hangar bay, and float in space beside it. I pull out my datapad.]

>>SNAGTOOTHSAV: @cuscutatenko?

>>SNAGTOOTHSAV: Remember what I said about coming to visit Aphid?

>>SNAGTOOTHSAV: We’re by your ship. By what I think is the loading dock or whatever. How do I get in?

cuscutatenko

>>Linguae-Intortor: Oh just come in, the tractors are going to land you safely ::)

[Pets @adriftfighterpilot, smiling]

Darling, your friends are here!

snaggletoothsavior

>>SNAGTOOTHSAV: Got it. Alright…

>>SNAGTOOTHSAV: Oh wow this is easier than I thought.

[I float into the entrance, where I meet the tractors that connect to the ship’s bottom, and start to drag it into the hangar bay. After a moment, I find myself in a massive space with warm light. Other ships, mainly Affini vessels, surround me. The Prowler is likely the smallest non-fighter in the place. I feel small.]

[After a Moment, the ship is placed and whatever robots and tractors were at work now disconnect, and me and @resi-remains-unmoniterred remain in silence. I get out from my cockpit seat.]

Ahem…alright. Exit hatch is back in the ship, so…follow me.

[I brush myself off and stand up, walking and motioning for Resi to follow. I look to @somepuppygrrl.]

Abigail. Contact @sappy-red-algae if you need any help getting out of here and back to our past coordinates. I’m sure it will be happy to oblige. Treat the place well, alright? I’ll be back, or rather you’ll be back to pick me up.

Uh-huh... I'm good. Thank you. I don't need a weed giving me help.

{The Prowler flies off... she's a really shit pilot, but at least she didn't hit anything.}

#this is just like george orwells uh #hdg rp

As the new captain of the Nebula Prowler, I have things to do. Responsibilities to fulfill. For example, I seek to set uh- uhh... precedents on how this place is gonna be run from now on.

{From the viewscreen, it's clear to anyone with eyes that she is lounging around in her PJs and slippers.}

First order of business: I need a personal assistant. Any volunteers?

I just finished my anime... I actually just finished.. all my tapes. All of them.

{The princess looks upon her throne of home videos and trashy anime, she should feel content, should she not? She is still free, and she is still a true Terran.}

{Where others fell, she persisted. Her loyalty wavered, sure... but she never once considered joining the Conpact!}

{So then... why is she thinking in the past tense? Her face turns into a pale horror. There is nothing more to distract herself with, and there are no more people to push away and ignore.}

{She has yet to be rewarded for her loyalty, and her head begins to spin and revolve around. A tightening chest, golden stars in the edges of her vision... it was difficult to breathe.}

F-fuck... I'm- I am not... I'm not. I'll find something else. I'm never finished.

[The Salt robot knocked on the door]

Hey Abby?

What now .. what do you want. Can't you- can't you see I'm busy?

This unit sees You're hurt, and wants to provide aid.

Me? Hurt!? Haha... I'm never hurt. Ever. Besides, I'm the captain now!

You can't push this unit away. Please, do not lie about your pain. Congratulations on your captainship

Urgh. Fine.

{The door to Abby's room opens, holy moly is it a mess. Even more so than before, if that was even possible. Atleast it seems like she is showering regularly now.}

I just finished my anime... I actually just finished.. all my tapes. All of them.

{The princess looks upon her throne of home videos and trashy anime, she should feel content, should she not? She is still free, and she is still a true Terran.}

{Where others fell, she persisted. Her loyalty wavered, sure... but she never once considered joining the Conpact!}

{So then... why is she thinking in the past tense? Her face turns into a pale horror. There is nothing more to distract herself with, and there are no more people to push away and ignore.}

{She has yet to be rewarded for her loyalty, and her head begins to spin and revolve around. A tightening chest, golden stars in the edges of her vision... it was difficult to breathe.}

F-fuck... I'm- I am not... I'm not. I'll find something else. I'm never finished.

[The Salt robot knocked on the door]

Hey Abby?

What now .. what do you want. Can't you- can't you see I'm busy?

This unit sees You're hurt, and wants to provide aid.

Me? Hurt!? Haha... I'm never hurt. Ever. Besides, I'm the captain now!

As the new captain of The Prowler, I have some business I need to attend to. Like uh, uhhh...m. Get me some ice cream. Now.

I just finished my anime... I actually just finished.. all my tapes. All of them.

{The princess looks upon her throne of home videos and trashy anime, she should feel content, should she not? She is still free, and she is still a true Terran.}

{Where others fell, she persisted. Her loyalty wavered, sure... but she never once considered joining the Conpact!}

{So then... why is she thinking in the past tense? Her face turns into a pale horror. There is nothing more to distract herself with, and there are no more people to push away and ignore.}

{She has yet to be rewarded for her loyalty, and her head begins to spin and revolve around. A tightening chest, golden stars in the edges of her vision... it was difficult to breathe.}

F-fuck... I'm- I am not... I'm not. I'll find something else. I'm never finished.

[The Salt robot knocked on the door]

Hey Abby?

What now .. what do you want. Can't you- can't you see I'm busy?

Ouppy!!!! Adorable little puppy!!!! petsyoupetsyoupetsyoupetsyou

ssdt..stop.. it.,, ...mwwwhineeeeee..