Enter Bl8dclaw and the Marauder
>Captain Mairyn “Bl8dclaw” Excari was in a rare mood as he headed to the helm chamber. He was worried. It’d been 10 sweeps since the Marauder’s helm was upgraded. 10 sweeps since his dear matesprit was able to walk more freely. In all that time, nothing had gone wrong with the helm. But the Marauder had just made its longest possible warp jump. If something were to go wrong, it would be now.
>Sure enough, something had gone wrong. Merone was hanging limply in the helm rig, yellow blood coming out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Mairyn pushed the helm technician out of the way and started disconnecting the biotech wires from his beloved’s prosthetic limbs. Once Merone was free, the large seadweller took off his long black jacket and put it around the lowblood in his arms, wiping the blood from his face.
>On the way to their quarters, the crew and Mairyn’s unit alike parted around them. Mairyn laid Merone down on their bed and pealed off the helm interface suit, replacing it with a pair of violet sweatpants. The helmsman’s lightning and antler shaped horns sparked weakly with electricity. The captain let out a sigh of relief at this sign that his mate was still alive. He held Merone close and pet his short hair, whispering reassurances into his ear.
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