An Adult Sci-Fi Project (18+ only)
As the crew leave their history behind them, they quickly learn that even the slightest drop in their guard will have severe, lasting consequences for themselves, and everyone around them.
Meet the cast
Plasia
"Please don't give up on me..."
A girl of two halves, Plasia's good side is a shy, curious, creative and sweet creature, usually filled with anxiety and just trying to get by without troubling anyone, but in the presence of Leech, her tormented alter-ego comes out, eager to take part of the Rewritten's awful vices. The question is, can she ever be trusted when her other half is so dangerous?
Ink
"Nature is cruel, Captain. Let's rebalance the scales."
From victim to perpetrator, Ink is what happens when someone who is ill-equipped to be given power, is suddenly thrust into a position of near absolute authority. Towering, monstrous and deeply selfish, she only listens to Leech, whom she loves as much as a monster like Ink can. Tread lightly around this behemoth, for she likes to throw her new weight around at the slightest notice.
Oxyi
"W-we gotta go. Now!"
From her humble beginnings as a Nomad security expert, Oxyi's life was slowly twisted and pulled apart as the corruption consumed her home. Now thrust into the spotlight with her makeshift crew, she finds herself hopping from fight to fight, barely keeping herself live as the corrupted hordes advance around her. Thankfully, this Lioness is as tough as they come, even if she does shake a little under her armour.
Scyler
"I have data to collect, the future of the DA may depend on it."
A ruthless agent of the DA's XITD (Xeno threat investigation and dismissal), Scyler is a cold hearted and sly creature who'll happily throw his squad into the grinder to secure the mission objective or save his own life. Many have underestimated him but most live to regret it as the lizard proves time and time again that revenge is a dish best served cold-blooded.
Arc 2
Epilogue
Slowly, consciousness returned to him. He twitched his fingers. Feeling gradually prickled its way up his limbs, tingly and painful.
His eyes came into focus, but all around him he could see was black; complete darkness. He wasn’t alone, though. There was something there, he was sure of it.
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He tried to move, but felt his arms tied behind his back. He was kneeling on the floor. Cold metal was secured fastened around his ankles, wrists, thighs and tail. A collar was tight around his neck.
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Suddenly, there was a light.
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A figure appeared in front of him, held in exactly the same fashion as himself. Chained to the floor, kneeling and collared, bathed in a cone of brilliant white light shining down from above against the darkness. He couldn't make out the figure's species, but he was reptilian at the very least, and stripped naked.
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A zero appeared above his head, along with a single green light.
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For a while, there was nothing, just this lone figure in their spotlight.
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Then, a loud clack rang out and a second figure appeared, a few metres away from the first. Held in exactly the same fashion and illuminated the same, with the same zero and green light, this one was a female tiger, also naked and vulnerable.
A soft chime played.
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The zero above the first figure had changed.
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One hundred and fifty.
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The chime played again, but this time, it was for the number above the second figure.
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Sixty.
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The chime sounded again, the number above the first figure increased.
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Two twenty-five.
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One final chime played, the first’s number increased again.
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Two fifty.
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Then, nothing. An agonising silence.
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Another minute drifted by and a second amber light flicked on above both figures' heads.
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More nothing.
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A loud, harsh buzz filled the room and a red light appeared above both of them.
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The first figure's number flashed to green. The second figure's number flashed red.
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Another loud buzz filled the room and the lights dropped, leaving only the floating numbers and the traffic-light-like arrangement visible against the darkness.
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Then, those details faded too.
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A few more cold minutes dragged by.
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Suddenly, the light bathed him.
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He heard several clicks and clacks. He tried to glance up, but the spotlight was blinding. He looked down at his arms, and noted that his black scales had stopped bleeding, at least.
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Diego took a deep, slow breath and waited. That was all there was to do.
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A chime sounded.
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There was a brief pause, but then, after a few seconds, another chime played.
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Followed by another, faster this time.
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And another, faster again.
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And another.
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And another.
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And another.
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And another.
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And another…
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