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The door slid aside with a touch; it was mere millimeters thick and rigid as horn.  The smallest of pressurized hisses accompanied it.  Hall light flooded in, making wince; this light was bright and faintly tinted pink.  She hooked her fingers over the step and hopped out of her room, standing in the hallway to pull the hard-plastic helmet over her head, crest flicking until each shaft had found its way comfortably into its sleeve.  The door pressurized-hissed shut behind her, whispering; there was no other noise.  The ship was so solid, so massive, and so silent.  It was the world she had always known.

Upon the far wall an announcement  panel blinked to itself, many colored light bulbs lighting up in turns.  14's head tipped, reading its pattern.


14 turned on her heels and loped, long arms and legs alternating like an elegant ape.  There were no shoes on her feet; the thin, stretchy fabric that covered the rest of her body was their only barrier from the hard, ungiving metal of the floor. She kept her claws hacked brutally short and they did not click against the ground as she went, only the muffled slap of her soft-padded feet.

She slowed to a bipedal walk, all sounds of her passage melting into respectful silence, as a pair of helmeted Kokoparvests crossed the transverse corridor in front of her.  They were taller; longer arms, fuller crests, glittering visors upon their helmets.  One looked to her, read her status in a glance, and looked forward again, wasting no acknowledgment.  Even fully encased in their uniforms, faceless in their helmets and rushed with their secretive task, they were elegant and aristocratic as cranes.

When the murmur of their talk was inaudible 14 moved more swiftly, her crooked arms held before her like a pensive mantis.  She reached the storage chamber in minutes, trotting lightly on her toes.  Her head turned to pick up the sound of voices down the hallway; all along it panels spelled out that same, ambiguous note of caution.



But surely, 14 thought to herself as she pressed the pad that opened the supply room door, nothing could invade this impregnable haven.  The ship was encased in a secondary safety wall, and inside of it were the walls of the craft itself.  At their thinnest points, they were three meters thick.  These hull ships were gargantuan, and heavily defensive.  That only made sense.  

It was a big, dark vacuum outside.
First bit of a short piece that I've been putting off forever. I got home yesterday, sat down, and got to work like a little art robit. Normally, I have no desire to put pencil to paper (or finger to keyboard, as it were). Other days, I'll have a little flare of inspiration. But I don't remember having this calm, collected will to create. It's not passionate or reluctant, and I hope it sticks around a while.

Also let me say right here that writing for aliens is hard. If I were to say that they used computers, that would be waaay too close to home. But if I gave them holo-projectors, that's painfully cliche and obvious. I don't want my Kokoparvests sitting in chairs like humans, but straddling levitating saddle-shaped thingies is ludicrous. I just can't win.

That, and I am very much not clever enough to really portray outer space right, let alone write to fit it. Consider this my apology, then, and expect much cock-and-bull to come. :heart:

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hardcore-introvert Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
:clap: beautiful writing! I loved the atmosphere it has...
Star-Seal Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2011
Thank you very much! I just regret I haven't mixed words with pictures since my audition.
RobinRone Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2011  Professional Artist
Finally got some time to read this. Yay for being bedridden. :P

I like how much of a personality you manage to convey for an alien creature in such a short period of time. AND you give an idea of the world we're in and what is "normal" for it.
TheBuggiest Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I'm so reading this. ^^ And it is fun.
phantomeus Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2011
So, I said most of my mind on this matter the other day (that other day being yesterday), but I feel that you made some changes (or maybe you didn't and I'm just reading it in a different light) that give the mysterious no.14 a personality while achieving the sort of distance you talked about yesterday. I also like that you started out with the 24614 at first, but then shortened it to 14 which is easier to read and to remember; but we know from the beginning that it's for the longer 24614.
s-iRON Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2011  Professional Digital Artist

scree screeeee i cant wait for your next bits.

THAT'S ALL I'LL SAY HERE THOUGH cause anything beyond that would be kinda redundant, wouldn't it? ahURRR.
Star-Seal Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2011
Thought you'd like that :heart:
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