(a story of pictures + excerpts)
That which was meant to be a simple transport of persons and cargo from one base to another became a fight for one's life.
A swift evasion from sudden invaders led to a crumb of a crash landing by the discord of spa...
A certain captain has found herself inside one of her worst recurring nightmares since landing on Triri R6Z8. It was a joke across numerous bases forever about how the transport vehicles like the Conscience looked, specifically the things it looked like. With Kolvyr as a sort of guardian or landlord - him being colossal, curious, and creative, despite also being caring - it's basically a fact that he could toy with the Conscience and those that came with it like, well, a toy, and Candela can't handle it. Learning that he takes hours out of the day and even some nights away from home doing who-knows-what with his mate because they're rarely home at the same time, too, only makes the petite with purplish hair all the more frantic.
Running the hypothetical past Despina, her equational theorizing added support that Kolvyr could potentially do for fun or 'science' what none of them desired him to do if they ever wanted to go home again. Kiyoko, catching word of Candela's thoughts and glances at some related doodles or murals on paper, both linked to this horror and not, pressed that Team Conscience's leader by circumstance needed help or, at least, closure. Here, she finds herself trapped in her head and her overseer's grasp, impatiently awaiting the worst.
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"Oh, for you to ponder like this - this of me - the thought is so sweet, a treat like candy."
