Your coworker frantically grabs the radio, pushing buttons and twisting dials and flipping switches.
"Why won't the next recording come in? I need to know more," she mutters, worried. The radio nearly falls off the table. You catch it inches before it hits the ground. Phew. If it had broken you'd never know the end of their tale. It crackles and buzzes to life again, and your coworker sighs with relief, her back slumping against the chair.
"If you're hearing this, contact with the specimen has been made! January 31, 2024. The sketches we found are oddly accurate. As of right now, the creature is sleeping. We've turned off our lights and tried to lower our overall volume as much as possible so we don't disturb it, although the papers hint at the creature not being able to hear anything softer than an underwater volcanic eruption-"
"But better to be safe than sorry!" Emiko chimes in, the two saying the sentence in unison.
"Anyways," Tara continues, "the beast is a lot bigger than it seemed on the radar and in the drawings. I hope it's the gentle giant type."
"That may not be the case," Emiko says. "You know, based on the mangled, rotting corpses I saw through the windows of the dead vessel the other day. They totally didn't look like the creature wanted to be friends with them."
You shudder, and your coworker has an equally grim look on her face. Tara unknowingly agrees as she emits a sound of horror and disgust. "Please don't make me remember that." The fear in her voice makes you uncomfortable. Just how bad were their wounds?
"After this, we plan on sending a drone out to collect cell samples. Hopefully this beast stays lucid and peaceful. This is Emiko Naga and Tara Grey, signing off."
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The Tale of Tara and Emiko
FantasyClassmates, scientists, seers, princesses, bounty hunters, dragon tamers, galactic soldiers, friends, enemies: Tara and Emiko have been them all. But the crippling cycle of befriend, believe, betray doesn't like to lay low, and it's caught the atten...
