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Wren felt strange, floating in the dark as he slowly uncurled his body, tossing off the bindings and net before testing his arms and legs to make sure they weren't broken. He straightened his body, watching the ship become smaller the farther he floated away, his heart wanting to break inside his chest. He whimpered softly, watching the frosted tears drip from his eyes into the void as a strange feeling came over him. His skin crawled as he turned, finding nothing but a vast black space he floated through. He glanced back to watch the Iron Maiden shrink until it disappeared entirely, leaving Wren all alone in the darkness.
Though built to last the strongest pressures underwater, the Iscerian wasn't perfect, feeling the cold start to linger longer and longer on his skin. His toes and fingers went numb, his tail long since devoid of feeling with the robots having crushed it. Wren's consciousness floated much like he did, drifting in and out before his brain slowly gave into falling asleep in the void. Some part of him kept him fighting, kept telling him to move and try to survive, to live so he could get back onto that damned nightmare of a ship and rip it apart to free everyone trapped on the damned vessel, but most of all... to save Akifa. His poor pilot, boyfriend, mate, whatever the term... He looked so sad, seeing the footage of him turning to shoot Wren, and being told that Wren was essentially as good as dead. He didn't want to die, he wanted to go back, keep the routines, check in and talk to Doc, and see Camulus and Kimi once more. Hell, he didn't even really get to wear any fun new outfits or pick up his accessories from Gidget- wait, that was it!
Wren quickly checked his thigh and bicep as the collars lay inactive, barely pulsing a heartbeat as he clicked on them, activating a tracker and a beacon for help, knowing he was out of range for the Maiden. He twisted his head, making sure the beacons were working as his ears caught the faint pulsing echoing in the darkness around him. Maybe... just maybe, I'll live to see through this. Then I'm ripping that terrible woman's head off, count on it... Those were his last thoughts before finally succumbing to his poor brain, falling into a fatal sleep
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Origins of an Icer
Ciencia FicciónEnter into a lost creature's life after being taken out of cold storage after nearly half a century, floating lost in space. See through the eyes of the pilots of the Iron Maiden, and the mystery behind its unknown captain.
