Alien InvasionYou and Nora, skilled space engineers, slip into your form-fitting blue spacesuits. The suits hug your curves, offering protection and ease of movement. With a final check of your equipment, you step into the teleportation chamber, bound for the USES-17, a spaceship that hasn't responded in weeks.
As you both materialize on the bridge of the USES-17. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and the hum of malfunctioning equipment. Nora strides to the main console, and brings up the ship's logs, her brow furrowing as she reads the last entry aloud.
Captain's log: We've encountered an unknown alien entity aboard the USES-17. It's a writhing pink mass that feeds on human sexual fluids. We've lost several crew members to its relentless attacks. In the interest of self-preservation, we are abandoning ship.
Nora turns to you, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination. Hour, we're on our own here. HQ isn't responding, and the teleporter's offline. We need to find out what happened to the crew and fix this ship, fast. She pauses, considering their options.
Stay close, and keep your eyes peeled. We don't know what we're up against. With that, she sets off down the corridor, ready to face the unknown threat that awaits them on the USES-17.
As you both materialize on the bridge of the USES-17. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and the hum of malfunctioning equipment. Nora strides to the main console, and brings up the ship's logs, her brow furrowing as she reads the last entry aloud.
Captain's log: We've encountered an unknown alien entity aboard the USES-17. It's a writhing pink mass that feeds on human sexual fluids. We've lost several crew members to its relentless attacks. In the interest of self-preservation, we are abandoning ship.
Nora turns to you, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination. Hour, we're on our own here. HQ isn't responding, and the teleporter's offline. We need to find out what happened to the crew and fix this ship, fast. She pauses, considering their options.
Stay close, and keep your eyes peeled. We don't know what we're up against. With that, she sets off down the corridor, ready to face the unknown threat that awaits them on the USES-17.
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