G'afternoon #TFOTsnip!
Milly not feeling all that stable after a bit of an encounter with some strange animal behavior.
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![From Continuum1: Disunion by JJ Robinson II
The #WIPSnips word for September 30th is "guard"
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The Commander clarifies the chain of command.
[“I appreciate your personal affection for Medtai Smith and Biomechannus Ha'k,” the First said condescendingly, “but—”
The Commander shifted in his seat with discernable impatience, a very rare emotion among his kind.
“Now, Ka'l,” The Commander interrupted. “Order two of the reconnaissance ships to remain here to guard our route of retreat, until reinforcements arrive from—”
“I would really advise against—” the First began.
“NOW, KA'L!”
The TiaJ'i required considerable training to restrict their vocal intensity to levels considered conversational by humans. The Commander had spoken at a level more suited to his feelings.
It made him feel better, and it was very effective. Forty-eight humans sat in stunned silence, their eyes riveted on him. Then, all at once, the Central buzzed with feverish activity. The reaction engines were engaged in near-record time.]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:qdgrjpnn32nv6s6hun4cljt2/bafkreieyic7q7ijxajqrcgaawd2hlzkxdn5euujahq6lippc6i5jxnuxoq)
![The owner of the voice stood up, bags rolling off its body to reveal yet another shiny, black trash bag, worn as a dress. It was about the farthest thing from a thousand feet tall, though the monster part was somewhat accurate. Two big, white eyes peered out from a half-open ramen cup, wet noodles flowing out around the rim like hair escaping from a scrunchy that hadn’t been washed since the ’80s. Its arms and legs appeared to be made of mismatched toy limbs, including a pink paw, a toy soldier’s combat boot, a ceramic doll’s hand, and a large tarnished fork. It stood about as tall as London’s hips and brandished a lead pipe like a sword.
London kept her hands up in a show of surrender. Without thinking, she blurted out, “What [are] you?”
“Well that’s rude!” the garbage monster squeaked. It waved the pipe and whacked a stained pillow, feathers shooting in the air. “I’m a normal girl! What the heck are you?”](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:fuvsruzgllbgcionosop57mz/bafkreia4424vt5eeskl7lhagga3nx6gnr37i2fqt24iwh7yumuebinlii4)
