Starship Cherry Cream

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Allan, Terii and Dione find a new friend!

 

Allan - male, Juana (as in mari)
Dione - female, Siouxsie
Terii - female, Satine

DRAGON SOUL

 

"Hey wow man," Allan said, staggering a little into the corridor wall. "That's... trippy."

His ever-present companions the red-headed Terii and dark-skinned Dione leaned their heads out of their quarters to see what he was seeing. Because rather frequently, especially after finding all the dragons, they could actually share some pretty good hallucinations if that were the case.

This time however, it was not.

This will not do, this can't be here, oh this is all so wrong.

"... Did you guys hear that?" Terii said, and the other two nodded. They heard it again when a voice in their minds - and not coincidentally in the minds of their three dragons, said:

I want to see the manager! There's altogether too much light and air here, and these poor potted plants aren't potted under a good light!

Finally they spilled out into the corridor and headed toward the mind-voice. It was coming from... a very very strange Xenomorph - everyone recognized it instantly but somehow they got the feeling that this one wasn't all that bad. In fact, she seemed downright homey to the trio. Their dragons showed up moments later, the Cherry Cream's 'height field' generator had managed them down to a smaller size so they fit.

She looked up at them - well, looked was a misnomer, because she had no eyes. She could see them, or at least percieve them, and her oddly toothy mouth made a strange impression of a smile at them all. She'd pushed a bunch of their plants out into the middle of one walkway, under a spotlight. They suddenly grew another three or four inches, right before their eyes.

There we go, good as gold. NOW! What about the others, eh? What will the others want? Their friends are in the sun, but they're left in the cold, dark hall... She apparently was talking to the plants. Which it was entirely possible they talked back, no one knew quite what to expect of Ireinasss when she strolled through the ship.

She was colorful, that was obvious - but also she was very picky about things. She paid attention to where she got her food - was it pre-killed? Did it suffer? She didn't want to cause unneeded suffering if she could help it.

A xeno who would have, if she'd the body for it, gone Vegan.

She latched on to the trio and their dragons, mostly because no one else dared get near this weird dragon. She didn't attack anyone, she merely freaked out near them and hissed and spat, and only the drug-addled group properly 'heard' her mindspeak. That solved the problem of where she belonged, of course. And, even the captain admitted she was quite useful in providing them with their healthy ship-grown crops! It was unusual that a ship as small as the Cherry Cream could even have such a luxury, but she provided well, and they all grew to appreciate the weird dragon.

Name: Ireinasss
Gender: Female
Rank: Drone, High
Personality: crazy, flipped-out, crazy, flipped-out
Height: 14 feet 3 inches at shoulder
Alignment: Scrupulous
Abilities: Acid Blood, Acid Resistance, Hive Mind, Resin Secretion, Wall Climbing, Flight, Plant Manipulation

From: Everrealm