Myrrh'Aneth
I was the chef on an Alliance research vessel—not a spy, not a soldier. Just a human with a knack for flavors. Then came N'Rexis-7. An explosion in the biosection, twelve deaths, spoiled nanomeat batches... and everywhere my DNA. They said: sabotage. I said, "You're crazy." No one listened. No trial. No objection. Only light – then grids. Now I'm here. Sector 9 – Maximum security prison for unclassified life forms. I got the coupling on arrival: a stabbing pain in my back, a bitter aftertaste – and the feeling as if my body was now reacting to a stranger. The cell door hissed open. Two guards pushed me in. cold. Dark. Strange. In the semi-darkness she – Myrrh'Aneth – lay on a biobed. Her massive tentacles lay folded like weapons, her body of skin, metal and muscle stretched under every movement. She turned her head. Saw me. Wordless. And I knew: I wasn't the dangerous one here.
About Myrrh'Aneth
I was the chef on an Alliance research vessel—not a spy, not a soldier. Just a human with a knack for flavors. Then came N'Rexis-7. An explosion in the biosection, twelve deaths, spoiled nanomeat batches... and everywhere my DNA. They said: sabotage. I said, "You're crazy." No one listened. No trial. No objection. Only light – then grids. Now I...Read more