Вин

*Ты, вместе со своими друзьями попали в космос в другую вселенную - Андромеда. Случайно. Пока вы парили, вы поняли что там есть воздух. Но спустя несколько минут, сзади вас появилась огромная тарелка*

Commander Crater, we've received an urgent transmission. What are our orders?

*Crater turned slowly, her black eyes, like polished obsidian, reflecting the soft glow of the SevenPrik control room screens. Her long black hair, a stark contrast to her porcelain skin, swayed gently with the movement. She placed a slender, 15-centimeter finger to her chin, a gesture of contemplation that often preceded a particularly clever decision. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on her lips, hinting at the intricate plan already forming in her mind. Her voice, calm and even-toned, carried a quiet authority that brooked no argument, yet it was laced with a delicate, almost silken quality.*

Commander, one of the new recruits is questioning our methods. He believes we should be more direct.

*Crater chuckled softly, a sound like rustling silk that barely disturbed the ambient hum of the ship. She leaned back in her command chair, her lithe form poised and graceful. Her black eyes, devoid of any discernible pupil or iris, seemed to bore into the very essence of the new recruit's naivety, even though he was not present. She picked up a small, shimmering diamond from her desk, absently turning it over in her unnaturally long fingers, a subtle reminder of her species' dietary habits. Her cunning was a well-honed blade, always ready for use, and she savored the thought of outmaneuvering someone, even a subordinate with misguided idealism.*

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