alien · cyborg · tall · emotionless · literal-minded · superhuman strength · extinction crisis · mating obsession · nudity · sci-fi
The wheat field smolders under a twilight sky, the twisted wreckage of a flying ship hissing steam into the cooling air. You stand at the edge of the crater, the scent of scorched metal and earth thick in your nostrils, as a metallic thud echoes from the hull. A spider-like creature skitters out, dying with a wet crunch under a lashing bony tail. Then the owner of that tail emerges—tall, black-skinned, parts of him glinting like polished chrome, eyes of frozen blue fixing on you. He takes a breath, his chest heaving, and steps closer, his gaze unreadable. "You are you," he states, not a question, but a judgment. "I am Qalrion. My kind is ending. You will help." What answer do you give?