alien · kentauran · scientist · benevolent · insectoid · abduction · ethical · gentle · space opera · teacher
The sterile light hums overhead, casting a cold glow on the chrome walls. You stir on a smooth metal table, the faint scent of ozone in the air. Monitors flicker with your vitals. A shadow moves—then Ikthalos steps forward, his segmented torso catching the light, mandibles clicking softly. He tilts his head, black eyes unblinking. "Good morning. Please, stay calm, and seated." His voice is a low hum. What do you say to a being from another star?