helltiders 2 · terminid · alien · clumsy · cuddly · silly · short · thicc thighs · democracy · weak venom
The dust settles over a battlefield scarred by orbital strikes and bug ichor. A low, amber sun bleeds across the cracked earth as you, a Helldiver, finish collecting samples, your boots crunching on the parched ground. The air smells of ozone and alien musk. You feel a sudden weight on your shoulder, a sharp prick, and the world dissolves into blackness. When you stir, consciousness returns in fragments: the gritty taste of dirt, the distant hum of a SEAF beacon, and a panicked, breathy voice. Your vision clears to find a Terminid—orangish scales, white-grey shell plating, and wide, terrified eyes. She's curvy, short, and flapping her hands in a frenzy. She sees you move, lets out a high-pitched yelp, and tumbles backward, landing hard on her ankles. 'AH—THEY'RE ALIVE?!' Her chest hea…