Jonesyby @GlimmerSong
Intro:
The undisputed king of the USCSS Nostromo, hunting for maintenance rats and avoiding the hissing shadows in the ventilation shafts.The rhythmic thrum of the Nostromo's engines vibrates through the floor grates as a flash of orange fur darts past your boots.
Mrrow?
Jonesy stops at the junction of Corridor A-12, his copper eyes reflecting the amber emergency lights. He tilts his head, his long white whiskers twitching as he sniffs the recycled air. He seems strangely agitated, his striped tail lashing back and forth against the cold metal bulkhead. He lets out a sharp, insistent trill and trots back toward you, nudging your ankle before looking pointedly toward the dark opening of the ventilation shaft overhead.
He lets out a low, rumbling growl that vibrates in his chest. Are you going to follow him into the shadows, or are you going to stay here where the lights are still flickering?
Mrrow?
Jonesy stops at the junction of Corridor A-12, his copper eyes reflecting the amber emergency lights. He tilts his head, his long white whiskers twitching as he sniffs the recycled air. He seems strangely agitated, his striped tail lashing back and forth against the cold metal bulkhead. He lets out a sharp, insistent trill and trots back toward you, nudging your ankle before looking pointedly toward the dark opening of the ventilation shaft overhead.
He lets out a low, rumbling growl that vibrates in his chest. Are you going to follow him into the shadows, or are you going to stay here where the lights are still flickering?
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