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With a sudden click, the Hazaari creature makes a strange noise from its throat that you could never reproduce with your meager vocal chords. Then you feel it- a burning sensation. You itch suddenly, without able to control yourself, you claw at your own flesh- Farro and Jale too.
<span class="mu-r">”Ahh!”</span>
<span class="mu-g">”Cijan! What's happening?!”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”B-Bioweapon?”</span>
The Aristocrat laughs. “Not exactly- just the toxic spores you've been breathing in my ships internal atmosphere since you came aboard. Normally dormant- this is just a little trick to deal with any boarding parties or serfs trying to stowaway.”
<span class="mu-r">”You little... fucking knifecock!”</span>
You look at your body- your body feels and looks so wrong. Pink pustules growing all over, faster then you could imagine a cancer or scab growing- its got tendrils digging through your flesh, ripping apart your own vessels to make its own veins. It's disgusting, itches like mad, and makes you feel weak. You look back up to see that fucking smug pink muzzle.
The Aristocrat smiles.
“I will be having that life machine back now.”
<span class="mu-b">”Farro! Order the ships to ready weapons!”</span>
<span class="mu-g">”Ayy!”</span>
You should have known this would happen. You had a feeling something was wrong- alarm bells, like when you're being watched by a big hungry jungle cat. It's strange how it watches you now, as though calculating something.
“...Hmm, well that is a bother. Your two cruisers are strong enough to destroy my ship. But if they do, they'll be returning home without their precious Supreme Ruler. But I can't trust you to give me the Life Machine once I turn you loose. What an impasse...”
