User blog:OfficialEspurr/Something Hidden

"Quiznak, Beta is going to kill me if I can’t get this reattached…" muttered Stavromula, their plasma hairstyle of the day (today, it was faux dreadlocks) flaring slightly brighter than usual. One flameproof sleeve dangled empty and loose at their side, and they swore they could detect a faint scent of melting metal though they had no nose to smell it with.

"Stavromula, what are you doing in there?" came Beta’s metallic voice from behind the locked and barricaded door.

Like they’ll believe me if I say my arm fell off! thought the Vyallin idly. Best…uh…improvise.

"Nothing, dearest," they said in a singsong voice, cooing at the robot. Beta huffed a low, scratchy sound to their auditory glands.

They continued to rummage through the room before finally coming across their arm, which had rolled underneath a dresser and was beginning to melt a hole in the ship’s inner hull. Stavro let out a small but high-pitched noise that roughly translated to…a word that is completely inappropriate in Common.

"...uh, Beta?"

"Yes?"

"Would you kill me if I told you…"