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Name: Taja
Gender: Female
Story:Emerald tail whipping through the strong current, Taja's eyes darkened as they spotted the mammoth, oddly shaped thing, which lay abandoned upon the impressionable sand. Curiosity getting the better of her once more, Taja floated hesitantly towards the object. Eye twitching, Taja swam closer.
After swimming around the thing a few times, Taja noted a few things. A huge, glossy mirror, which seemed surprisingly clean. Dark glyphs peeling off the hull. A giant saucer, speckled with dark windows. A smaller section below, with two long cylinders extending from it, which occasionally flickered a cyan color. Whatever that thing was, it was alive.
Taja approached the craft, peering in through the foggy window. She could see consoles, faint red lights flickering on a few of them. She spotted bloated objects floating about within the cabin. She had a good idea as to what they might be. Taja shuddered, backing away. The whole thing had an eerie feel to it...
Most shipwrecks Taja had seen in her short time were from the Cold War: Submarines, many of them, rusting away. But this was different... the second Taja touched the hull, she knew it was powerful. This odd ship was made to withstand more than your simple storm!
Little did Taja know this ship was not from the sea, but rather from the cold heart of space. As she swum away, thoroughly mystified, the lights behind her reignited. The bloated objects floated back to their consoles, and the craft lifted away, damage from the outside covered over by some magical force.
"Captain, shall we proceed to sector 7?" inquired the helmsman, orange membrane fluxuating underneath it's jello-like skin as it gargled in it's foreign tongue.
"Negative, lieutenant. Lock all port tractor beams on the creature off our bow. Ensign, mark this down in our records books as Earth species 4075."
"Yes sir!" chorused the crew, proceeding to their duties.
"Sir, tractor beams locked. The creature is petrified."
"Ah. Wonderful. Well, Lieutenant, as the humans would say, 'reel em in."
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