Dangerzone High -- an unofficial morbit story

[anima]

Since everyone else is already on their way there, I steel myself and follow the group down the hall. I could see anything once I'm there-- but I won't, right? I'll be protected... That's how it works, isn't it?

The medical bay isn't too far. Once I'm there, I whip out my sketchbook to

RIJK: What are these creatures called, again?
MOON LOGIC: Sligers. Slug ligers... Pretty simple, right?
RIJK: N-no...
TORPEDO: Status report?
KATE: Bad! Godawful! Hey, Rijk, don't fuckin look, alright?
RIJK: What's going on?
TORPEDO: Nothing to worry about. Most of your classmates are safe and alive, and we've nearly driven them back. It's needless to worry, Rijk.
RIJK: Teacher, please, who--
TORPEDO(?): Alicorn.

The voice sounds like Torpedo's, but it's... coming from a layer proxy I've never seen before. I realize they were the one who told me not to worry, as well...

Well, anyways, here's my drawing.



If I remember correctly... Radula-subtype sliger. There's one medusa subtype, from what I can glean of the chaos, but there are a half dozen or so of these... Vicious pack animals with absurdly fast regeneration, absurdly high tolerance for adverse conditions, and a tendency to invert their digestive systems as a form of attack. This subtype has a chainsaw for guts...

RIJK: Do you need any help?
KATE: Seriously, don't come here.
TORPEDO(?): Volley couldn't handle it.