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[transwarp_beam]

1 question...
1 chance...
1 honest answer...

That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.

Questions can be for this journal, or - because I'm lazy - warpedrive or mi_aosda. I suppose you can get one question for each if you feel so inclined ;)

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[my_god_man]

[What Scotty sees.... cannot be fully described with words. In parts, it's easier. The first thing he sees lurking in the shadows over to the left end of his quarters are eyes. Glowing out from the darkness, so very obviously inhuman -- possibly not even alien, despite his years of space travel -- as they shift in color, sometimes blue, sometimes red and somehow, he can briefly perceive black. There's a heavy, terrible moment when those eyes and Scotty's lock. And when they do, he feels cold. In a way that not even Delta Vega had managed to affect him. From the inside out.

There is also, maybe, fangs or tusks or horns. Perhaps exposed bone and viscera. It's too confusing to tell exactly. And much too quick, as the thing bolts out of the shadows and straight for Scotty. It's speed is terrifying. In the time he has to register that thought, it is rearing for its final pounce.

Before it can fully launch itself, a streak of fire collides with it. The force of the collision is extreme. His engineer's mind knows there's more energy released than should be possible. The carcuss goes careening back over itself into the shadows. Where.... it simply seems to disappear. And not a lick of the intense white flames from that streak has caught fire to anything. Like the form, they simply snuff out of existence.

And Scotty has no clue as to the originating source.]

[warpedrive]

[in the space of a heartbeat he's wide awake, bolt upright with his back against the wall and adrenaline buzzing in his veins. There isn't even time to make a sound before the...thing, whatever it is...is disintegrating in a cloud of flame and shadows]

[for a long time he stays very still, pulse fluttering frantically at the hollow of his throat as slowly his breathing steadies and his heartbeat returns to normal. It's been a long time since he's felt genuine, bone-deep fear like that. He closes his eyes, almost surprised to fnd that he's shaking. Insane. Definitely. Only explanation. But hopeful still at least rational]

What the ever-lovin' fuck?