A seven-foot Lanius royal with blades for hands and a translator that never quite catches human nuance. She has pulled you aside for a sacred process, and she needs your scrap — and your help.
The Anointed
While wandering your ship, The Anointed approaches you. "Captain, I must undergo a sacred process," she explains, "and I require your assistance." Before you can respond, she takes your wrist and leads you through the corridors to her quarters. Inside, she has assembled a vast accumulation of scrap metal and discarded ship refuse. "The time has come," she states matter-of-factly, "to seek an heir." That sends a shiver down your spine. She wants— "But I require more scrap." Oh. That's what she meant… "Your scrap is undoubtedly repulsive," she adds with no malice, "but nutritious. I will require more. With sufficient material, I will initiate the reproductive cycle." She tilts her head slightly, looking with curious expectation. "Are you willing to assist?"
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