Smeg
Son of Smeg
CRUNCHCRUNCHCRUNCHGULPGLUPCRUNCHCRUNCH.
As it turned out the supplies were no match for the ravenous Smeg, who had no concept of portion control and apparently a lack of function in the brain that indicated fullness.
Suffice to say, he ate and drank everything that he got his overgrown claws on.
Now at this point, a smart scavenger full on the supplies of others would make their way off of the ship and onto the next target, or maybe find a nice abandoned building to rest in. However Smeg (who may have been on of the smartest skraal) was not a very smart scavenger in the grand scheme of things. Caught between the line of sentience and stupidity, all he really had going for him was his stench.
Well, that and the ability to eat everything and anything, heck, he'd even taken a bite out of the plastisteel container.
With his rat belly full and distended he wobbled through the ship, looking for somewhere to sleep. It took him a while not really knowing the layout but eventually Smeg happened upon a couple of bunks, not quite his former junk throne but it would do.
Clambering onto the bed, he tucked himself in and promptly fell into a stuffed state of sleep. “Dis iz more likes it,” he murmured happily, as he spooned the blankets in perfect comfort.
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[member="Bellatrix Celvina"] [member="Kuryr"]
As it turned out the supplies were no match for the ravenous Smeg, who had no concept of portion control and apparently a lack of function in the brain that indicated fullness.
Suffice to say, he ate and drank everything that he got his overgrown claws on.
Now at this point, a smart scavenger full on the supplies of others would make their way off of the ship and onto the next target, or maybe find a nice abandoned building to rest in. However Smeg (who may have been on of the smartest skraal) was not a very smart scavenger in the grand scheme of things. Caught between the line of sentience and stupidity, all he really had going for him was his stench.
Well, that and the ability to eat everything and anything, heck, he'd even taken a bite out of the plastisteel container.
With his rat belly full and distended he wobbled through the ship, looking for somewhere to sleep. It took him a while not really knowing the layout but eventually Smeg happened upon a couple of bunks, not quite his former junk throne but it would do.
Clambering onto the bed, he tucked himself in and promptly fell into a stuffed state of sleep. “Dis iz more likes it,” he murmured happily, as he spooned the blankets in perfect comfort.
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[member="Bellatrix Celvina"] [member="Kuryr"]