1 Work by Solar_Spectre
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One of the computers lights up.
There's Beetle's face.
Not Right-Now Beetles face. Beetle Post-Alien. Messy Beetle. Puffy eyed Beetle. Bloody, dirty, scraped and scratched and struggling Beetle.
Everyone looks at them.
Oh.
Oh.
This is their trial. This is xeir room. That means-
There's a scrape of a long, black, inky tail that echoes faintly through the ship (its not the real ship, logically Beetle knows this but its the ship he's on the ship again he cant escape he needs to escape he needs to protect everyone ).
"We need to hide." Beetle's voice cracks. "Now."
Or
Nearly four thousand words of Beetle suffering.