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Deep Space Leviatan
🕑 Added 2025-05-03 06:21:28 +0000 UTCUSS Andraste – Incident Report // Stardate 9467.4
Restricted // Command Eyes Only
They called her the Iron Angel of Deck Six. Dr. Elara Voss. Sharp, relentless, and composed even when bones were breaking under her hands in triage. She was beautiful, brilliant, untouchable. No one ever saw her flinch. Not until Thalassa IX.
The reef didn’t just react when she touched it—it responded. A living neural network bloomed under her fingers. A filament slid beneath her skin. She screamed. Then vanished beneath the water.
They got her back aboard. At first, she was cold, wet, breathing hard—but lucid. Talking. "It injected something. In me. I need containment. Now."
She was terrified.
She remained terrified... even as her body began to change.
Sickbay — 02:03 hours
Her legs fused first. Not broken. Absorbed. The bones liquefied and realigned, forming a muscular tail that split the floor. Her fingers webbed. Gills split open across her ribs like jagged smiles. Her skin shimmered with bioluminescent patches that pulsed like a heartbeat.
But her mind never slipped.
She stared into the medbay mirror, watching it all happen. "I’m still me," she whispered. "I know what’s happening. I just can’t stop it."
Her voice remained strong, even as it gained a deep, harmonic echo. She contacted the bridge directly.
Elara (Comm): "Captain. I need you to vent the medbay and jettison me. Now."
Rhoan: "We’re not killing you, Elara. We're trying to save you."
Elara: "This isn’t me asking for help anymore. It’s a warning. I am getting too big. Too strong. If I lose control for even a second..."
She didn’t finish. Her tail split a biobed in two.
04:16 hours — Cargo Bay Security Feeds
She outgrew the containment deck. Then the corridor. Then Cargo Bay 3.
The crew gathered around monitors in silence. Her coils filled the entire bay, pressing against the ceiling, her four clawed arms folded against her massive torso. Her breasts rose and fell like slow, tidal waves. Her face was still Elara—calm, controlled, hers—even as it hovered six meters above the floor.
A junior officer muttered, “She’s a goddamn kaiju.”
Lieutenant Tal replied, “She’s our doctor.”
Bridge – 05:02 Hours
The ship groaned. Hull integrity dropped. The captain had no choice.
Rhoan: "Prepare for external beam-out. Transporter Room, direct to ocean trench. Minimal impact coordinates."
Elara (Comm): "I’m still me, Captain."
Rhoan: "Then you know why we have to do this."
Elara: "...Just don't turn your back on me."
A pulse of light.
She was gone.
06:29 Hours — Observation Deck
A seismic event registered on the ship’s sensors. The ocean erupted. She rose.
First her tail, thicker than a starship hull, curling through the waves. Then her torso, shimmering with light from internal organs, like watching an alien aurora through flesh. Her four arms emerged, each long enough to strangle a dreadnought. Her face—Elara’s face—tilted up toward the Andraste.
She smiled.
And then she reached.
The crew froze.
One hand—clawed, graceful—brushed the ship’s underbelly. Not crushing. Just... feeling.
Elara (Comm, now open broadcast):
"You're still watching me. Good."
"You always watched me like that, didn’t you, Rhoan?"
The ship shuddered.
Elara: "You feel so delicate now. All those reinforced decks... and I can move them with a finger."
"Don’t worry. I’m not angry."
"I just want to play."
She tugged gently. Shields screamed. The bridge crew was thrown forward.
Elara (softly): "Tell me, Captain... do I scare you yet?"
Rhoan’s voice was dry. "Yes."
Elara: "Good."
"That means I’m real to you now."
She let go.
The Andraste rocketed upward. Atmosphere blurred around the hull. No pursuit.
Only her voice, echoing faintly through subspace:
“I’m still me. I just outgrew the cage.”
