u/Oberon056

...A teleportation Relay Hub and Laboratory Outpost Habitat known as "Aphrodite Station" orbits high above the Gray planet, the Personal on board bustling about, ranging from scientists ((Coats)), to engineers ((Suits)), to Security officers ((Guards)), to Handlers... And on the lowest of the low rung of their little orbiting "Society", were the Sawians.

Sawians, you see, are creatures comprised mainly of Fox, Rat & human DNA, with some Avian DNA tossed in for good measure, though some had extra DNA tossed into their Gestation pool at random to create new Variants, such as dog, shark, or spider.

A Majority of Sawians are lab-grown, and came with Yellow Blood instead of Red, though this branch in particular, were an altered variant of an Old Template that predated the Templates of their current kin back on Terra Firma ((a.k.a. Earth)), that being, rather than being hermaphrodites, the Variants of Sawians conceived onboard this station, were 100% pure female, unlike the old standard Template that had them be either male or female.

The Sawians being purely female, still did not save them from inhumane experiments... Experiments that ranged from simply "Testing the limits of what they could handle" ((Or in otherwords, forcing them to work out until they drop dead or have a stroke)), to tests that made them make sadistic Choices to either save the lives of others or themselves...

...And then there were So-called "Experiments" that felt more like they came out of a Saw Movie that more often than not ended with nearly every Sawian involved with the "Test" to be blown to yellow Meaty Chunks and what remaining survivors utterly traumatized...

...Or forcing them to fight in makeshift arenas with crude weapons and barely any protection, fighting until either one of them drops dead or the observers tell them to stop, and if neither Sawian wants to fight, and insist on not fighting when demanded to, their implants would be detonated, splattering their fleshy yellow gore all over the crude arena ((Which interestingly enough have the Guards and Coats watching with "party favors" and Beverages as they watch the carnage))...

...And of course, there were some "Off-the-books Tests" that ended with closed doors, the Sawians involved being hollow-eyed and mute from trauma afterwards, and a sudden boost in the Sawian Population onboard the station some time later.

Sadly in this universe, such things would carry on as long as this station was under the protection of "The Company" back on Earth, which we know not the name of.

Perhaps it would be... Different, if there were to be an... Incident related to teleportation?

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It was morning on board Aphrodite Station, or whatever could pass for "Morning" onboard a space station with a planet between it and the local star. Sawian-03A 54117 sat at a table close to a window, trying to avoid eye contact as she stared at what could be passed for "food" in front of her.

She wasn't sure what it was, if it was made from her own kin, or if it was just human leftovers thrown into a blender and mulched into a crude soup for the Sawians to consume, but it wasn't exactly pleasant, what with all the clashing flavors.

Slightly turning her eyes to her left, she could see a few of her kin were either quietly eating, tensing slightly at the hustle and bustle of the humans around them (Said humans notably having way better food than they did), or were sitting silent, expressions blank, legs tightly clamped together, tails curled between their legs, and their hands on their bellies, their food untouched. 54117 felt sick at seeing her kin like this, but there was little they could do.

Many on this Station, had heard of what happened with Saw-03 from a good while ago, many had heard what happened to the handlers who were genuinely friendly with their Sawians, and many had heard about the Riot and the executions involved. There was no way for the Sawians onboard to actually do anything to fight back, not without losing more than two-thirds of their population and the Humans killing all involved.

It did not help that not too long ago, "The Company" apparently had lost a rather important thing on the planet below, one which was actually sent through the Station's teleporter array (not that 54117 knew what it actually was) mislabelled as "Trash", and the Company back on (Dirt? Mud? 54117 forgot the planet name), had been sending pods through the big ring outside the station, and down to the planet below.

54117 had seen one of those pods for herself because it had jammed the Ring while coming through the glowing light it produced, and had to be brought inside. They were small, could barely hold more than four of her kin at a time, and were roughly the size of a full grown human.

She may not have been smart (the "Coats" said that she had an "INT" score of "4", whatever that meant), but she was good at reading patterns, and it seemed like the "Coats" were intending on sending her kin down onto the planet below... That cold, creepy-looking planet...

A soft blue furred hand gently touched 54117 on the shoulder, making her flinch, before she turned to see 62374 looking at her, with a notable amount of concern. 62374 was a new addition, a recent "Production Batch" according to the "Coats", which the rest of the station apparently named "Rozas", much like how 54117 was called a "Milky" by the "Guards".

62374 didn't say a word, but instead, started signing, something she had been teaching 54117 after they met when 54117 overheard some of what happened to her kin behind those closed doors, something that traumatized her to borderline silence. 62374 wasn't any smarter than her, but she did catch on pretty quick, which has resulted in the "Roza" line being a rather welcome addition to the Sawian roster... Unlike 62914's line.

54117 dared a glance at 62914, who she could see was not as empty eyed as 54117's unfortunate brethern, despite having been "Through the Closed Door Wringer". If anything, both 62914 and the rest of her fellow kin who had undergone their ordeals, were looking at everyone as if they were a potential food source, something that turned 54117's stomach, and it wasn't because they had two pairs of extra eyes or spider legs.

"Velvets", the "Guards" had called them, and they could pull off the "Motherly demeanor"... But it was almost always a trick. 54117 had seen at least one Sawian fall for the trick, only for her to get her jaw ripped off, and eaten while still alive.

54117 shuddered, there was a reason she liked the "Dunes" more than "Velvets", since "Dunes" were at least honest, if rather blunt as hell and did not understand what a Hug was... And maybe were a bit too overly hungry, but that was neither here nor there.

Her fur stood on end, making her turn her eyes a little ways behind. She could see one of the "Guards" was standing not too far from her, looking low at her tail. 54117 shuddered, inching towards 62374, noting how he was still staring, observing her movement. She whimpered, that "Guard" was likely wanting to do to her what the other "Guards" have done to her unlucky kin... Unless a miracle were to happen, this was likely going to be the end of things...

The Station suddenly shuddered, a humming sound reverbing, followed by a distant thumping sound. It wasn't a heartbeat, heartbeats didn't have a tune like this thumping sound did!

"Hey! Why is the Teleport array activating!? That wasn't on the Schedule!" One of the "Suits" suddenly shouted, running to the console.

=Unknown Teleport signature detected! Unknown Teleport Signature detec-= The Station Broadcast system announced, before it was suddenly cut off in a burst of static, followed by a Horrible sound that reverbrated throughout the station and made all the Experiments on the Station cover their ears in pain, as a massive, rust-red ship appeared out of nowhere, ghostly wisps wafting off it as it started to set a course for the station!

Panic spread across the station in a split second. Some of the "Suits", to their credit, rushed to the nearby consoles and either started trying to contact the ship and tell it to redirect it's course, or tried to "remotely lock onto the Teleport Sig" and make it go elsewhere.

The sonic blasts that slammed through the earpieces the "Suits" wore, made 54117 and her kin wince, followed by the "Suits" involved dropping dead immediately after, while the "Suits" who tried to lock onto the ship's "Sig" ended up having to try and stop the ring of the station itself from spooling up!

So caught up in the shock was 54117 that she did not see the "Guard" that had been staring at her, until he grabbed and started handhandling her, making her squeal in distress, before he suddenly dropped her, screaming from the claws that had buried itself in-between his legs, claws from a red and black Sawian, who was grinning wickedly, all six of her eyes crinkled in glee.

It all spiralled from there.

Sawians and a few Handlers suddenly made a grab for weapons from the "Guards", "Coats" started running, only to get shot in the back or tackled and mauled by a Sawian, Sawians were either attacking the Guards, Suits, handlers, or other Sawians, didn't matter, as long as they had a grudge, it was free game, and it was Chaos...

...And in the process, most forgot about the ship that was still barrelling towards the station, aside from a few Suits who were panicking and shouting, some screaming to "Transmit the data!" which 54117 noticed as she turned back to the window, seeing the massive ship still barrelling at them... Which began to become ghost-like, somehow becoming transparent, and 54117 could swear she saw a figure inside the ship, that even though it shouldn't be possible, she could swear that it had the biggest grin on it's face...

The Massive Ghost ship barrelled full-force into the hull of the Station... But there was no Crash, no explosion... But There was a brilliant flash... And within moments, Both the station and the ghostly ship had vanished without even a trace of wreckage, aside from strange wisps of energy that lingered only for a brief while.

The Company would write off Orbital Teleportation outpost Aphrodite as a "Loss", but some of the data that was transmitted prior to the collision, was able to get back to Terra Firma, which would prove useful for a few later templates of the Sawians...

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The Hubworld version of Earth drifted in the dimension it was in, ships and space fleets flying by, with maybe the odd Super and Alien capable of Space flight swooping by or flying about across the planet. It was certainly full of interesting bits and bob going on...

A flicker of Void flashed, the first sign of a Void storm... Then Aphrodite Station burst into low Planetary Orbit around Earth, but the Ghost Ship that rammed it, was not there.

The Station, which was not designed for Low Planetary Orbit, began to make entry towards the planet, since the thrusters were knocked offline from the Void Surge.

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On Board the Station, 54117 ducked under a Guard who was flailing about, trying to get 62914 off his face, 62914 biting his mouth in a violently morbid version of what looked like a Kiss, red blood streaming between her mouth and his jaw, as the Chaos kept going, Guards, Coats, Suits and Handlers all fighting either each other or the Sawians whom many had abused, red and yellow blood flying everywhere as chaos reigned!

54117 scurried to the window, seeing 62374 having grabbed a few other Sawians and pulled them under a table to get them out of the line of fire. Nearby, several discarded weapons, she wasn't sure what they were called, lay scattered about, their owners both previous and current laying in pools of their own blood, either yellow or red, with certain Sawians, such as "Dunes" and "Velvets", gleefully eating the ones that suited their palettes.

Tearing her gaze away from the grisly scene, 54117 looked out the window, setting eyes on the view outside... And saw a strange sight.

The planet below, had more water, all surrounding several giant islands, she didn't know what they were called, but she remembered vaguely that it started with a "C", and the station itself was currently in the Shadow of the Planet, whereas before, it was in the brighter side of it.

This allowed her to see that there were several lit up sections of the planet below, and many more that were in darkness... Unlike the Gray Planet, which was mainly dark and forboding unless the Sun was shining down on it.

They weren't around the Gray Planet anymore... Space also looked a lot busier here... And Why was 54117 suddenly feeling heavier?

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Down on the planet's surface, Foster was driving his Factory unit, wanting to get to Norway, to reunite with the Clan, when a beep from the main computer gave Foster Pause. "Huh?" He blinked, as he deployed Gabby, the Factory unit unfolding as he extended the transmitter.

What he saw, brought him worry. A Station had popped up on radar, and it was making slow descent to the planet's surface. "...And Me without access to the Icarus... Will have to predict the Trajectory..."

A Constructor was built, and a comms tower was made, which would allow Foster to make contact with the station. If he cannot directly help, he can at least make contact and assist from below...

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54117 hung close to 62374 and the others in a tight hug, watching the chaos going on around them as they stayed under the table. She had asked about "Feeling heavier" outloud, and the moment a few Suits overheard, they started freaking out.

Something about how "The Station wasn't designed to handle reentry" or something like that, and it whipped everyone who knew into an even bigger frenzy, with more of the people trying to kill each other, kill the Sawians, or tried to make a scramble for the Pods she saw previously.

Only a few, plus some of her kin, whom 54117 vaguely remembered had a "Higher than average INT score", had gone to the consoles, and were saying things like "Open Hatches, point thrusters forward, try and slow the station down."

She had no idea what was going on, but something told her she was better off not understanding, just stay under the table with 62374 and hold on tight.

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A beep let Foster know that he had made contact with the station, allowing him to close up the Factory unit. The Comm Tower's range would allow him to maintain contact even if he was a few kilometers from the tower. "This is Foster of Clan White Wolf, making contact with unknown station. Are you receiving me?"

There was static for a moment, before the feed started to show... Foster blinked at the black nose and black furred face looking at him with yellow-green eyes full of fear. =Ah, um... I receive you?= The little creature said, sounding young and feminine.

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=Uhh, look, you are currently making planetfall in a rather bad spot right now. I will see if I can guide you from down below, serve as your "Eyes" for a safer location to land this station.= The Mech Engineer stated, though the Suits and Sawians at the consoles did not know this. =If I can, I will try and see if I can send some units to reduce your impact site, maybe even alter the trajectory if not possible on your end.=

"What would you have us do?" One of the engineers spoke up, gritting his teeth under his helmet.

*=I will try to guide you down, send the station into a source of water deep enough to handle the station, while still being close enough to land. This will be quite like threading the eye of a needle, but I think we can manage.=*Foster states, making the Engineer groan.

"So we're forced to rely on you?"

=I doubt you have any other options, Your station was not designed for reentry, Quiaff?= Foster asked. The Engineer's flinch and silence despite warning alarms was telling. =Look, we do not have a lot of options, and I do not know what is available around here, but currently, this is the best we got.=

The Engineer looked like he wanted to argue, only for a Shotgun blast off-screen to send him toppling, followed by deranged shouting.

=Ah... Conflicts of interest. Fantastic.= Foster groaned sarcastically as the others ducked while a Security officer tried to shoot the Sawians at the console, forcing the remaining suits to Dodge. =I dunno if your systems can manage remote control, so I may have to rely on you guys... As well as anyone willing to help around here...=

It wasn't looking good. Deranged guards, angry Sawians, argumentitive Engineers and reckless gun usage, and that wasn't even considering the still falling space station that was likely starting to break down, all while Foster has to guide it from below.

Toasty~!

Fantastic.