'Voice Testing' and mild amusement

[gestating]

krrrt.

sssssssssssss...

hghghgghghghghrrck!

[Yes, there is a metric fuck tonne of silicate goo fountaining from this horrible thing's mouths, and yes, there is an ovipositor large enough to stash an IKEA show room protruding from her bony behind.

A rough translation of her growling hisses might be, 'You, meat-bed: kindly step back from my children until you can be secured to a wall. I'm busy: I have not lain nearly enough eggs yet to deal with the likes of all of you!']

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[woocas]

[And peeking over a bit of slimy goo-wall is this dumb ass.

...who instantly regrets this decision.]

[ktfe]

When you've got flamethrowers built into your hands (so to speak) you've always got one eye on opportunities to show 'em off a bit. As showy but glass-cannon enemies go, to a fire elemental, a xenomorph is about perfect.

She's creeping about nasty, sticky tunnels, peering shrewdly about as she goes. Time for Kay to fry herself up some eggs.

[grand_couturier]

[Well, this little "meat-bed" hardly seems ruffled at all by the queen's threat. She just kind of laughs it off, waving a hand in the Queen's direction.]

Scary, scary~! Don't worry, mama, I just wanted to see all the cute little babies.

[And heedless of the warning, she crouches down beside one of the eggs, apparently not at all worried about getting too close to one of those things.]

But, you know, it would be a big problem for us if all these little guys got out. There aren't enough humans to be food for all of us~!