Aliens vs (Talkative) Parrots -- TheDragonsBlaze
It had to be a human ship. Ugly. Functional. Battle-scarred and pitted with a million micrometeor impacts. But there was frozen precipitation and high winds incoming. Nothing could survive it better than a Deathworlder ship. So Tikkotz scurried inside and hoped that the human would be benevolent.
It was a huge space. Mostly made of metal, but there were softer areas. Seating. Bedding. Hangings, for some reason. There was no trace of the human, beyond that which they had left behind. And an avian sitting calmly on a perch. Actively in the process of destroying a nut.
"Fuk dis shit," said the avian. "Shaddup, Cocky."
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