Poxitarium Invade

“Eroticism in the mind of The Lover of the Universe”

Quick add: It isn’t an info dump, just a lot to take in.

...[...]...In the mind realm of The Lover of the Universe, on the embattled planet of Poxitarium, a world known for its violent history and fractured unity, the multi-species inhabitants, known collectively as the Poxits, fight to defend the last remnants of their once-proud civilization.

Poxitarium was a refugee planet, a sanctuary for those who fled destruction from distant galaxies. Long ago, three species ruled, each entirely different from the others, yet bound by a fragile peace. The Venex were swift and graceful, their translucent skin shimmering under Poxitarium’s twin suns. The Torrix, large and imposing, dominated the highlands with their brute strength and raw power. Lastly, the Ithis, agile and cunning, controlled the underground cities. These rulers were revered not just for their strength but also for their mystical ability to procreate across species, creating new, hybrid beings who thrived in the planet’s unique environment. The genetic diversity of Poxitarium became one of its defining features, with generations displaying a mix of their ancestral traits and unique abilities.

However, despite their shared power, the rulers succumbed to the same flaws that plagued all beings: greed and ambition. Soon, the planet fell into chaos. Battles for dominance tore across the continents as old allegiances were shattered and new ones formed. Refugees who had once seen Poxitarium as a haven began fighting for resources, clans, family, and species, desperate to claim a piece of the planet’s dwindling safety. Amid the chaos, none of the original rulers survived. Their deaths left a void of leadership that sent the planet spiraling further into disorder.

In the darkest of times, a figure emerged. The previous General, a warrior without lineage, without royal blood, had risen. His wisdom and strength, unmatched by any on Poxitarium, united the scattered and broken Poxits. Under his command, the once-divided planet found a semblance of order. He ruled with an iron will and a deep sense of justice, maintaining peace for decades. Even legends are not immune to time. The General grew old, and as the years wore on, his strength waned. It was just days before the meteors fell that he succumbed to age, his burial a solemn affair, attended by a people who feared the chaos that would soon follow without him.

As fate would have it, the General arrived after the fall that now threatened the planet.

The War Begins

Two meteors crashed into the surface of Poxitarium, smoldering craters with eggs that emerged and hatched horrors that sent waves of fear through the inhabitants. These creatures were unlike any species they had encountered, and as the eggs cracked open, the planet was overrun with merciless, bloodthirsty creatures.

The newly appointed General, a mysterious outsider who had only recently arrived on Poxitarium, had seen the planet’s distress and taken it upon himself to restore order. He was an enigmatic figure, coming from a distant star system with a reputation for unmatched strength. No one knew much about him, but his presence commanded attention. When the planet needed a leader most, he stepped forward, subjecting himself fairly to the brutal trials. A series of tests designed to prove his right to lead. He won the trust and votes of Poxitarium’s people, who were desperate for someone to unite them again.

Now, as the leader of the last unified Poxit force, the General devised a strategy to survive the invasion. The creatures that emerged from the meteors were numberless, and any attempt to face them head-on would lead to slaughter. So, he ordered his Poxit soldiers to form pairs of two through a universal language with the closest on the planet to his rank, hoping their size would make them less detectable by the invaders. One such group was Kaizu and his partner, a young woman whose loyalty to him was undeniable, yet whose fear of the creatures they faced seemed to grow with every step.

The Arrival of the New General

The General was now stuck with the role of a leader in a turbulent situation he hadn’t anticipated. His journey from a solitary quest to a critical role in the fate of Poxitarium quickly gave way to the complexity of planetary politics and crises.

As he stepped onto the planet’s surface, his imposing, unfamiliar shape caused the local species to gasp in fear. With a commanding stride, he approached a group, their eyes wide with panic. In a voice of authority, he requested, “May I borrow your communication device?”

The locals were unable to comprehend his request, scattering in sheer terror. The General sighed in frustration, muttering to himself, ”I came here to collect relics, not to play translator to frightened locals.”

He ventured into an establishment bathed in the soft glow of neon lights. He approached, his dark blue tie pressing almost eagerly against the counter, pointing to an intriguing telecommunication device that seemed to be the most expensive. He checked his native currency above the exchange table, and his eyebrows raised when he finally found it unexpectedly. “HA!” he exclaims, causing the shopper to take a sudden fearful step back, mumbling something in fear. After the General pointed towards his native currency on the exchange table for the most high-tech holographic phone, the shopper exchanged as quickly as it could, as if to only get rid of him faster.

The device, thin and minimalist, was activated with a single tap. A dazzling array of holographic interfaces and otherworldly applications sprang to life.

The General raised an eyebrow as he navigated through the holographic menu, his stoic demeanor unwavering despite the absurdity of the situation. Every app presented itself in a whirlwind of unfamiliar symbols and functions, which he scrolled through with a mixture of curiosity and bemusement. He leaned casually, attempting to light a cigarette that could help him focus and understand what app does what, but to his surprise, his moment of comfort was abruptly intrerrupted by the shopper shoving him outside, their words a rapid-fire stream of indignant sounds of Poxitarium’s native tongue.

“Apparently, smoking isn’t welcome. Or maybe it’s the tobacco itself.” He said, irritated.

Old Furniture

As time passed, the situation on the planet finally began to stabilize, and order was finally restored. Cut off from his people and working with what little he had, he took up residence in the barren office left by the deceased. The protocol was as clear as a Poxit’s glass: when a Leader dies, their quarters are stripped to prevent theft, leaving nothing but dust and furniture.

He hadn’t rested in days, busy coordinating over twenty divisions, establishing survival protocols, enforcing strict rules to minimize casualties, and preventing further death. As he entered, he caught his reflection in a tall, dusty mirror. He looked dead serious, staring at the toll the work had taken: heavy bags under his eyes, and the cost was visible in the dense white streak running through his hair. Twenty years of life burned away in a week. Honestly, he had made worse trades.

He dropped his weight slowly into the dusty, old-fashioned chair, a smirk touching his lips as he felt his joints pop. “The old Leader didn’t have much taste,” he murmured to the empty room. “I’m starting to think old age didn’t kill him. It was definitely the lumbar support on this chair.” A deep, controlled sigh escaped him while he shifted to find a comfortable position. Arm crossed and frowning, that’s working. He gazed at the ceiling, contemplating the ripped notes in his pocket. He did one more check mentally about the discovery of the creatures, the thought making his mind race more than he wanted with anxiety. He decided to read them one more time.

Memories of facing the Crawled Eye.

I can still feel my heartbeat racing. It matched the rhythm of that creature’s awful skittering, like some cursed drumbeat only I could hear. I swear, it was like the spider emerged from the shadows. No warning, just there. The Crawled Eye.

That spider, if you can even call it that, had these glistening, shifting dozens of eyes. I caught my own reflection in one, and it was like looking into broken glass. Shattered. Like I wasn’t even human anymore.

He was around 1.30 meters. And the way he moved... so precise. It felt like he was studying me, sizing me up for a duel. Just him and me. One-on-one.

I don’t even know, diary. What am I supposed to do the next time I see one? How do you prepare for something like that?

I remember every detail too clearly. Its legs were razor-sharp, and so fast it didn’t make sense for something that big. And the sound it made... this low hiss that vibrated right through me. I still get chills just thinking about it. It was terrifying. His body is so hairy that I can’t stand the sight of it; it makes me so uncomfortable.

I fought, somehow. I dodged those deadly dripping fangs, trying to stay one step ahead. And that venom, was it acid? I don’t know, but it sizzled when it hit the stone floor. It melted. Melted stone. And the smell... gods, the smell. So acrid, so sharp, it burned my nose like the air was turning against me.

I’m so tired, diary. Tired and scared. I’m not ready for this kind of fight. I don’t even know how I ended up in the military. All I know is I’m not prepared. Not for this. Not for that.

Memories of facing the Stinger:

Faced the Stinger. The thing loomed like a nightmare made real, pulsing with some unsettling energy I couldn’t place. Its yellow eyes locked onto me. Massive. Still. The carapace gleamed so sharply it threw back broken reflections of me. Fractured. Distorted. Fitting.

I remember the sound, appendages slicing the air, the buzz thick in my ears like a thousand bees swarming inside my skull. Its head turned. Fast. I barely had time when it lunged.

When I faced the creature, I saw it, and before I could attack, a needle struck the ground near my feet. So Close. Too close. That thing could’ve gone straight through. I struck its core. The pain from the impact echoed through my arm when I held the weapon that struck him. Still do.

This is my last log for today. Signed, Kaizu.

A day I’ll never forget:

My father...A warrior of great renown. Respected. Unmatched. He had encountered the Larve King, deep in a remote cave buried in the northern wilderness. The place was spoken of in hushed voices, rummored to lead into a labyrinth beneath the ground. A place no Poxit had entered and returned from. We knew this. But we had to go. No one else would’ve.

He was driven by duty. I followed. Our first mission in that region was to locate missing Poxits and assess whether the distant grounds were threatening our base. We thought it would be a simple recon.

That day is burned into me.

The cave swallowed our lights. Flashlights barely pushed the dark aside when we reached the corner, catching a glimpse of something crouched, with its back turned, munching on something. Then it growled, and the dark presence could be felt once we realised what we were looking at.

The Larve King stopped abruptly, as if our breath alone bothered his mealtime. He stood up, now tall and towering. Wrong. A grim smile on his lips, his red eye gleaming slowly as he shifted his head towards his shoulder, looking at us.

My father stood firm on his feet. His eyebrows narrowed slowly as his eyes locked in. His arm shifted a fraction as he took in a slow, full breath, his chest rising steadily. His grip tightened around the firearm on pure instinct and whispered as low as he could, “Hide.” Letting the word slip out in a shuddering, controlled exhale.

I looked at him, and worry took control over my face in an instant. Anxiety awakened in my chest, and fear dropped in my stomach. I swallowed, but my throat was so dry, it hurt when I did. I hesitated at first, but instinct kicked in when his torso faced us even more, his tail moving patiently left and right. The flashlight caught his red eye so ominously that my father had to close it and put it away. I didn’t wait for anything anymore, I just left from where I came, through pure darkness. I couldn’t tell what it truly was. Its energy froze the air. My lungs strained with every breath.

I peaked around the corner, but before I could see or hear, I felt a magnetic pull that kept me frozen in place. It wanted me to move forward, and nowhere else. I gripped the edge of the corner and bit the inside of my cheek, trying to resist it. “Come out”. My eyes widened in fear. Was that inside my head or an echo? I couldn’t figure it out. I still can’t.

I heard the click of the firearm, our family’s ancient heirloom, and right after, a shot. The shot landed, and I heard it connect. I smiled. But it didn’t matter. When the shot was fired, light was created. I noticed in a flash, The Larve King’s body twisted with the strike like a shadow, right through him.

My heart was hammering. My mind barely processed what I saw. My father didn’t waver, but his hands, his arms...They started trembling right after.

I heard the firearm hitting the ground violently, echoing through the cave. It’s still ringing. My father’s choking sounds next.

I was paralyzed by fear, and something palpable. I heard my father’s wheezing sounds as the firearm grazed the ground once again, softer this time, was it lifted? By whom? How? He fired. All I know is when I looked at the shot, the barrel was pointed at his own chest with his own hands. I wanted to scream, my lip bled from how hard I bit it. I was scared. More than scared, I was broken. How could that happen? I involuntarily whimpered, crying and sniffling. The moment was too much.

After a brief moment, I heard a thud. I’m sure that was my father’s body. I felt his presence approaching; no steps were heard. I couldn’t tell if he was rushing; my senses were taken away by the darkness. I just felt him closer and closer then, near and nearer until I could feel his chilly breath against my left shoulder. I swear I heard a giggle, or was that the wind through the cracks? I closed my eyes, even if that mattered nothing, and hoped it would disappear. He did, slowly vanishing till I could feel my muscles again and was able to move.

The moment I felt free, I stumbled towards my father’s body, where I remember he was last time, and searched chaotically for the flashlight, hands trembling, my world crumbling in this cave. I found it in his pocket, his body still warm, a hope still left. His breath was ragged. I open the flashlight and left it aside, our only hope and beacon in that little patch of light. His pupils were wide, and blood poured from his chest. I pressed on it, shaking, hopeless. He looked at me, smiling, and reached out with the firearm in his hand. His voice was weak, but clear. “This is your fight now... Son.” That moment crushed me. I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes, being so angry at myself, so useless.

He resisted until the end. But he won’t see the war.

I will.

I will hunt down every single one of those motherfuckers.

Every last one”, the General’s mind slowly shifted to jokes again, clearing his throat from grim emotions with a heavy sigh, trying to switch his mood away from the morbid entries. ~They followed protocol and stripped the office of everything valuable. Judging by this chair, they didn’t have much to choose from. He closed his eyes and fell asleep as soon as he calmed his breath, with the entries remaining in the back of his head.

Zone 1 - City Vryzal

Vryzal, the capital of the Poxitarium’s Planet, was once a bustling hub of life and purpose, but is now a desolate wasteland with creatures invading every corner.

Kaizu and his partner found themselves with a clear mission: cleanse zone 1 of the infestation. Their journey led them to an old, wrecked ship that had long since been abandoned.

Inside the wrecked vessel, the stench of decay filled the air. The ship’s interior was a tangled mess of rusted metal and broken machinery, its once-proud hull now a skeleton of its former glory.

Thud. Clatter.

“Uhhwuah!!...“She exclaimed, barely containing her fear, her trembling fingers pointing towards the compartment to their left, the doorway revealing only darkness beyond.

Her eyes darted around nervously, fear etched into her features. The Crawled Eyes, with their myriad blinking orbs and nightmarish speed, had always been her greatest terror. She flinched as the sound of skittering grew nearer, and in a sudden burst of panic, she dashed behind a nearby stack of crates, her breath coming in ragged, frightened gasps.

“Kaizuu!!!” Her cry was filled with desperation, her weapon feeling like an anchor rather than a tool of defense.

Kaizu stepped in front of the doorway, his demeanor calm and unshaken. “I’ve got this. Stay back.” His weapon, an extension of himself, was familiar and reassuring. His voice was steady, a beacon of stability amidst the chaos.

The crawling creature burst in front of him, its body a blinking mass of eyes that caught every movement with unsettling precision.

Pew pew pew pew—four shots rang out in quick succession. It let out a high-pitched shriek, its legs twitching erratically before falling still in a cloud of dust and debris.

He turned to his partner, a soft, reassuring smile playing at his lips. “You can come out now.”

Her admiration was evident as she emerged, her eyes wide with a mixture of relief and curiosity. “What kind of weapon is that?” she asked, her fear momentarily replaced with curiosity.

Kaizu’s smile faded slightly as he glanced down at the firearm. “It’s my father’s. A weapon crafted by a master weaponsmith for battles like these. It’s heavy. Too heavy for you.” He teased gently, his voice carrying a note of reverence for the legacy it represented.

Her eyes gleamed upon the massive firearm, the shiny texture catching the faint light that filtered through the broken walls of the ship. The grip bore dark marks of countless battles, scratches, and dents, proof of the weapon’s history. A part of her wanted to reach out, to feel, to know what it’s like, but she also understood that the weight was more than physical. It was steeped in history and sacrifice.

Kaizu’s father. Razdov. The name resonated deeply, evoking memories of heroism and sacrifice. For a moment, she felt a pang of guilt, realizing that Kaizu’s strength was more than she could ever handle. ~How do you bear such a weight?~ she wondered, observing him as he holstered the weapon with practiced ease.

Kaizu’s gaze remained focused on the path ahead, leading the way further inside the wrecked ship, his face a mask of calm composure. But beneath that facade, his thoughts were anything but serene.

Her focus, on the other hand, was drawn to the mess of torn metal and shattered equipment that was lit by the failing, flickering lights. Walking carefully between them and some slime, she sensed in the air a decaying smell and something sharp. An acrid tang of pheromones was coming from the walls that were dirty with the same slimy essence where more cracked eggs were found.

Debris was crushed under the weight of his boots, a sign that the infestation was near. His eyes sharply scanned the eggs that were nestled in the corners, their surface radiating an otherworldly green glow. He turned to her, whose eyes were unfocused and lost.

“We need to be quick,” he said, his voice steady, as he took the explosives out of his box. ”Set the charges over here and clear the area. We can’t let them hatch.”

“Huh?..” Her eyes darted at him in surprise, her mind elsewhere. “Y-Yes, yes, right away,” she says quickly, forcing her focus to surface. She kneels and takes them carefully, one by one, as if they were babies. ~What if it blows up in my hand?~, she doubts internally. ~No, that can’t happen, they have safety code, I’m good. I hope.~ Her hands were shaking visibly with anxiety, her panic noticeable enough for Kaizu to understand she was a rookie fresh out of graduation. Kaizu was guarding her back, his arms crossed, waiting for the mission to be over. After she planted them, she set the timer to 3 minutes, the beep alerting Kaizu to get moving.

“Alright, let’s go. Good job, rookie.” He said, smirking teasingly.

“E-eerh?? Rookie?? Just because you’re a year older than me, that doesn’t make me a rookie!” She exclaims, offended, shoving Kaizu’s arm with her finger, pushing him slightly. Kaizu noticed the way her eyes darted around, her fear being constant. He wanted to make her feel safe, at least in this moment. It was clear she admired him; he knows it. She also noticed something about him. The way his shoulders tensed, the clench of his jaw. While they were ruminating unknowingly about each other, Kaizu noticed the set timer, and his wide eyes widened as fast as he flinched. “Are you fucking nuts?!” Less than 2 minutes, Kaizu grabbed her hand and darted as fast as they could out of there. The grab was painful as she yelped, confused, the anxiety rising even further. “What!? What happened?” She asked while being dragged by him so fast she could barely keep up.

“The timer was set at 3 minutes! Why?!” He yelled, panic in his voice, scared they would not make it out. They slowed down as the debris and wires became challenging to avoid at a certain point. Kaizu was careful not to slip over the slime, while she tried not to get tangled in the wires, her feet being smaller.

“The protocol said 3!!” She yells back, despair washing over her face, her eyebrows furrowed, her lips parted in shock, teeth gritting while trying to keep up with him, his grip on her wrist tight enough it was scary.

He looked back at her, scared with full realisation in his eyes what she had mistaken. “3 extra minutes over the current time! So that’s 6 minutes, you...!” He stopped himself before he could say something that might have hurt her, abruptly, as if not intended.

Her eyes were filled with tears from the emotion of her mistake.

“Did I fuck up?” Her broken voice filled with guilt made Kaizu stop for a brief moment, unprepared, and look at her with guilt for his reaction. ~Have I hesitated too much when I set the timer?~ she questioned herself while looking at Kaizu stop.

A final beep of the reminder made them look back simultaneously. “We need to move faster!” he exclaimed, tightening the grip around her wrist and dragging her with him. They were breathless and hurried, sprinting through the wire maze, covered in slime.

They rounded a corner and noticed the exit, familiar purple sky, and hope rising in their hearts. Kaizu’s focus wavered, and his foot slipped into a hole with wires. He instantly let go of her hand and yelled, “Run!!!”

She raised her hands in shock at her lips, eyes wide in panic and tears, frozen in place, looking at him, trapped, struggling to untangle his leg.

She kneeled beside him, her hands shaking with fear, reaching out to his stuck boot. She tried to lift his leg with her full force and was startled by his yelling voice, “I said run!” Full of despair, he left an involuntary broken sound at the end.

She got up crying, her emotions taking the better of her, and ran panicked towards the exit. Once she reached safety, her face pale and tear-streaked, she looked back, her arms at her chest, yelling from the top of her lungs, “Kaizu!! Noo! You have to get out!!", she cried. She tried to speak, but another cry ripped out of her before she could form a word.

He felt the last seconds slipping away, while he tried to take his boot out and didn’t work; the whole thing was too deep and thick, he tried to take the whole leg out, too big, he couldn’t. Every struggle meant a lost plan, and he started to run out of options. He controlled his breath under the ticking pressure and closed his eyes, concentrating on his lessons and training. He leaned forward, crawling on the floor and pulling so hard with no other choice to sprain his ankle out of the boot in a straight position to slip out. He groaned in pain and yelped, but kept pulling till he finally got out.

The ship’s structure hummed in response to the early explosion. Dust and debris jumped slightly from the ground, a force of pushed hot air hitting his face while he managed to get up, limping.

She was kneeling and sobbing, now devastated by the shattering explosion that she had witnessed before her eyes. “Kaizu, no...” While she whimpered, she closed her eyes tight shut, memories of their time together flooding her mind, making her sob even harder. ~I killed him!!.. Fuck!~

Her comm interface, placed on her waist, beeped, startling her body into a tremor she didn’t expect. Anxiety rose when she knew who they were. The commanders were waiting for an answer that they were supposed to give 10 minutes ago. She didn’t know what to tell them. That she messed up? That she killed her friend? Her partner? She didn’t know what to tell them. She wasn’t ready for punishments, and even less for his burial. She ignored it, knowing that they would be here in some time, anyway.

She stood up from the ground and wiped away her tears, trying to compose herself. She looked back at the ship, now what remained of it, smoke and ruins. She took a step towards the ruins, but before she could do that, she felt something clacking behind her. She stood as still as possible, fear taking over. ~I shouldn’t be out here; it’s getting dark. Fuck..what creature is that??! Just...Take me, I don’t care anymore.~ She thought to herself, avoiding turning towards the noise momentarily. She took a deep breath, realising her firearm was in the ruins, and braced her core and arms instead. She turned away quickly with a battle cry not even she knew she had and lunged with a punch forward, keeping her eyes shut down out of fear.

A thud on the ground was heard right after the impact of her punch. She kept her eyes shut while she thought to herself after analyzing the silence, still scared to open her eyes. ~Oh my lords, did I do it? Did I knock out a creature with my punch?! No way!!~ Her sense of pride rose deep in her core, and she decided to open her eyes bravely. Rubbing her eyes to adjust to the bright light of the two suns, only to realise what she has done.

She gasped in shock at the sight of the lying body. Her tears were building up, blurring her vision once again. She mumbled incoherently as her sobs got louder.

A groan was heard and a familiar mutter right after, coming from beneath her, where the thud was heard. He rubbed his eyebrows tiredly with a pinch of annoyance. ” I crawled till here, and you couldn’t even notice,” he sighed, reaching his head with his hand.

“Kaizu..” she kept crying, grateful he was alive. Her eyes were so puffed from the sobbing that she couldn’t even see the state Kaizu was in. No words came out, but she did reach out blindly to hug him. When she embraced him, she felt no movement in return, his body limp. “Oh no!” She took her pink mask down and wiped away her tears, trying to get a grip on herself. She checked his neck pulse, his skin soft to the touch.~At least he’s alive. I have to call the Commanders!~ She reached out to the comm and pressed the button, her hands slightly shaking. “My partner is unconscious; he needs medical help, please hurry!”

She wiped her mask and put it back on, waiting for the rescue team to arrive, holding his head in her lap. It didn’t take long. When they arrived, they weren’t alone. Analysts arrived together with their Sergeant. Sergeant Basco.

She saw them from afar and analyzed them quietly, fear and anxiety dropping in her stomach. The analysts were chatting in white trench coats and documents in their hands. Behind them were the medics jogging with special equipment. She didn’t know what to tell them; it wasn’t supposed to go like this, and time was ticking once again. The Sergeant was approaching as well, behind in their shadow, moving like he owned the dirt under his boots. When she saw him, she panicked and clenched her fists, looking down in terror out of instinct. ~He’s here too?!~ mortified, she closed her eyes, forcing the tears to stay inside. She didn’t have time, not anymore. The footsteps were closer when she finally heard one of the medics addressing her.

“Soldier, step back.” And she did. Got up and forced herself internally to look as composed and as prepared as possible. She watched them carrying him away towards the special vehicle while the Analyzers scattered throughout the ship to check if everything was in order and if the mission was successful.

The Sergeant approached close enough, and she swallowed dry, ready to salute him.“Zhail Pox!” She exclaimed, placing her fist on her chest.

“Zhail Pox.” He said casually, his arms folding in front of her while looking towards the ship with a curious manner. “What happened here, soldier?” He asked while taking out a light gray document, fitting to his uniform and rank, ready to write down details and send them further.

She took a moment before answering, thinking long and hard, gazing at him like a scared vediel. He couldn’t see the terror on her face, her mask hiding away every trace. All he noticed was a composed woman ready to hand information.

And she did. She pointed towards the ship and explained neutrally. “After setting the timer, Kaizu’s leg fell into a hole when reaching for the exit. The wires were everywhere, and he didn’t notice the hole.” She took a steady breath before continuing, “I had nothing at disposal to cut the wires with, the protocol didn’t state there were gonna be wires everywhere, so we only took our firearms.” She paused, waiting for a reply.

He reached with his fingers thoughtfully towards his chin, letting out a low, curious “Hm,” before continuing. “The inspector told me before handing the written protocol that the mission wasn’t supposed to be dangerous at all and that your team was fit for it. That’s why I chose you.” He wrote down something in the light gray notebook before continuing. ”My sincerest apologies, I will make sure to take care of the expenses needed for both of your recoveries. I am glad you are both safe. You did well, soldier.” He smiled while tapping on her shoulder, a small, kind gesture of safety.

“Thank you, Sergeant Basco.” She looked at him leave, and sighing gratefully, she escaped this. ~I hope Kaizu won’t rat me out.~ She thought while leaving as well, towards the base.

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Translations from Poxitarian to English.

Vediel - A poxitarian squirrel.

Zhail Pox - The Salute of Poxits between soldiers and higher-ups. It means “In service to the Poxitarium Planet. Thank you for your hard work!”