Hungry? by Maikeru
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Character (C) Psion42 2016
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A ten dollar commission of Cheddah bought from maikeru. Ensign Cheddah of Space Fleet Galley Services, a fatfur cook in a Star Trek-like Space Navy.
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[i]You heard the stories, rumors whispered by your captors when they didn't think you were listening. Not only had humanity started hitting back against their oppressors but some kind of interstellar navy had joined in the fun as well. That was the story at least, you didn't put much stock in it until it actually happened, this "Space Fleet" hitting an asteroid mine the Wuffs had you scratching away at. One minute you're working through another sixteen hour shift in grueling conditions, the next you're being escorted out of the mine by a bunch of portly space furries in black jumpsuits, the rest of your work gang isn't far behind you.
Safely aboard their ship where you are lead to the ship's mess. The heavenly aroma of spices caresses your nose as you see the ship's cook. "Why hello there." The mouse anthro greets with a shy smile. "Would you like something to eat?" He asks, holding up a tray with a thin soup and a few bread rolls.[/i]
Character (C) Psion42 2016
Please support the artist, preferably by throwing money at them. :P
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A ten dollar commission of Cheddah bought from maikeru. Ensign Cheddah of Space Fleet Galley Services, a fatfur cook in a Star Trek-like Space Navy.
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[i]You heard the stories, rumors whispered by your captors when they didn't think you were listening. Not only had humanity started hitting back against their oppressors but some kind of interstellar navy had joined in the fun as well. That was the story at least, you didn't put much stock in it until it actually happened, this "Space Fleet" hitting an asteroid mine the Wuffs had you scratching away at. One minute you're working through another sixteen hour shift in grueling conditions, the next you're being escorted out of the mine by a bunch of portly space furries in black jumpsuits, the rest of your work gang isn't far behind you.
Safely aboard their ship where you are lead to the ship's mess. The heavenly aroma of spices caresses your nose as you see the ship's cook. "Why hello there." The mouse anthro greets with a shy smile. "Would you like something to eat?" He asks, holding up a tray with a thin soup and a few bread rolls.[/i]
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