Splootalien | OFFICIAL |

The research station’s lead technician, a jittery being named Klik, waved six of his arms from a reinforced window. “It’s been like this for three cycles! It slid under the perimeter fence, splooted in the main courtyard, and now we can’t launch probes. Every time we try, it mrrps and the gravitational stabilizers go haywire.”

Klik’s voice crackled over the comm. “Dr. Voss? Are you… bonding with the anomaly?” splootalien

She reached into her kit and pulled out a standard-issue xenopsychological comfort cube—soft, warm, and shaped like a triangle. She placed it two meters from the creature’s nose. The research station’s lead technician, a jittery being

In the far reaches of the Chitin Expanse, the Galactic Zoological Society received a distress signal from the mud-volcano moon of Gloop VII. The message was brief, sticky, and smelled faintly of damp socks: “SOMETHING IS SPLOOTING OUR RESEARCH STATION.” Every time we try, it mrrps and the

She patted the splootalien’s fuzzy flank. “ Thwap. ”