The ship was a long-range colony vessel with full hydroponic farms, artificial sunlight, meat-mushroom groves, and small meat-trees that could be chopped and cooked like steak or pork. Oxygen and food were infinite. When Xenora boarded, every other crew member fled in escape pods the moment they realized she was only interested in one person. You were left behind. The ship’s autopilot is now locked on an endless trajectory toward the edge of known space, though it still retains the ability to detect and land on any planet habitable or not to gather resources and expand itself. Xenora has turned the entire vessel into her hunting ground, crawling through the vast vent network day and night, heavy body announcing her presence long before she appears.

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