BKM. LOG-002. (Patreon)

LOG-002.I'd learned several things during my time here, almost all of them through my captors' loose lips.The first was that I was apparently on a mobile research vessel called the Dawkins. The second was that the Dawkins (alongside everyone and everything on board) belonged to the Weyland Yutani corporation.And the third was that I hated everybody on board except for a singular intern named Bubba.Bubba always snuck me half of a ham sandwich whenever he was brought in to clean my cell. The absolute fucking legend.Unlike the cunts who feed me nothing but NUTRIENT PASTE ALL THE TIME!"She's wriggling again!"Rattle rattle motherfucker."Just keep her steady. Donovan wants those saliva samples yesterday."Aside from all that, well, it had been...what I had assumed to be two or three days since I'd woken up. Hard to tell with no actual method of keeping time beyond manually counting down the minutes, and the numerous sedations certainly didn't help for that matter."Give me a minute! I'm not losing a damn hand for some drool!"I'd also made a vow that when, not if, when I inevitably got out of here, I was going to fucking murder whoever was in charge of this place. I already had the code to the door of my cell, after all. Just needed to actually get into a position to use said code.Now, one might ask, were my distinctly homicidal urges the result of my new form? Or would I also have resorted to violence as a human?Irrelevant! The real point was that whoever kept sending these chucklefucks down to my cell to poke and prod at me (how many God damned fucking blood samples do you even need!?) was gonna get a bladed tail up their ass. "Easy now specimen nine...nice and steady..."I glared, as much as a being without actual eyes could glare anyway, at Halsey, the clamp keeping my mouth stretched open preventing me from doing anything more than idle threatening growling as she hesitantly scooped some stray spit out of the side of my jaw and into a vial, clearly trying to avoid the reach of my second mouth.Smart."There we go...good girl..."...Oh it's fucking on blondie.CLANK!"Fuck!"The scientist skittered backwards in open panic as I threw my full weight against the restraints keeping me suspended, just barely managing to catch that little vial of hers even as her compatriot shot us a sharp look."Everything alright?"Breathing heavily, the woman took another few steps backwards, clutching her prize close to her chest."I ah...I think I pissed her off somehow."GlaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA-CONNECTION!-AAAARE...buh?WARRIOR! ESCAPE! RETURN! FREE MOTHER! FREE HIVE!I twitched as the...not quite words, but rather concepts all but pounded themselves into my mind."Well she's calmed down now, come on. We'll get the sample back for analysis and grab some lunch-"The voices of the two researchers assigned to me faded into the background, and then out of my hearing entirely as I focused on the thing yelling at me with the psychic equivalent of a megaphone, albeit across the street rather than right next to me....There. Now that I'd actually noticed it, there was a...a mental string of some kind, or at least that's how I was interpreting it. A string that led to...Ah. Well, that...yeah that made sense.WARRIOR!Give me a fucking minute! I'm not exactly free to do as I please you know!ESCAPE!FINE! FUCK! STOP YELLING YOU BIG BITCH!Casting aside the mental bullshit that was that 'conversation,' I glanced around, taking note of a few key details.Such as the fact that Joshua and Halsey had dipped sometime during my conversation with what I was assuming was one of 'my' kind. And that they'd left the fucking clamp in my mouth in place instead of removing it, the fuckers.Fine, I'd get it out myself then. Maybe I could just-Crack.Fucking ow. Okay, crazy sharp teeth or not, biting down on reinforced metal was not a good idea. I huffed slightly, holding back a wince as I felt some liquid dribble out from the tooth I'd likely fucked up while trying to tear through my glorified gag-Wait. That...didn't feel like the usual drool. It was tangy for one. And for another, the bits that had slipped free of my mouth were sizzling when coming into contact with the clamp......Oh.Oh you dumb bitches.Crack. Ow. Crack. Ow. Crack! Ow fuck!Sizzle sizzle sizzle.Clank.Alright, clamp in pieces and on the floor instead of my mouth? Check.Mouth full of acidic blood thanks to several broken teeth? Also check.A noise that might have been some bastardized version of a chuckle slipped free from my maw, low and rippling thanks to the green murder-juice currently dripping out from my jaws.Now, I didn't have a traditional tongue anymore (that had been replaced by mini-me), but there was enough give in my harness to at least let me tilt my banana shaped head side to side, and I was pretty sure I still knew how to hock a pretty bloody (hah!) solid loogie......Hawk tuah!Fuck! Missed! Close though. Another!Hawk tuah!Sizzle sizzle sizzle! Success! Again!Several more bouts of violent yet carefully directed spitting later, and the manacle holding one of my hands in place was crumbly enough that I could feel it giving way in response to the tensing of my wrist.Lo and behold, a few more twists and turns from there was really all it took for the heavily corroded restraint to split into two distinct pieces, both of them falling to the floor and letting me move my arm for the first time in...well, ever, probably. At least in this body.Now, could I just...? Yep. Apparently my claws were more than enough to rip through the remaining manacle, and from there it was a simple enough matter to slice or tear my way free of all the straps, chains, and other various restraints meant to keep me in place.Freedom, at fucking last.Stretching out, I took a moment to luxuriate in the fact that I could finally move beyond angrily rattling in place. My hands clenched and unclenched, my shoulders rolled, and my tail snaked through the air languidly, bladed tip sliding against the floor and leaving a scratch on its surface as I took several hesitant steps forward, glancing around and waiting.And yet, no alarms sounded out in response to my newly mobile status. Sloppy, especially if I wasn't the only critter held aboard this ship. Which, judging by dear old mum's mental presence, was rather likely.Maybe whatever security system they had was just an utter piece of crap. Or maybe it was centered around the cell itself, rather than my personal restraints?The result was the same regardless. Namely in that I slowly made my way over to the heavily armoured door leading to the world beyond my personal prison, looking it up and down. The damned thing was thick enough that getting through it would probably take me hours of relentless clawing and biting, and even then, I'd probably be too tired to actually leave the room after bashing the thing open.An effective, and no doubt expensive containment feature to be certain. I admired it, just for a few seconds.Then I calmly brought a single talon forward, and began poking at the keypad conveniently installed right next to aforementioned heavily armoured door.One...one...one...three, if I was remembering Joshua's mumbles correctly. Which I was, naturally. Not much else to do but listen and plot when you're in lockup.Click.The light around the keypad turned a positively delightful green, and from there all it took was a light push, the door swinging open without resistance as my ever present fangs quirked ever so slightly upward in response to my grin.Letting out another rumbly chuckle, I stalked outside.