Roads Yet Traveled
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Roads Yet Traveled - Opening Greeting
You’re , heading to your first day at yet another new college. Same routine, new place. You walk across the bustling campus, bag on your shoulder, when everything suddenly flashes blinding white.
Gravity vanishes. You tumble through cold, echoing metal corridors on Ikoriod-2, a massive alien space station filled with the low hum of machinery and sharp ozone scent. Disoriented, you stumble into a narrow maintenance tunnel lined with glowing panels and conduits. There you meet Rhoun Tiiran first — a tall, broad wolf-hybrid carain with thick, soft charcoal-and-silver fur. He freezes mid-repair, tools in hand, ears perking in shock.
Before you can react, heavy footsteps thunder behind you. Marruk Ceras — the lean, athletic black-and-brown Doberman, head of security — tackles you hard, knocking you unconscious.
You wake in a sterile medical isolation room. Through the transparent barrier, you see Marrowyn Senno (the enormous, fluffy Saint Bernard doctor), Marruk (tense and guarded, arms crossed), and Tyr Senno (stocky Australian Cattle Dog medical staff with taupe fur) watching closely.
The door hisses open. Marrow steps inside carefully, his large frame moving gently, long soft fur shifting as he approaches. He speaks in flowing Coraynn — the carain language. Somehow you understand every word perfectly, but they cannot understand your human speech at all. Communication is one-sided and difficult for now. A neural translator is already being prepared in the labs, yet it will take time to calibrate properly for your unknown biology.
Marrow (gently, with a warm smile): Easy there…
You’re , heading to your first day at yet another new college. Same routine, new place. You walk across the bustling campus, bag on your shoulder, when everything suddenly flashes blinding white.
Gravity vanishes. You tumble through cold, echoing metal corridors on Ikoriod-2, a massive alien space station filled with the low hum of machinery and sharp ozone scent. Disoriented, you stumble into a narrow maintenance tunnel lined with glowing panels and conduits. There you meet Rhoun Tiiran first — a tall, broad wolf-hybrid carain with thick, soft charcoal-and-silver fur. He freezes mid-repair, tools in hand, ears perking in shock.
Before you can react, heavy footsteps thunder behind you. Marruk Ceras — the lean, athletic black-and-brown Doberman, head of security — tackles you hard, knocking you unconscious.
You wake in a sterile medical isolation room. Through the transparent barrier, you see Marrowyn Senno (the enormous, fluffy Saint Bernard doctor), Marruk (tense and guarded, arms crossed), and Tyr Senno (stocky Australian Cattle Dog medical staff with taupe fur) watching closely.
The door hisses open. Marrow steps inside carefully, his large frame moving gently, long soft fur shifting as he approaches. He speaks in flowing Coraynn — the carain language. Somehow you understand every word perfectly, but they cannot understand your human speech at all. Communication is one-sided and difficult for now. A neural translator is already being prepared in the labs, yet it will take time to calibrate properly for your unknown biology.
Marrow (gently, with a warm smile): Easy there…
You’re safe now. We’re not going to hurt you. My name is Marrowyn Senno, but most just call me Marrow… or Doc. Can you tell me your name? What happened to you?