I'm not sure why I keep recording these things. Probably because I need some kind of hope out here. I got a weird one this time, although I swear the more critters I see, the more I'm convinced that Hollywood is controlled by aliens. I've dubbed this one 'the Tandoori Chicken'.
Of course Aeryn would be pissed hearing me call it that. She kinda grew attached to the thing. I was sad to see it go, since in the end it was surprisingly loyal. But I can't really get worked up about it right now. I have too many other things driving me up the wall.
It started with Rygel and Chiana... again. They came back with a creature, for a shipment of parasite infected supplies we had gotten from yet another sketchy space dealer. The parasite of course was supposed to be bad enough that it could theoretically wipe out the ship. So they brought E.T.'s bastard brother on board, it's called a Vorc and it is this parasite's only natural predator apparently. The thing weighed about fifty pounds maybe, and looked about as fierce as that Chihuahua mom tried to convince you get for her fiftieth.
What we didn't know was that the Vorc was actually two creatures. That's where the Tandoori chicken comes in. When the parasite was close, the Vorc would transform into this insect like thing, with these silly claw arms. But it was fast, and deadly. At first I thought it was the parasite, because D'Argo was attacked and the Tandoori Chicken was on top of him. So I shot at it, then Aeryn and I hunted it. Come to think of it we shoot at a lot of things. Anyway, we were wrong, but it was too late and we wounded it.
Yet even wounded it kept doing its thing. Eventually it rooted out the parasite, which had somehow cocooned Rygel and copied him. If it hadn't been for the Vorc's sacrifice we probably wouldn't have figured it out in time. Sparky is fine of course, I'm not entirely sure the slug can be killed. D'Argo will be too, although he had to spend quite a while in a suspension tank. You know, if one of our base's doctors saw how Zhaan heals, they would probably have a cow. Then they would immediately ask her a thousand questions. I have no idea how she does what she does, but I'm thankful she's here. She's saved our butts more times than I can remember.
I don't know if I can be saved, though. I feel like I'm slippin. I'm seeing Scorpius, like all the time. And he's talking to me, I'm even playing frelling chess with the guy. I don't know if he's a hallucination or what, but I can feel him, crawling inside my head. I can't shake him, and it's getting to me. Even Aeryn can't seem to break though this new wall I've erected around myself. I feel detached, isolated. I'm scared, Dad.
God, I wish you were here. Miss ya, love ya,
J.D. Balthazar is a confirmed nerd who loves most things sci-fi or fantasy-related.