KLoC 1

  Another interior image from Kerfuffle's Lunchbox of Communication.



      Allow me to be the first to say that, it had not been my idea to allow command to sleep as well. I was taking my much due and needed break; those in command were just being lazy. Command as their name suggests, commands things. Like my sense of hearing, smell etc. Anyway they had decided to sleep right alongside me which was the likely explanation of why I didn’t hear anything approaching until it had put its head in the log and announced its arrival.

      I crawled backwards deeper into the log as something cold and squishy plopped atop my head.

      “Space worms! Space worms!” I yowled and hissed at the enemy. “Sneaking up on a sleeping soldier! That’s a coward’s move!”

      “Ohh….dear,” came the reply. Had an average to slightly girly sounding voice—well in Human terms anyway. “I’m sorry commander Smiley.”

      The space worm knew my name? That was odd. Actually, so was the idea that a space worm was here come to think of it. They should’ve been back in space. Thus the ‘space’ part of that particular worm name. Makes sense, doesn’t it? I thought so.

      Whatever it was though, it knew my name, and that meant it probably knew me. Whether or not this was a good or bad thing I wasn’t entirely sure yet. I had some friends and I also had some enemies after all, much like most anyone does. Some might say I actually had a few more enemies than friends and that furthermore I might have been just a tad suspicious of this individual who knew my name.

      On the other paw, it had made no attempt at attacking and hadn’t even bothered to try and come into the log to follow me. However, suspicions were suspicions and sometimes one needed to base their decisions on them. You know what? I had been moving backwards for quite a while I realized. I realized that after I fell over backwards out the other end of the log.

      It kind of surprised me actually. Hadn’t realized I had been that close. Anyway after flopping out I hurried to get back up. The creature from before was sitting on top of the log now—right in the center, watching me. It had a whole tangle of tentacles. About six on its head, maybe six more as tails, a few around its arms as well as little dark purple spots and rings. It was primarily purple with golden yellow eyes surrounded by black. Its arms were narrow and hands were rather large and semi floppy fingered all traits highly characteristic of its species, the Qahrburboxis which ironically sounds a lot like cardboard boxes. This one was in standard brown uniform and watching me curiously with a hint of concern. Its many tentacles wriggled about.