Scales and Tails of Fate

N01-5-2, Vil, has lived four hundred years as a second-class citizen, a reptilian hybrid created from creatures from the stars who left as mysteriously as they came. Worshiped like gods, the ancient progenitors advanced humanity with gene therapy, which became their downfall, as the very DNA they relied on poisoned them. Relegated to traveling the galaxy with his ragtag reptilian crew, they set course to an abandoned military base on an old asteroid and find something the progenitors shouldn't have left behind frozen in wait. N03-1, Noel, sits in wait for his rescuer. Every day, he puts out a single SOS call, his cryogenic stasis limited on how much his brain can process. Dimly aware of the passage of time, he sits in contemplation of his family that left him behind, the government that controlled him, and the legacy of pain and death that remains. Every day, he says the same thing. "Today will be different." When a hybreed soldier peers at him through the frosted glass of his stasis chamber, he knows it'll be different this time.

Doc Hundreds of years after the progenitors visited Mater Terra and ruined everything, their long-lost omega has been discovered, and he wants nothing to do with taking over planets. He wants to raise his son, make more babies, and live in peace. Honestly? Can. Relate. But as a mostly human hybreed, I lack the parts to do so-but not for long. Change is coming, and so is a new Progenitor who smells divine, but I don't love him. The man I love is dying, and I'd do anything to keep him with me just a little longer. Sarge I've spent 40 years pretending to be human, not that the hybreeds were observant enough to tell. Of all the things I've done in my long, unethical life, falling in love was the last thing I wanted to do. But just as it appears my time is running out, I'm leaving behind a multitude of sins and the love of my life. I just hope the last thing I see when I go isn't him in the wrong arms.