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Yay! done! finally!
Ok, the black Skirmisher belongs to SkirmisherDak

And the pink one's mine.

If you are wondering what they are looking at because its in like, a heat vision-type detector thing, they are looking at a wonderful display of explosions as the humans(enemies) explode and crap.

Anywho, you may just ask yourself, "who is that child and why is she on this ship?"

That, friends, is me. I drew myself with my favourite shirt on (its a Portal 2 shirt )

How did I get on? I snuck on. why? who knows, I'm me- of course I would do stupid things liek that! duur.

and now for...

STORY TIME!

Luckily they have not spotted me. I would surely be doomed.. I needed to find my way out and quick. Why am I in here, you may wonder? It's because I am simply fascinated by their technology. I love the glowing lights that seemed so bright in the dim-lighted ship. The only things keeping the ship awake and lit up was it's controls and odd-shaped dimmed Flourescent lights on the walls, weapon racks, doors, the floor , controls and on the cieling.
There were no windows-unless, of course, behind that holographic screen was one. Who knows?
There were two aliens. They seemed to be distracted by the explosions in front of them. As if watching movie. They communicated to each other in ways I could not understand. One could talk, though. Every once in a while I'd hear an Enlgish word sputter out in rage or cheering on it's foes deaths and allies' success. It's armor was quite strange too. Well, all their armor was strange, though. I am not used to seeing such strangeness. My people, the humans, were dying and here I was sitting behind a wall listening to the cheers and laughs of my worst fears. Why am I here, you may also ask? It is because I wanted to explore. Stupidly, I wondered onto this ship. I knew I was not going to make it, even on Earth, so why not just go then?
But I wanted to stay concealed for as long as possible. If I was going to die, I wanted to die with information and something to know and realize. Not that it would matter, but still. I wanted-no-NEEDED to know what was going on here.

I heard a low growl around the corner. My eyes slowly turned toward it. I jumped back and I could feel my skin crawl as I looked at the monstrous figure. What was it? It was not a, as THEY call it, Storm Jackal. No, I hid from him. He was looking for me, but he never found me.
No, this was just purely monstrous! This thing I have never seen before!
I would die by the hands of this thing! like, now...

***added story to it naow. ;3

Description
Yay! done! finally!
Ok, the black Skirmisher belongs to SkirmisherDak

And the pink one's mine.

If you are wondering what they are looking at because its in like, a heat vision-type detector thing, they are looking at a wonderful display of explosions as the humans(enemies) explode and crap.

Anywho, you may just ask yourself, "who is that child and why is she on this ship?"

That, friends, is me. I drew myself with my favourite shirt on (its a Portal 2 shirt )

How did I get on? I snuck on. why? who knows, I'm me- of course I would do stupid things liek that! duur.

and now for...

STORY TIME!

Luckily they have not spotted me. I would surely be doomed.. I needed to find my way out and quick. Why am I in here, you may wonder? It's because I am simply fascinated by their technology. I love the glowing lights that seemed so bright in the dim-lighted ship. The only things keeping the ship awake and lit up was it's controls and odd-shaped dimmed Flourescent lights on the walls, weapon racks, doors, the floor , controls and on the cieling.
There were no windows-unless, of course, behind that holographic screen was one. Who knows?
There were two aliens. They seemed to be distracted by the explosions in front of them. As if watching movie. They communicated to each other in ways I could not understand. One could talk, though. Every once in a while I'd hear an Enlgish word sputter out in rage or cheering on it's foes deaths and allies' success. It's armor was quite strange too. Well, all their armor was strange, though. I am not used to seeing such strangeness. My people, the humans, were dying and here I was sitting behind a wall listening to the cheers and laughs of my worst fears. Why am I here, you may also ask? It is because I wanted to explore. Stupidly, I wondered onto this ship. I knew I was not going to make it, even on Earth, so why not just go then?
But I wanted to stay concealed for as long as possible. If I was going to die, I wanted to die with information and something to know and realize. Not that it would matter, but still. I wanted-no-NEEDED to know what was going on here.

I heard a low growl around the corner. My eyes slowly turned toward it. I jumped back and I could feel my skin crawl as I looked at the monstrous figure. What was it? It was not a, as THEY call it, Storm Jackal. No, I hid from him. He was looking for me, but he never found me.
No, this was just purely monstrous! This thing I have never seen before!
I would die by the hands of this thing! like, now...

***added story to it naow. ;3