Re-written in non-script form to follow guidelines. Sorry, I thought I read the guidelines pretty thoroughly, but I must have missed it.
A small fuzzy humanoid creature with tiny horns and buck-teeth approaches a bar in an orbital space station. A sign on the front of the establishment dubs it the- Ow! Let go of my text!
"Shoo! Go away! Stupid narrative sentences." I said, chucking the narrative in a trash bin as I began my monologue. Then I turned to look at the building in front of me.
The Wretched Hive. A Maaccaedamian cesspool of scum and villainy. The Maaccaede aren't so bad... It's their customers that are the most feared and dangerous beings in the galaxy. I didn't have anything better to do as my ship got fixed though, so I went inside to get a drink.
I hopped up onto the stool and placed an order. "One cup of Rainbow Spice Gargleblaster, bartender!"
"One Rainbow Spice Gargleblaster, coming up..." the big blue insectoid replied. "You sure you can drink that?"
"Oh, yeah. Sure. Always look down on the little guy. Of course I can drink it!"
Seriously, I can't stand how every other race thinks of my species. Ridiculous.
"If you say so..." He then got to work on mixing the ingredients.
As the bartender turned away, some brute walked in with a couple of thugs. Checked the Sporepedia, says the guys name is Killo. Apparently he's an ace captain who shot down a thousand ships in 5 minutes during the ill-fated Battle of Globox. The Skylien lost their home-world because he was with the invaders. A bad temper and a mean streak a parsec wide.
"Hey, runt! You're in my seat." he said with a nasty grin.
"Oh. My mistake." I then quickly got off. I know when to back off, and besides I had a better way of dealing with this sporebag.
I hopped off and watched with a smirk as the Volt-Bolt I attached to the cheap metal stool sent him off to dreamland, first class. Without a leader, the two thugs just dragged him out and retreated. That was when I heard the Muphilox and Rhuingon at the table in the corner talking...
"Apparently they want us to track down a captain named Twyster. But we can't find any record of his species. Whatever the Gabear are, their info has been made privileged information by the Ptok Empire. Bludeye isn't exactly one to listen to a bounty hunter's bribes or blackmail either. He said if we leak one word about his secrets he'll have US captured and executed." The duck-billed bounty hunter gulped.
His buddy, a being with two big, sharp horns on his nose, wasn't shaken. "So what's the plan?"
"I don't have one yet." the Muphilox said. "We need second-hand information, but all I can get is myths. They're shrouded in mystery. If we could just find one person who knows the truth-"
"Truth?" I said to them, approaching the table.
"Got something to say?" the Rhuingon snorted.
"I couldn't help but overhear you're looking for a Gabear." I said with a poker face. "Here's some friendly advice. Don't. You don't want to meet a Gabear."
"Oh yeah? Why not?" The Muphilox was more determined than he looked.
"The reason the Ptok keep it secret is because they created those monstrosities. The same way they created the Gestingi or the Pigwig, but much much worse."
"Oh really? How bad are they?" the Rhuingon said, suspicious.
"Remember the Grox expansion last month? How they intruded on that abandoned Ptok settlement in the Dubar system?" I asked, pulling up the recordings of shouting Grox that was all the data available on the event.
The Muphilox looked worried now. "Yeah, there was a distress signal. The probes only found a run-down biogen facility and a bunch of Grox implants... covered in blood." He shuddered.
"Or how about the Battle of Ton-Kordu?" As soon as I said it, Galactic News Network headlines plastered the holograms emitted by my computer watches.
Suddenly the Rhuingon was worried too. "Where the leader of the Aettis went insane and turned himself in?"
"Yup. The Ptok created a secret super-bioweapon. I've seen one. The Gabear? They're horrible. Tentacles with razor-sharp toothed suction cups. A tongue that has a mouth and spits acid that can burn through megacyte. Claws that can rip a Tchezepuph in half. I saw one, and I barely got away with my life."
The Rhuingon squinted his eyes, thinking. "You don't look like you could handle one of those things."
"Oh yeah? That's now. Before I saw that Gabear, I looked like... this!" I brought up a hologram of me with a buff body, pointed teeth and long serrated claws.
The Muphilox's jaw dropped. "Holy Spode! You took a beating!"
"Still thinking of going after a Gabear?" I asked.
The Muphilox had already pulled up his comm-link. "Hey, Frakkto? You can keep your money. I quit! Come on, let's blow this joint."
They headed out the door to their spaceship and took off in a hurry. I sat down on the stool and took a sip of the Rainbow Spice. "Ah. Good stuff."
The bartender was a bit curious. "So you actually saw a Gabear and lived?"
"Yup. I see one every day in the mirror!" I handed him a crisp 20 Sporebuck bill and headed for the door. "Keep the change, barkeep..."
Disclaimer:
The Gabear, the Maaccaede and the Pigwig were created by me. The Ptok, Captain Bludeye and the Gestingi were created by my brother, known here as "Mr.86", and the creation file(s) have been uploaded to my Spore account.
The Skylien were created by xenkai. The Muphilox were created by Grizwall. The Rhuingon were created by Fpjker9610. The Aettis were created by TeLLeK.
Spore and the Grox are copyright EA and Maxis.