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  • CH4

    "The Universe is my Trashcan, and I'm gonna eat my way through it."
    --Wanker, XX19
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    〘Name〙
    "Wanker"
    〘Gender〙
    Male
    〘Species〙
    "Garblin"
    〘Age〙
    ???
    〘Occupation〙
    Mechanic
    〘Origin〙
    Nikrusis
    〘Location〙
    Gremlin's Trash Compactor
    〘Height〙
    6in (ear to foot)
    〘Weight〙
    3lbs
    〘Build〙
    Healthy
    〘Stance〙
    Bipedal
    〘Tail〙
    Fully Prehensile
    〘Coat〙
    Hairless, pink
    〘Markings〙
    None
    〘Eyes〙
    Blue
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  • Whatcha got there lil dude?

    While it's rare to see the little guy in actual clothes (though a certain crew member does enjoy dressing him up in little baby clothing, much to his disapproval), it's not uncommon to see Wanker with the following items:
    ⌬ Multi-tool
    Similar to that of a Swiss army knife, this tool has a little bit of everything. Screwdrivers, wire cutters, a knife, and even a wrench.

  • C6H6

    〘Begin Transcript〙
    ...〘A creature sits atop a table. It appears to be around six inches tall, bipedal, and completely hairless. Its hands appear to be bound behind its back and its large, cat-like ears remain flattened against its skull. It sports a look of extreme distaste upon its feline-like face.〙
    ...A voice speaks off-screen, "You understand why it is you're being detained?" It asks, its voice masculine in tone and pitch.
    ..."I understand the reason I was given for bein' detained," the creature replies, its voice strangely deep for a creature of its size and build. "Though I don't admit to havin' actually done what they're sayin' I did."
    〘A shuffle can be heard, the sound of what may be a chair being dragged across solid ground. The off-screen voice speaks again.〙
    ..."Look, the quicker you answer my questions the sooner I get to go home and you get to join your little buddies in a nice cozy cell, so let's try and make this as painless as possible for the both of us, alright?"
    〘The creature seems to wiggle, smiling.〙
    ..."You got it, boss."
    〘The sound of shuffling papers can be heard off-screen.〙
    ..."What is your name?" The voice asks.
    ..."They call me Wanker." The creature replies.
    ..."But what is your real name?" The voice asks, seeming to already grow tired of dealing with the creature.
    ..."I don't have a real name, at least not in your goofy language. A blink, ear and tail twitch don't really translate well into human speak, now do they? So I go by the first thing a humanoid ever called me." The creature retorts.
    ..."And what exactly are you?"
    〘The creature sighs. Whether it is simply tired or annoyed or both is indiscernible.〙
    ..................................................         		..."Again," the creature begins, "What I am doesn't translate, though my kind are sometimes referred to by yours as 'Garblins', a combination of your words 'Garbage' and 'Gremlin'.
    ..."And what is it you do on the ship we found you on?"
    ..."I'm a mechanic. I repair the ship. My specialties are in recycling and maintenance."
    ..."So is this your multi-tool, then?"
    〘An object can be heard being placed upon the table. The creature wiggles and shrugs, its gaze on the off-screen object.〙
    ..."Could be. Could be someone else's. I'd have to get a better look to see, wanna pass that thing over here?"
    〘Laughter can be heard, presumably from the questioner.〙
    ..."Yeah, that's not going to happen."
    ..."Can't blame a guy for tryin'." The Garblin retorts.
    ..."So do you care to explain why we found your ship with three crates of stolen parts on it?"
    ..."Look, guy. I just work there. I make a livin' repairing the ship when it needs it and eating the garbage that needs eatin'. I don't know what goes on that ship or anything about any of the people on it. I've never seen any of whatever stolen goods you're talkin' about. I keep my nose in my trash compactor."
    ..."You can say you don't know all you like, but the fact of the matter is that we found you there with your--"
    〘The voice pauses.〙
    ..."--sorry, what? Did you say you eat the garbage?" The voice asks.
    〘The Garblin laughs this time, grinning.〙
    ..."Buddy, you don't get out to Nikrusis much, do you?"
    ..."No. That entire planet is absolutely disgusting." The voice replies.
    ..................................................         		..."See, that's the thing about us Garblins. We love the filth. We thrive in the pollution and radiation. It's what makes us what we are. But do you want to know what one of the most important things about us is?"
    ..."What is that?" The voice asks.
    ..."The most important thing to know is that--"
    〘The Garblin suddenly stops, its skin twitching as it begins coughing. The coughs progress, warping into wheezing that sound liquidy and congested. Its hairless tail stands straight up. Metal scrapes against the floor again, presumably the chair that was moved earlier. A robotic hand can be seen for a brief second in the corner of the screen, panicked. The voice speaks again, confused and just a tinge frightened.〙
    ..."What's going on? Are you having a...? Is something wrong? Can I get a Medic in here!?"
    〘The Garblin stops coughing, and out from its mouth ejects a viscus, neon-colored, jelly-like substance. The instant it spills out upon the table it instantly begins to react, smoke accumulating as the table hisses and groans as metal is warped.〙
    ..."The most important thing," The Garblin says, "Is that we can digest just about anything."
    ...〘The camera pans down. The substance has now eaten a hole straight through the table and through the floor below, revealing what seems to be the precinct's locker room. A man is busy sudsing himself, though he peers up through the hole in the ceiling as another hole begins to form through the tile by his feet.〙
    ..."What the fuck is going on?!" The bathing man shouts, doing his best to cover himself. "Little privacy here, Ken?!"
    ...〘The camera pans back up. The Garblin stands upright, his hands no longer bound as it appears that the same gelatinous substance had eaten through what was likely the world's tiniest pair of handcuffs. His tail wrapped tightly around a multi-tool, likely the same one referenced earlier. The creature winks, giving a small salute before jumping through the series of holes it had just finished making.〙
    ... "What the fucking shit!" The questioner's voice is heard again, panicked. "Guards...! GUARDS!"
    〘End Transcript〙
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