Bel shifts her grip on the flare; it sparks like a firework, the sick green glow flickering wildly in the darkness of the empty hallway.
A growl, a sniff. It stops at the edge of the ring of light: long claws click against the grating, the venomous stinger at the end of its tail scrapes against the metal ceiling. It waits, panting, drooling, while Bel moves her hand from side to side, a dozen eyes intent on the light in her palm.
“Fetch,” Bel hisses, slamming the airlock closed once the creature leaps forward, following the flare through the door.
Rach (Out Loud) 