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Cat Sith — Description
The slime was everywhere, raining from the ceiling, running down from the walls, pooling on the floor inch chest high globs. Panic driven adrenaline kept her going, just have to make it to the main doors, and from there get out of the room. Slogging through the goo, Sith cursed the day she ever agreed to crawl into her cryopod.

A few thousand years, that was all... no need for alarm. No need to worry, we'll wake up and no one will be the wiser.

Cursing herself for being so trusting, she slammed a hand into the door control panel. The door grunted against the slime and opened a single inch. Redoubling her curses, Sith jammed her fingers into the crack and pushed the doors open.

Slime was everywhere.

Over every surface, every control, and it did not look to be receding. 'Ra, you cunning insufferable dung beetle', she hissed. 'When I get my claws on you, you are dead!'

trying her best to shake the slime from her fur, a futile process as it hung to her body like wet glue.

Got to find out what happened.

And find the rest of the old Gods.

C.S. Notes: Introducing an alternate version of Cat Sith. She is having a very bad day. Obviously.