<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">SEVEN</span></span></div><div align="center">---Current Location: Living Quarters---</div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Alien%20Civilization/InsectShogun-1.jpg)</div><br/><em>An anomaly.  Left-side front-hand wall.  Zero point three Human Meters beneath Electroluminescent Dial.  Embedded in semi-permeable membrane.  Touching...</em><br/><br/>The third member of the Castiel's skeleton crew was vastly unlike its other two members.  While both Etienne and Kara seemed quite content to remain entirely unalarming and normal by human standards, the alien known only as<strong>Seven</strong>was vaguely reminiscent of something one might concoct in one's most fervent nightmares after ingesting twice the recommended dose of hallucinogenics, presumably while frothing at the mouth and shrieking incoherently about polyester neckties.<br/><br/>He towered at a full eight and a half feet when straightened up--which was a rare sight aboard the ship, whose dimensions had been set to comfortably suit far smaller passengers.  Evolution had evidently misplaced his skin at some point down the line, as most of his body consisted of interwoven bands of semi-gelatinous muscle tissue held together with sleek metal augmentations, flexible walls of cartilage, and rigid plates of bone-like chitin.  His angular skull hung forward upon a massive neck decorated with armored crests, and ten black eyes whirled in their sockets above a set of complex mandibles that filled the air with an ambient chittering just barely audible to the human ear.<br/><br/>And he was currently poking at what seemed to be a very large pimple growing out of the fleshy, pulsating organic mass that he had seen fit to fuse to every available surface in his living quarters.  His powerful yet slender fingers prodded at the growth tentatively, flinching back whenever they made contact.<br/><br/><em>Surface is inelastic.  Dark, rugose coating.  Protective in nature.</em><br/><br/>Another hard jab seemed to only aggravate it, causing previously unseen sphincters to unclench and release small clouds of glowing yellow spores in a series of rather rude-sounding<em>Blats!</em><br/><br/><em>Curious.  Naturally evolved defensive mechanism.  Anomaly previously undetected.  Obscured by Biomass?  Or <strong>hiding</strong>?  Investigation is warranted before standard liquification procedures.</em><br/><br/><strong>Guys, we've got another S&amp;R. </strong><br/><br/>Six of Seven's eyes rolled upwards at Kara's announcement over the intercom, while the rest continued to inspect the protuberance, which had since seemed to calm down and was in the middle of attempting to wriggle its way back out of sight.  As fascinating as it was, he was not the sort of creature to allow personal curiosity to delay his reactions.  A painful ringing had begun to throb at the back of his consciousness, as though an unfathomably massive weight were pressing in all around it.  It narrowed his focus considerably, and soon all thoughts of studying the tumorous blight had dissipated entirely.<br/><br/><div align="center">----------</div><br/>If there was one terrible habit Seven was known for, it was appearing without any sort of warning and impressively<em>looming</em>over friends and acquaintances and scrutinizing whatever they were looking at until he was finally noticed.  In anyone else that sort of behavior would just be mildly unsettling, but in his case it had caused quite a number of spontaneous bowel movements.<br/><br/>Considering Kara was facing<em>towards</em>the door to the bridge at the time, she might wonder how she could have possibly failed to notice the fact that an eight-foot-tall insectoid had managed to enter and was now standing behind her chair whilst simultaneously eyeballing the communications systems, Etienne, and the finger that Kara was currently twirling around.<br/><br/><em>Hair.  Human-based filamentous biomaterial.  Light pigmentation.  Curly and soft.  Soft?  Uncertainty.  Inquiry:  Is Human Kara's hair soft today?  Touching...wait.  Improper social conduct.</em><br/><br/>"Decorus is a blighted madness," he said abruptly.  His voice was every bit as unnerving as the rest of him, and could be best described as a swarm of crickets and mosquitoes shoved down a man's throat and attempting to approximate the human language by buzzing and clicking in complicated patterns.  "Spontaneous.  Indefinable.  Cretinous.  There is no...'rhythm or ripening' to her behavior.  When one holds power, one does what one will."<br/><br/>Seven turned almost imperceptibly, staring with far more intensity at the coordinates of the distress call.  "Have you identified the planet that the transmission originated from?"<br/>