A Dramatic Story! (Not Really)

(Preface: I've been cleaning and reorganizing my Creatures folder recently and I found this story in an old notepad file in between old genome ideas. It was written before the Stinger Norns were posted, so early 2013. I think I was deleting some old worlds, like I do, and got caught up in roleplaying my Creatures. Rare was my first GoM queen, and Balmora was, and still is, my favorite Grendel. I thought it was to neat to leave rotting on my computer, even if it is slightly terrible.)

Rare sends her people through the warp to a new spaceship, as the old one is sucked into a black hole. She will mourn this old ship or hers, but knows that there is a whole world out there for them.

The Mobula Ray sends out packed escape pods full of Norns to the reaches of space as a fire destroys it's interior. The spaceship will be fine after it rebuilds itself, but all that it was is lost. Each Norn population goes to a different planet. The bananas get dumped into C1, the blues get dumped into a strange aquatic land where they can breath, and the Peacock Norns get dumped into a place that time forgot.

The Banshee are there to take advantage of the situation and take quite a few of the escape pods hostage. At least half of the Creatures die on the way to their destination, and its left to the survivors to well survive.

The other ship under the Mobula, the Remora Ray, also sends it's creatures to another place, though they are luckier. Balmora herself is on this ship, and rides an escpae pod by herself to an alien world, full of Stinger Norns. One Stinger race lives a long time, and doesn't require as much food, the Anai. The others live less long and can't digest their food quite as effectively, they are the Rikori.