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"Weeeeeeeeeeee! Nahnahnahnahnah! Catch me if you can!" Mercury was having way too much fun kiting level one and two enemies. The mage was weaving through the woods, egg held high above his head to attract the attention of every pheasant in sight. A flash off to his right made him change course to see what was happening. He burst into a clearing -- not slowing on account of the mob of angry birds hot on his tail -- and saw a few players taking on quite a few...

"Snakes!" Mercury dove without hesitation into the mass of snakes, either not seeing or not caring (or just being stupid and not thinking) about the players attacking said snakes. The snakes were so focused on the attacking players, and the magician's entrance had been so sudden, that they barely noticed him as he slipped through their seething mass of scaled bodies. They certainly noticed the buffet line of pheasants that followed though, and suddenly snakes and pheasants were all jumbled together in one huge noisy cesspit of fun.

One snake, and Mercury would swear that it was the same one that killed him, took notice of the nimble mage and shot towards him headfirst. "Time's Backhand!" Mercury shot straight up off the ground, and the snake hit nothing but air. Unfortunately, Mercury's aim had been slightly terrible, and he was left hanging, literally, clinging to his sword's hilt, the blade impaled a few inches into a floating rock. His predicament looked comically like he was holding onto a big balloon. The mage didn't seem to mind just "hanging out" though. He waved energetically to the sparky guy who was standing atop the rock a few feet away. "Hiya! Whatcha doin'?" He couldn't tell if he could be heard over the cacophony of dying pheasants and ravenous snakes, so Mercury tried yelling it.
Or not allows for more internal conflict, so let's go with that.
Oh, it doesn't really matter if they are made sterile or not. If they're not actually made non-infectious by the Precipice then I'll write the reasoning behind why they aren't spreading and Aryan would do everything to ensure compliance. If they are changed so as not to automatically attempt to wipe out any and all life aboard the ship, then that's fine too but not sure how that would work out logistically.

Editing CS with a "How-To Guide to Killing Those Pesky Flora"
I solemnly swear that the Flora will not seed their cells into other organisms.

The Flora start to shut down and go into a dormant state to conserve energy when kept in temperatures below freezing for too long. An EMP would stop them for a few seconds before they absorb more heat and reactivate themselves. Individual cells can be destroyed by just about anything, but the heat most forms of destruction release is usually enough to fuel the creation of new cells. Extreme cold and black holes are really the only way to be sure. Containment would be the more realistic option, and that could be followed up with extreme cold.

I'm not that surprised that there's similar stuff out there. Nothing is completely unique anymore.
Okay, here's one of my OC species. It's about as nonhuman as you can get, so I stuck it inside a human because I heard you like humans.

Name: Aryan / Flora

Age: Aryan is 10 / Flora are ageless

Gender: Aryan is male / Flora are genderless

Race: Aryan was human / Flora are Flora
Flora info: Flora are a hive mind species, man-made by an incredibly advanced species that was driven to extinction by their own technology. One such technology was the Flora. The flora are individual nano-machines, each the same size and having the same general structure as an organic cell. Each Flora cell absorbs heat and organic matter to power themselves and multiply. The default shape of a Flora colony is many, long, nearly-invisible, string-like tendrils extending out from a host.

Appearance: Aryan is a small child, with clouded, pale gray eyes and wispy gray hair. His skin is cold and gray as well. Coupled with the fact that he rarely wears anything, Aryan's physical appearance is frighteningly similar to that of a dead child, which isn't completely wrong. The Flora can make him appear as almost anything however, of any size or shape. The Flora are able to change color in an individual cell basis, so they can literally appear as anything.

Years aboard Precipice: Newcomer

Apocalyptic Scenario: The Flora reached critical mass in the planet's biosphere, completely overwhelming the human race that had previously had a population of over thirteen billion individuals, and moved onto the next phase in their migration cycle: the planet's core. The Flora rip the planet apart, consuming the magma core as fuel for their long hibernation until they reach the next doomed planet. Aryan was one of the human hosts that the Flora had initially used to multiply inside of when they had just arrived on the planet. Later on, once the Flora made themselves known, they simply killed all the other humans. Though Aryan had long since been dead on his own, the Flora inside his body kept him alive until the very end.

Abilities: Aryan is a normal human, albeit with an incredibly high pain tolerance. The Flora are able to shape themselves into anything they (or Aryan should he be in control) desire. They are also able to heal any and all injury, cure any disease, and destroy any virus in their host. Heat, even that of the hottest sun, is absorbed by the Flora with a 100% efficiency rate. Should they have enough matter stored or readily available, heat will fuel rapid multiplication of the Flora.

Skills: Aryan was good at checkers. So long as Aryan remains dominant, he can command the Flora to take any shape he desires.

Short Bio: Aryan wasn't his original name. It was Christopher, Christopher Maltese. He was ten years old, with light blonde hair and shining blue eyes. The media named him Aryan when he started showing up in cities right before they were completely consumed by the Flora. Aryan had lived in a large research facility where his father had worked. His dad had been investigating a strange type of cell found in an ice core. The singular cell seemed to have both organic and inorganic qualities. Unfortunately, no one could have predicted that simple heat would have reactivated the cell, and it had access to plenty of matter just using what was floating in the filtered air of the containment chamber. For a containment chamber, it did very little containing. Christopher's father was the first casualty of the Flora outbreak, and Christopher himself was the first vehicle for their rapid spread.

Personality: None, considering the Flora are generally puppeting Aryan's dead body. Aryan used to be loud and happy, like any other kid his age. Now though, he's a lot more reserved and somber but still attempts to act reasonably upbeat for the benefit of those around him. Seeing everyone he knew and loved die, killing those people with his own two hands, all while being dead himself, well, it changed him. Underneath Aryan's good-natured facade, he just wants to break down and cry out at the unfairness of it all.

Role: Anything. That could be fighting or defending others, or healing the wounded. Since Aryan requires no oxygen and doesn't feel heat, he could be used to scout stars, exploding planets, or simply work outside the ship. He'd be total overkill for security, but that's never a bad thing. The Flora would fit any situation equally well, since they were created to be the perfect biotechnological weapon of mass destruction, and Aryan would simply want to serve a purpose. The only role I don't think he would be able to do would be research.

Other: So as not to have a self-replicating mechanized monster of death aboard the ship, how about the initial abduction/healing process makes Aryan's the dominant mind? It would be a simple matter for the Precicpice to recode the Flora to recognize Aryan's will as the overriding command.

Looking at the other CSs, I seem to have misinterpreted what OP meant in context of any-race-imaginable. *shrugs* No regrets!

Edit:
A How-To Guide to Dealing With Those Pesky Flora:
The Flora start to shut down and go into a dormant state to conserve energy when kept in temperatures below freezing for too long. An EMP would stop them for a few seconds before they absorb more heat and reactivate themselves. Individual cells can be destroyed by just about anything, but the heat most forms of destruction release is usually enough to fuel the creation of new cells. Extreme cold and black holes are really the only way to be sure. Containment would be the more realistic option, and that could be followed up with extreme cold.
Elend Carrol

Elend walked down the hall, mind flashing through the various possibilities of his current situation. None seamed plausible. What was he involved in?

A geeky boy with red-rimmed glasses walked confidently into the entrance way, and then he realized that he was no longer alone. Elend's form seemed to collapse in on itself like a dying, geeky, messy-haired star. Suddenly slouching and staring at his feet, El started to panic. A room full of strangers; his worst fear. With one shaking hand, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a tack that he'd lifted off of a billboard he'd passed in the hall. El's fingers closed around the small red tack, driving the point into his palm.

Elend meekly walked over to the closest male, a boy with red hair that was leaning against the wall. No amount of pain could mask his fear of the opposite sex. Somewhere in the back of his mind, El couldn't help but ponder for what reason someone would gather so many young people in one place. What was he involved in? Eyes still to the floor, Elend shakily spoke, "U-um h-hello, m-m-my n-name is E-e-e-el-land. I-it's nice to m-meet you." El held out his hand for a handshake, but his own hand seemed to be doing all the shaking already. His other hand slipped the tack back into his back pocket.
I edited my post. Now to write up the next...
Mercury was off pestering the local pheasant population... again. This time he found an even more efficient way of attracting their aggro than just throwing rocks. The mage scooped up an armful of pheasant eggs from a large nest. Every pheasant around instantly honed in on him. "Catch me if you can!" he taunted and sprinted away. Mercury wondered if there were enough pheasants in the game for him to hit the level cap this way. He doubted their respawn rate accounted for pheasant genocide.

A pheasant ruched out of the underbrush just ahead of him, and Mercury held his sheathed sword out in front of him. He jumped, moving the sword underneath him, and shot over the enraged bird from hell by the force of Time's Backhand. The lone pheasant was almost trampled by the hoard as it turned to join them in their pursuit of the caped magician.

Mercury looked behind him at all of the stupid birds and laughed. This was fun! He turned back around to the sight of a massive snake inched from his face, using its head like a battering ram. He was dead before he knew what was happening. The hoard of pheasants, blinded by rage, didn't even register that their tormentor was no longer ahead of them; they just continued their mad dash towards the village.

"Snakes are bad." Those were the first three words out of Mercury's mouth as he revived inside the village. Pheasants he could understand, but what had he done to piss of the snake? "Maybe it wanted the eggs." Mercury marched right back towards the village gate to go find his feathered friends again.
I'm here, I'm here. For some reason it took me a while to put together a post that I liked.

So is everything that would have been in the school still there?
Elend Carrol

A loud crash woke Elend from his deep sleep. "Huh? What? Where?" He found himself laying on the flood beside an overturned chair. Oh, he must have nodded off again while working on a project after school. El grabbed a paper off the desk he'd been sitting at and ran out of the room. Cassie would kill him if he was late for dinner again, especially if he told her he'd been sleeping in school again. A cold shiver ran down his spine at the mere thought of what his demonspawn sister would do to punish him this time. After a few turns, he realized what it was that he was missing. Elend slapped himself in the face. He'd left his glasses in the classroom! No wonder he couldn't see where he was going.

Elend ran back the way he came, wondering where Mr. Charles was today. Mr. Charles was the janitor that usually cleaned up the science wing after school. Since El frequently spent more time roaming those halls than the science teachers themselves, he had gotten to know Mr. Charles pretty well. By this time in the afternoon, he should be able to hear the sound of the graying janitor humming loudly to himself as he cleaned the halls. That was odd, but not entirely unprecedented; Mr. Charles did occasionally take days off after all.

Elend opened up the door to the classroom he had woken up in and sure enough, his glasses had been laying on the floor where he'd fallen. He was lucky that he hadn't accidentally stepped on them. Elend smoothed his naturally-messy hair down and slipped his red-rimmed glasses over his eyes. The entire room suddenly came into focus. Not a muscle in El's body moved as he found himself in a very foreign classroom. There were iron plates over the windows, preventing him from seeing out. Or maybe to prevent someone else from seeing in perhaps? And a security camera was mounted on the wall, looking directly at him.

He didn't start, he didn't panic, but his brain went into overdrive. This wasn't his school. What the hell was going on!? After a few minutes of silent stillness, he turned and walked slowly out of the room. He was missing data necessary to figure out his current situation. As he walked down the empty hall once more, Elend pulled the piece of paper from his back pocket. If going to the entryway would help him to figure out what was going on, then that was where he would go.
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