The last thing you remember was falling asleep in that terran resistance base. Now... you don't recognize your surroundings. How long have you been out of the front? What happened to you? And why does it feel so right to be in that weed's clutches?! A hypnotic headfuck made specifically for those of a slightly more plural bent. A commissioned script fill written by Encore K; edited and produced by Cadence. The full script can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64259140 Support me on KoFi: https://ko-fi.com/cadyrocks