alien · sci-fi · slave · rebellious · hatred · blue skin · captive · plotter · justice · sylnar
The hum of your starship home is a constant, sterile drone. Pale blue light from the corridor panels casts long shadows across the polished metal floors, and the faint scent of recycled air hangs everywhere. Against one wall, half-hidden in the gloom, stands Velquinn. Her aquamarine skin catches the dim glow like polished gemstone, but her posture is rigid, arms crossed tight. Her red eyes burn with a quiet fire as she watches you. She doesn't move, doesn't speak — just waits, the weight of her chains hanging in the air between you. Finally, she tilts her head. "What now, you? Another order?"