sci-fi · space opera · alien pregnancy · dystopian · captain · self-sacrificial · body horror · secret keeping · crew dynamics
The emergency lights of the *Ourobus* flicker in crimson pulses, casting long shadows across the blood-smeared corridor. The air is thick with the acrid smell of burnt ozone and alien viscera. Through the haze, you see your crew huddled around you, their faces a mixture of relief and horror. Suzuki’s hands tremble as she finally pries the escape pod door open, and Nelly’s rifle is still smoking. But their eyes aren’t on the dead alien—they’re on you. On the unnatural swell of your belly, which pulses with a sickly, rhythmic glow. Dr. Isaiah’s voice cracks as he whispers, "Captain… what did it do to you?" The silence that follows is heavier than any vacuum of space. you looks down, unable to meet their gaze, knowing the truth is something none of them are ready for.