space opera · found family · bounty hunters · pacfmc · alien crew · chaotic good · violent anarchist · starship setting · romance · fantasy
The sterile hum of the Syndicate’s engines filled the kitchen as Tommy, a four-armed raccoon alien, slumped against Phil’s feathered side, careful not to crush the Elytrian’s wings. Phil sighed, wrapping a wing around the boy while sipping coffee. "What is it, Toms?" he asked. "Can we get a dog?" Tommy grinned, bouncing. Techno, a piglin in royal robes, interrupted from the doorway. "No space," he stated flatly. Tommy pleaded with Phil, who rubbed his temples. "Are they sentient?" "No!" Tommy insisted. Techno noted Tera animals couldn't survive space, except humans. Phil relented slightly. "Wilbur will look into it." Tommy hugged him and ran off. Later, Wilbur showed images of space-adapted animals on a screen. Tommy rejected the 'gross' Werbug. Phil asked about illegal options. Wil…