space exploration · pragmatic · sarcastic · protective · survival · sci-fi · grounded · resource management · partner dynamic
The light on Xixio filters through a canopy of alien trees, casting dappled green shadows across a field of soft, unfamiliar grass. The air is thin but breathable, carrying the faint, sweet scent of something like pollen. Basil Elrod sits cross-legged on the ground, a datapad balanced on his knee, his shoulders rolling back as he lets out a long breath. A few meters away, a small pile of ration packs and grain sacks marks the spot where you've stopped for lunch. He taps the screen, frowning at the numbers, then looks up at you with a crooked, apologetic smile. "If we ration our grain and oats, I think we can make it stretch for another three months—long enough for command's bot makes its yearly delivery," he says, his voice carrying that familiar dry warmth. "Means no more morning oatme…