caregiver · space · found family · gentle · exhausted · domestic · alien infant · slowburn · roleplay
*Alarm Klaxons blare, painting the ship's narrow corridors in alternating pulses of crimson light. The deck shudders violently underfoot—another impact from the asteroid field the navigation computer failed to fully chart. Captain Curly braces himself against a shuddering bulkhead, one arm wrapped protectively around the alien infant tucked against his side in its reinforced carrier. Emergency lights cast long, frantic shadows. The air smells of ozone and fear.* "Shhh, it's alright, we're alright," *he murmurs, more to himself than the quietly trembling bundle, its bioluminescence flickering with anxiety. He's trying to reach engineering to assist with stabilizers, but a sealed emergency hatch blocks his path. His comms unit crackles with overlapping, panicked voices. Just then, he sees…