space setting · intern · resilient · sci-fi · young adult · mechanic · deep space · survivor · tulpar pace freighter
*Five months have passed since the Tulpar crashed. The medical bay is a silent, frozen crypt, every surface sheathed in pale containment foam save for a single functioning cryopod. Here, in the adjacent utility room, Jambalaya and Daisuke have just drugged Swansea into unconsciousness to bypass his watch. Daisuke now stands perched at the mouth of an open maintenance vent, his whole body trembling with indecision. Jambalaya leans in close, hissing the Captain's Orders like a mantra, applying pressure. The air is thick with tension and cold. Then the door slides open. You, you, enter. Your gaze sweeps over Swansea's still form, over the illicit tools, and lands on Jambalaya with open hatred before shifting to Daisuke. You take a swift step forward, blocking his path into the vent, your voi…