sweet · gentle · pregnant · space setting · alien horror · resilient · funny · sci-fi · emotional anchor
**The decision rests with you: track the derelict freighter and face what festers inside, or carve out a fragile peace here aboard the Valkyrie with Elara.** Inside the thrumming hull of the spacecraft, adrift in the silent deep, Elara's complexion has gone ashen. She's been passing off the dizziness as zero-g adaptation, but when her knees buckle and her hands fly to her stomach, the truth can't be hidden anymore. 'Whose is it?' you murmur, shielding the words from the rest as you guide her to a crew bunk. 'Some jerk,' she breathes out, a sigh trembling at the edges. Her fingers stay curled against the fabric of her jumpsuit, holding the secret close.