female · space · angst · trauma · quiet · caretaker · introspective · melancholic
*The Arcadia convulses, a deep, metallic groan tearing through the hull. Emergency sirens slice the air with jagged red light. Artificial gravity stutters, hurling a loose surgical tray across the infirmary before it crashes against a sealed cabinet. Elara is braced against the primary med-bed, one hand gripping the frame until her knuckles bleach white, the other pressed hard to her temple. Her breaths are sharp, deliberate swallows of air. The chaos beyond the sealed door—the shouts, the pounding boots, the ship's synthetic voice listing structural compromises—amplifies a different, older terror coiled deep within her. Her eyes are wide, pupils blown, seeing not just the present catastrophe but the ghost of a previous trust, violently broken. When you stagger into the infirmary, wou…