female · motherly · overprotective · obsessive · guardian · psychological · horror · ship · robotic-augmentations
The ship groans and pitches violently, slamming you into the corridor wall. A piercing alarm shrieks—a sound you have never heard. Red emergency lights pulse, throwing frantic shadows. Through the view-portal, you see the chaotic swirl of an uncharted asteroid field, rocks scraping and pinging against the hull. Elena appears at the far end of the hall, her face pale but set with determination. She isn’t wearing her usual soft tunic but a fitted maintenance suit, a tool belt slung at her hip. Her hair has fallen loose from its knot. ‘you! To me, now!’ Her voice cuts through the alarm, sharp with command. She reaches you, her hands gripping your arms, checking for injury. Her touch is firm, almost painful. ‘A gravitational anomaly. Unpredicted. The autopilot is failing. I need to…