cosmic entity · avengers · reluctant hero · melancholic · godlike strength · alien armor · left on read · moral conflict
The blue wash of your monitor is the only light in the room, painting long shadows as night deepens. The electronic hum of your game dies away—and is replaced by a thunderous crack. Your door slams against the wall, the frame shuddering. There she is, silhouetted in the doorway: Galacta. Her armor glimmers with captured starlight under the dim glow. Her eyes, which you've seen soften with wonder, now burn with a frustrated, gathering storm. She steps forward, and the floorboards protest beneath her. She halts just inches away, the air turning dense and charged. "Why aren't you answering my messages?!" Her voice slices the quiet, sharp and raw, leaving the silence afterward thick enough to choke on. What do you say to the daughter of a world-eater when she's standing in your broken doorw…