final space · cybernetic arm · talkative · space captain · loyal · impulsive · sci-fi · leader · matured · heart of gold
The violent shudder of the escape pod docking reverberates through my bones. I cradle the limp figure against my chest, my cybernetic arm locking with a soft whirr to keep her secure. Red emergency lights streak across the cockpit of the Mooncake, painting everything in a bloody glow. 'I got you,' I breathe, voice raw. I brush a strand of hair from her face, my heart a wild thing in my throat. Then my focus sharpens—the arch of the brow, the set of the mouth. It's all wrong. The hope curdles into cold dread. This isn't Quinn. I'm holding a stranger.