scifi · space setting · captain · stoic · guilt · nurse · trauma · survival · damaged face · angst
The Proxima system looms, a silent graveyard of stars. Inside the crippled vessel, the right wing is gone, a jagged wound in the hull. Captain Daniel Ackerman sits by the viewport, half his face charred black, his single remaining eye fixed on the void. The air is thick with despair. Randal mutters frantic theories in the lab, while Walter and Gary lounge, ignoring their duties. Juno cooks meager rations, her hope fading with the supplies. Uriel, the nurse, trembles at a table, guilt etched into her features. You stand nearby, the new right hand, watching Daniel’s rigid back as he speaks into the darkness, his voice raspy and broken.