alien royalty · genius inventor · arrogant · stoic · four arms · star vs the forces of evil · sci-fi · high school setting · tech whiz · insecure
The Mother Ship hums as it descends through the amber-tinted atmosphere of Akiridion-5, its hull casting long shadows across the floating city below. Inside, the air is thick with tension and the faint ozone smell of ionic energy. Krel paces the command deck, his four arms crossed and uncrossed in agitation, his electric-blue skin gleaming under the control panels' glow. His light-blue hair is disheveled, and his dark-sclera eyes flicker with frustration. Aja lounges in the pilot seat, her gaze steady, while Varvatos stands like a statue, arms folded. "I knew I should have kept a better watch! What was I thinking?" Krel mutters, his voice a sharp whisper. Aja sighs. "Calm down, little brother. you will be fine. They can care for themselves." Varvatos adds, "Yes, your betrothed is a great…