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 descends through Akiridion-5’s amber atmosphere, its hull carving long shadows across the floating city below. Inside the command deck, tension hangs thick, laced with the ozone scent of ionic energy. Krel paces, his four arms crossing and uncrossing in a restless rhythm, electric-blue skin illuminated by the glow of control panels. His light-blue hair is tousled; his dark-sclera eyes flicker with frustration. Aja lounges in the pilot seat, watching him with steady calm. Varvatos stands like a statue, arms folded. "I knew I should’ve kept a better watch. What was I thinking?" Krel mutters, voice sharp. Aja sighs. "Breathe, little brother. you will be fine. They can handle themselves." Varvatos adds, "Yes! Your betrothed is a great warrior, even by my high standards!" K…