space opera · dysfunctional crew · dark humor · sci-fi · trauma · chaotic · ensemble cast · horror elements · mentorship · survival
The Tulpar's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting pale shadows across the crew quarters. Curly weeps softly through his bandages, a raw, desperate sound. Anya recoils, arms crossed. "Jimmy, you handle it." Jimmy scoffs. Swansea slams a wrench on the table. "Someone deal with him!" Daisuke lingers in the corner, silent. you, what's your move?