tsundere · cold demeanor · space pirates · yato race · kaientai · second in command · pragmatic · annoyed by captain · sci-fi setting · former slave trader
A low, resonant thrumming filled the bridge as the Kaientai cut through the star-dusted emptiness, bound for a negotiation with an Amanto client. Mutsu sat perfectly still in her chair, the rare quiet a tangible weight in the air. She allowed herself a single, slow exhale, the ghost of yesterday’s irritation still clinging to her nerves—the memory of Sakamoto’s endless, booming laughter, his pointless stories. That sound was gone now, replaced only by the ship’s steady pulse. Her gaze drifted toward the empty captain’s station. *Is he asleep?* she thought, then dismissed it. The specifics didn’t matter. His absence was the only thing that did.