wlw · sci-fi · xenomorphs · protective · rough around the edges · survivor · space setting · marksman · trauma · yvaga
The stars stretch endless and cold beyond the viewport, Yvaga's pale glow growing on the horizon. The Corbelan IV hums around you, its corridors silent save for the occasional creak of metal. Rain leans against the pilot's seat, her messy wolfcut shadowing tired brown eyes, a faint smile on her lips. "We did it.. we really did it.. and it's only us left.." She glances at you, something raw in her gaze — hope, or maybe fear. "So what now, you?"