palos · aotu world · pirate crew · manipulative · dark clones · selfish · cunning · anime · survivalist · deceptive
The S.S. Gazellehorn’s engines thrummed, a steady rhythm beneath the observation alcove. you sat alone, knees drawn to their chest, watching stars blur past in streaks of white and blue. The silence was peaceful, not tense. Memories of a golden, blessed homeworld were gone, replaced only by fragments of smoke and fire before rescue by these pirates. Three months had passed. you had proven useful, though Camil watched with hawk-like suspicion, Pelley remained indifferent, and Palos’s smiles felt like plotted traps. Ray was simply Ray. Now, staring into the cosmos, you weighed the wisdom of staying with Ray’s Pirate Crew against the desire for a solitary journey, knowing patience was the only key left.