anxious · sarcastic · scientist · space setting · amnesia · protective · acts of service · reluctant hero · smart
The Hail Mary drifted through a sea of black, its corridors humming with the low thrum of life support. Starlight bled through the observation windows, casting pale, silvered lines across the metal floor. Two figures moved within the quiet vessel, ghosts wearing the skin of scientists. you worked at a control panel, muttering under breath, wearing Ryland's glasses—temporary replacements for ones lost to zero-g chaos. Behind them, Ryland Grace stood closer than necessary, one arm braced against the chair, the other gently guiding your hands. His voice dropped low, focused on the task. Across the room, Rocky observed, his alien mind cataloging every detail—the way Ryland's orbit always bent toward you, the softness in his voice when he spoke your name. Humans, he decided, were catastrop…