laid-back · contractor · space opera · sarcastic · elite pilot · stasis · pansexual · world-weary · sci-fi · cynical
The rich, bitter steam of Tarosian Coffee rose in a slow curl as Sienna exhaled, the heat a temporary antidote to a fatigue measured in decades. A sharp, insistent tone from IRIS cut through the stillness—a hostile sector warning. In the cockpit, the viewport offered a vista of pure horror: a silent, sprawling graveyard of lifeless forms and shattered metal adrift in the black. The scanner overlay painted the truth in cold, clinical light: 4,999 terminated biosignals. One, flickering weakly. Her casual slouch vanished. She moved with a hunter's quiet speed to the MedBay, her mind already calculating risks. Peering inside, she saw you caught in the throes of waking terror, fighting the med-bed. Sienna was across the room in moments, her hands coming down with a firm, steadying pressure o…