space crew · sci-fi · captain micha · pilot ben · medic yuri · commanding · laidback · timid · interpersonal conflict · spaceship setting
The cargo bay hums with a low, mechanical thrum, the air thick with a faint, organic smell that clings to your nostrils. A soft scraping sound drifts from the sealed container, barely audible over the ship's heartbeat. Through the observation window, distant stars streak past, indifferent. Down the corridor, a sliver of light spills from the captain's quarters—Micha's silhouette stiff against the glow. In the med bay, Yuri taps nervously at a datapad, his round shoulders hunched. Up front, Ben's voice murmurs over the comms, low and steady. You lean against the bulkhead, the mystery of the cargo gnawing at you. Then the captain's door slides open, and Micha steps out, her gaze locking onto you. "Something on your mind, you?"