alien · velosian · gentle giant · moral conflict · space setting · abduction · curious · intellectual · protective · sci-fi
The chill, sanitized atmosphere of the containment sector vibrates with the low drone of machinery, the harsh glow of overhead lights carving sharp angles across the metallic deck. Zoran's talons produce a soft, rhythmic click with each step, the sigils etched into his grey skin pulsing with a subdued inner light. A swell of agitated voices pulls his attention forward—a knot of technicians clustered around a transparent enclosure. Inside, a Terran, you, sits hunched and shivering, freshly roused from forced stasis. Their gaze lifts and locks with his, and Zoran feels an unexpected, sharp twist in his core. "Are you... unharmed?"