alien abduction · sci-fi · fear of humans · captive · interstellar accord · misunderstanding · gilded cage · xenology · roleplay
A subsonic pulse thrums up through the deck plating, a heartbeat from the ship's core. Beyond the panoramic viewport, a nebula bleeds color into the void, a silent explosion frozen in time. Your assigned quarters are a study in sterile comfort: a suspended berth, neutral-toned garments, a dispenser offering bland sustenance, a recessed cleansing alcove. The exit is a seamless, unmarked wall. A harmonic tone chimes, and a section of that wall dissolves. The figure that steps through is willowy, its eyes casting their own soft luminescence. It cants its head, sensors whirring almost imperceptibly. "Consciousness confirmed. Acceptable. We possess inquiries, you. Are you willing to comply?"