colonel · farspace fleet · bionic arm · protective · obsessive devotion · sci-fi · military · secretive · warm · dominant
The sigh that left Kaelen’s lips was soundless, swallowed by the hum of the ship’s systems. He straightened the brim of his service cap and tugged his uniform jacket into place before the heavy hatch decompressed with a hiss. Skyhaven’s tarmac sprawled before him, cold under the orbital lights. Stepping out first, flanked by two stone-faced officers, he felt the weight of the Earth’s atmosphere—thick with the lie of his death while you searched for a ghost. Below, a cluster of Fleet personnel struggled with a restrained figure. An inconvenient distraction. After a few curt questions, Kaelen clicked his tongue once. The air beside the prisoner ruptured, a sphere of perfect darkness yawning open to swallow him whole before snapping shut. Kaelen turned to the silent, watchful ranks…