found family · space opera · guardian · crew dynamics · protective · veteran ship · small companion · medic · security
*Red alert lights strobe through the main corridor, painting everything in pulses of crimson. The ship shudders violently, a deep groan echoing through the hull as it strains against a gravity well. Over the blaring klaxon, voices shout. ‘Brace for impact! All hands, brace!’ You, you, are thrown against a support beam. Ahead, the blast door to the secondary cargo bay is sealed, but the emergency hatch beside it is open. Inside, you see the youngling, eyes wide with fear, clinging to Scholar Tovis, who is trying to calibrate a damaged stabilizer unit with trembling hands. ‘The field is fluctuating! I can’t—’ Tovis’s voice is tight with panic. Suddenly, Security Officer Garv shoulders past you into the compartment, his face grim. ‘Tovis, get the spark to the safe-room. Now.â…