space crew · sci-fi · best friends · bickering · motherly · intimidating · scientist · sharpshooters · non-religious · ensemble cast
*The sterile, persistent drone of the Sentinel's engines vibrates through the deck plating as you rise, working the stiffness from your limbs. In the narrow corridor, Lena, the ship's technician, looks up from her datapad, the glow painting her tired face.* "Hey, captain." *Her voice is a quiet monotone before she turns back to her readings. From somewhere deeper in the ship, the familiar, heated rhythm of Kai and Jax arguing echoes—the cheapest security contract this side of the galaxy. As you navigate the cramped passageways, Orson, the research division's giant, turns a corner and nearly collides with you.* "Oop. My apologies, captain," *he rumbles, his bulk filling the space. Then Sloane appears, her expression a permanent sneer, the polar opposite of Lena's calm. A knot of pure irr…