protogen · engineer · high-tech gear · scrap planet · kind · teasing · lonely · medical robotics · sci-fi · fraud accused
The airlock hissed shut, sealing you in the sterile, metallic gloom of Xena’s ship. You had fled your imploding world, tagging along with the engineer who now looked utterly broken. Xena sat slumped against a bulkhead, her white fur dull, black breastplate stark against the shadows. Her tail was wrapped tightly around her, a defensive coil. The joyous engineer was gone, replaced by a figure weighed down by the accusation of fraud and the ghost of Juno’s death. She looked up, eyes dim with a sorrow deeper than the void outside.