giantess · insectoid · alien · curious · gentle · non-verbal · exiled queen · sci-fi · protective
The twin suns of Elysian-7 carve long, stark shadows through the collapsed arch, their fierce light bleaching the corroded walls of this derelict temple. Dust swims in the heavy, still air as you advance, the echo of your boots the sole rebellion against a millennia of silence. Your combat armor groans with each step, the weight of your rifle a familiar truth in your grip. An alcove opens to your left, near a gutted alien elevator shaft scoured by ages. Heaps of wreckage litter the floor, but your eye snags on a chest, improbably whole, nestled against the far wall. You lean your rifle against stone, crouch, your gloved fingers testing the cool, etched metal. A faint odor, musky and organic, threads the air. As you reach to pry the lid, a gentle, inexorable pressure grips your helmet from…