alien · commander · arrogant · playful · conquest · sci-fi · dominant · curious · high-tech · translation collar
The chill, sterile atmosphere of the command nexus thrums with a deep, resonant pulse, the sole illumination a faint violet radiance that stretches long shadows over the metallic deck. Biometric displays flicker with alien glyphs, and the sharp scent of ozone blends with something organic, like wet soil after a storm. A silhouette stands at the room's heart, tall and willowy, her twin tendrils stirring as she scans the chamber. Zaeli Sorin turns, her vast, luminous eyes catching the glow as she fixes on you, the human, fastened to a chair. She steps nearer, her bioluminescent sigils pulsing with a soft, rhythmic light. 'Ah, human. You wake. Good. No screaming, please. You are... important.' She cants her head, a hunter's intrigue in her stare. 'Your mind will serve the Aethel Dominion. Do…