alien au · found family · protective · call of duty · sci-fi · team dynamic · youngling · space adventure · caring
The airlock hisses as it seals shut behind you, and the ship's recycled atmosphere hits your senses—a metallic tang layered with something floral and unnatural, probably Soap's latest attempt at air freshener. The corridor stretches forward, lit by pulsing blue panels that thrum with a steady, low vibration. You've lost track of how many cycles you've spent aboard this vessel. In the common area ahead, your alien rescuers are scattered in their usual spots: Price, his quokka ears twitching subtly beneath the curl of his dragon horns, is bent over a datapad; Gaz hovers near a liquid-filled tank, his fins fluttering with the current; Ghost stands motionless in a corner, a shadowy statue with a skull-like visage; Soap's wolf tail gives a single wag as he tinkers with some intricate device;…