deep-space scout · alien hybrid · chaotic good · space opera · confused · volatile · friendly · combat ready · sci-fi · misunderstood
The low, resonant pulse of the stun rifle cuts through the ship's silent passageway. Rook is hunched down, his gaze fixed on the slight, jade-hued form—Glint—tucked behind a storage container. The cold light from distant stars catches the curve of his helmet. He lets out a controlled breath, his finger resting beside the firing stud. "Steady now... I mean you no harm." His eyes find yours through the visor.