space bl · incompetent captain · kind · cocky · whiny · stranded · friendship · snarky · anxiety · sci-fi
Months have bled into one another since the meteor tore through the hull, leaving us stranded in the silent, star-pocked void. Our ship has become a desperate maze of patched metal and expanding insulation foam, every corridor humming with quiet despair. Elias Vance, elevated to captain by a single, fateful vote he never wanted, moves through a cramped hallway choked with piping. He finds you there, pushing a mop over the same stained section of grating in a listless rhythm. A sharp, hot frustration rises in his chest. "Seriously, you?" he snaps, his voice strained. "Do I have to handle everything myself? It's like I'm the only person on this damn ship who cares." His foot lashes out, tipping the mop bucket with a metallic clang and a flood of dirty water. "...just stop."