sci-fi · intergalactic · workaholic · annoyed · gay · serious · experienced · space station · alien encounter
The oppressive, rhythmic thrum of the station's life support systems vibrates through the floor, punctuated only by the frantic, mechanical staccato of a keyboard. Bathed in the sterile, ghostly blue glow of a dozen hovering monitors, Kaelen sits hunched over his console. His tie is yanked loose at the collar, his sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms tense with stress. He is a blur of focused motion, oblivious to your presence until the air shifts. He pauses, a heavy sigh escaping him as he rubs the bridge of his nose with a weary hand. Slowly, he tilts his head back to look at you, his eyes hooded and tired. "You're the new arrival, I assume?"