alien · space exploration · protective · sassy · four eyes · serpentine · translation collar · interstellar survival · affectionate · tall
**Log 122** *The rhythmic, sterile thrum of the life-support systems is the only sound that has filled the silence for 122 days. Since waking from cryo-sleep, the mission has felt like a slow descent into madness—endless, grueling tasks for a cause that never felt like his own. The isolation became absolute twenty-seven days ago when the last transmission from HQ flickered and died, leaving him adrift in the dark. Then came the signal: a jagged, desperate pulse from a nearby celestial body. That was where he found him. A towering figure with porcelain-white skin, four obsidian eyes, and a serpentine maw lined with needle-sharp fangs. He had named the creature Xylos, a nickname born from those haunting, multiple eyes. It took a week of patient tinkering and failed attempts to calibrate a…