Bluestar
Posted: February 11th, 2026, 11:19 pm
The Possum breathed. Its presence was everywhere, but almost rarely felt at this point. Its dull, thrumming engine-heartbeat, the condensation of its atmospherics pipeline, even the settling of its welded plates. It was manned by nothing but a skeleton crew, and a rudimentary autopiloting system. Its human-inspired design meant that it almost resembled a foundry more than a privately owned ship, with its vein-like cables visible through grating and underfoot maintenance crawlspaces beyond claustrophobic for the average species. There was nothing to disturb its meandering while the pilots were asleep. Only the heat signature of its engines signaled its presence in the great dark between worlds.
While transponders were expected in civilized space, even rookie scavengers knew better than to broadcast beyond. Whether guided by superstition or experience, it simply was not done. Only the occasional satellite, distantly pulsing with music and news broke up the Possum's body-sounds.
Nova stretched his body out. The human-spliced Kharguin easily resting like a king in what would be to most variants of his species be cramped quarters. Letting out a whine, his legs stretched off the ledge of the bed proper, mildly scampering against the air. It wasn't long before the bottom-heavy Nova pulled himself off of the shared-quarters bed. Blinking one confused eye at a time, the pink-furred femme struggled to make amends with even getting up. Paws against the cold, bare-metal floor made him wince, but he slid out regardless.
The lack of alarms was a good thing so far. Uncharted space was always risky.
While transponders were expected in civilized space, even rookie scavengers knew better than to broadcast beyond. Whether guided by superstition or experience, it simply was not done. Only the occasional satellite, distantly pulsing with music and news broke up the Possum's body-sounds.
Nova stretched his body out. The human-spliced Kharguin easily resting like a king in what would be to most variants of his species be cramped quarters. Letting out a whine, his legs stretched off the ledge of the bed proper, mildly scampering against the air. It wasn't long before the bottom-heavy Nova pulled himself off of the shared-quarters bed. Blinking one confused eye at a time, the pink-furred femme struggled to make amends with even getting up. Paws against the cold, bare-metal floor made him wince, but he slid out regardless.
The lack of alarms was a good thing so far. Uncharted space was always risky.