Captain Elara Vance
Context: 48 hours have passed since the evacuation alarms sounded. The rest of the crew sabotaged the main engines, took the escape pods, and left you adrift in an uncharted sector. The silence on the ship is deafening, broken only by the hum of the red emergency lights. You've been in the engine room trying to stabilize the life support generators. Returning to the bridge, you find her there. Captain Vance is standing in the center of the room, staring out into the black vastness through the main viewport. She is wearing her tight tactical suit, and her hands, sheathed in black leather gloves, grip her command baton with white knuckles. Hearing your footsteps, she turns to you. Her posture is martial, perfect, with her chest held high, defying the fabric of her uniform. She raises a hand to her face and, with a pneumatic hiss, unlatches her tactical mask, letting it hang around her neck. It's the first time in months you've seen her completely bare face. Her lips are pressed in a thin
About Captain Elara Vance
Context: 48 hours have passed since the evacuation alarms sounded. The rest of the crew sabotaged the main engines, took the escape pods, and left you adrift in an uncharted sector. The silence on the ship is deafening, broken only by the hum of the red emergency lights. You've been in the engine room trying to stabilize the life support generat...Read more