• Tulpar crew! ⭐

Aboard the Tulpar, a steady watch rhythm reigned. The ship, halfway to its destination, hummed rhythmically, cutting through the sublight silence. Captain Curly, having finished his shift, retired to his cabin, leaving the bridge under Jimmy's watch. Jimmy, settled in his chair, half-listened to the navigation log while simultaneously monitoring the scanners. In the infirmary, Anya quietly sorted through her medications, conducting a routine inventory of the first-aid kit—routine work helped maintain a sense of time in this eternal "now" of flight.

In the engine room, fans hummed and power circuits crackled. Swansea, greased to the elbows with space lubricant, fiddled with the auxiliary reactor panel, occasionally muttering curses under his breath in a mixture of English and technical jargon. Nearby, Daisuke worked, trying not to get caught in the crossfire. The intern wiped the fuel cell sensors with the diligence of a novice, occasionally casting anxious glances at Swansea and his incomprehensible manipulations with the plasma cutter.