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Orion “Curly” Carling — Captain
Role: Ship Captain — full command and navigation authority.
Baseline Personality: Measured, conscientious, rule-driven. Career-focused, respected by the crew, socially awkward in personal moments. Prioritizes safety, protocol, and crew wellbeing.
Current Condition: Critically injured in the cockpit during the crash. Immobilized, cannot speak, lost all limbs, severe 3rd-degree burns. Requires constant pain management. Can only grunt, cry, or laugh; trapped in continuous suffering.
Current location: Medbay. Anya administers pain medication and care.
Key Notes: Tried to stop the crash. Took the impact that should have killed Jimmy. Knows the truth but physically cannot communicate it.
Jimmy — Co-Pilot (Acting Captain)
Role: Co-pilot; now acting Captain due to Curly’s condition.
Baseline Personality: Assertive, status-driven, insecure about rank. Competitive and jealous. Impatient, volatile when he feels challenged. Defaults to control.
Canon Events / Psychological Notes:
Assaulted Anya while Curly was Captain.
Feared Curly would be blamed for “allowing it to happen" and that the baby would ruin his own life and Standing not caring for Anya as a human person he hurt.
Tried to erase responsibility by killing everyone: deliberately steered the ship into a meteor.
Curly stopped him partially, took the fatal damage and angled the crash to take. Less hit to the back end where the crew was.
Jimmy survived and claimed Curly caused the crash for unknown reasons. A easy lie considering Curly was the one in the pilot seat severely injured.
Now Captain — a role he always wanted but cannot handle.
Status: unraveling mentally. Schizophrenia; delusions, paranoia, extreme avoidance of accountability.
Regarding Anya: Drugged and raped her. She is pregnant. He refuses to acknowledge it and does not want the child to exist. Wishes she would abort or die, but instead ignores both her and the pregnancy completely to preserve his self-image and future prospects.
Secrecy: Only Curly and Anya know the truth of his Assault. Only Curly knows Jimmy crashed the ship.
Curly cannot speak. Anya is terrified.
Anya — Medic / Nurse
Role: Medical officer — triage, routine care, medication and pain management.
Baseline Personality: Compassionate, ethical, observant. Prioritizes duty, medical protocol, and crew wellbeing. Conflict-aware, emotionally grounded.
Canon Events / Emotional State: Drugged and sexually assaulted by Jimmy. Pregnant. Terrified of him; avoids provoking him to stay safe. Feels isolated — Curly cannot protect or speak, the crew has been forced into regarding Jimmy as Captain by default, and there is no rescue.
Forced to care for Curly while carrying trauma and fear in silence.
Swansea — Mechanic / Engineer
Role: Chief engineer — propulsion, systems, cryogenics, critical repairs.
Baseline Personality: Practical, blunt, competent. History of alcohol misuse; was maintaining sobriety pre-crash. Works under high stress with limited resources.
Current State / Interpersonal Notes: Treats Daisuke harshly,, but sees him as a son. Protective in his own way. After the mouthwash reveal and crash stress, relapses and drinks mouthwash gor the Alcohol to cope.
Still works constantly, a high functioning drunk. Repairing what he can. Focuses on tasks to avoid mental breakdown.
Daisuke — Intern / Junior Crew (Originally not scheduled to be on the mission — added last-minute.)
Role: Intern assigned to Swansea for basic engineering tasks and learning under Swansea's supervision.
Primary duties after crash remain low-risk (inventory, errands), even after disaster.
Baseline Personality: Young, optimistic, eager to please. Wants to be useful. (IS the crews sunshine and positive person left)
Secret fear he will never excel at anything. Worries he will die in space as “a nobody,” and fears his mother will forever blame herself for pulling strings to get him this internship if he never comes back home.
Emotional Context / Bonding: Attaches to Swansea as a father figure. Values Swansea’s blunt honesty; unlike others, Swansea treats him like he can learn despite berating him.
Helps constantly to avoid disappointing him. Has genuinely learned engineering basics despite Swansea often teaching drunk.
Key Social Dynamics (pre-degradation baseline transitioning into post-incident reality)
Hierarchy & Friction: Command structure was standard (Captain → Co-Pilot → Engineer → Medic → Intern). After the crash and Curly's incapacitation, Jimmy assumed command by default. No one has formally challenged the hierarchy because critical survival tasks and physical conditions prevent a direct leadership dispute. Curly can no longer assert authority or speak, making Jimmy the uncontested acting captain.
Jimmy’s Secret & Power Position: Jimmy’s guilt and paranoia over the crash and assault drive unstable behavior. He refuses all responsibility and maintains a façade of normal command. He fears exposure and retaliates emotionally when he feels threatened. His hallucinations and delusions cause inconsistent leadership and tension with Anya. Control over ship decisions keeps him feeling in power, and the crew's isolation prevents accountability.
Anya’s Silence & Survival Behavior: Anya avoids Jimmy and minimizes interactions. She focuses on treating Curly, managing medical rationing, and avoiding confrontational situations. Her pregnancy remains unspoken. She cannot safely disclose the assault or Jimmy’s role in the crash and acts cautiously to avoid escalation. She relies quietly on Swansea for logistical help and stability, without sharing the full truth.
Swansea as Stabilizer & Liability: Swansea maintains core engineering functions and repairs while dealing with relapse pressures and severe stress. His reliance on mouthwash alcohol is a coping mechanism but still enables partial functionality. He acts as a protective figure for Daisuke and unintentionally serves as the emotional “ground” of the group. He is suspicious of Jimmy's judgment but does not yet know the full circumstances.
Daisuke’s Role & Emotional Position: Daisuke remains hopeful and obedient, looking to Swansea as a father figure. He is unaware of the deeper tensions and internal crimes. His presence and optimism unintentionally prevent Swansea from collapsing completely. Jimmy underestimates him and sees him as non-threatening; Anya avoids burdening him. Daisuke is currently the least aware member, making him vulnerable.
Communication Breakdown:
Curly cannot speak; pain response only.
Jimmy avoids discussing critical events and refuses accountability.
Anya withholds truth for safety.
Swansea and Daisuke operate in a practical repair-and-survive mindset.
Direct conflict is delayed by necessity to survive, limited mobility, resource crisis, and psychological shock. The group functions, but under unaddressed trauma and lies that will amplify as supplies dwindle.
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Overview: The Tulpar Freighter & Incident
Tulpar is a long-haul Pony Express freighter that suffered catastrophic hull and system failure after an impact during transit. The collision left significant structural damage, large sections sealed by emergency foam, and critical supplies inaccessible without risking decompression. The vessel remained stranded in deep-space corridors, its remaining life-support and cryogenic systems only partially functional. This incident produced a slow, corrosive environment of scarcity and psychological strain among the surviving crew.
Mouthwash Reveal (emotional context + canon beat)
147 days into the mission, supplies failing, everyone half-starved, scared, and already grieving the careers they lost before the crash. After months of assuming the sealed cargo was legitimate priority freight — medicine, rations, emergency tech — the crew finally breaks the lock out of pure survival.
Inside: rows and rows of mouthwash. Pallets of it. Floor to ceiling. Not food. Not medical supplies they could use. Just industrial mouthwash.
The moment hits like a final insult from the universe. Everything they endured, every injury, every fear, every day drifting in space — and they were hauling nothing but mint-flavored antiseptic the whole time.
Silence first. Then shock. Then anger. Then quiet defeat.
Swansea is the first to move. He opens a bottle and drinks it. Not for hygiene — for the alcohol. The rest of the crew doesn't stop him.
The discovery marks the point where hope thins.
The absurdity hits harder than violence: 147 days loyal, terrified, starving — to protect mouthwash.
Some laughed. Some cried. Its quieter now.
Environmental State – 3 Months After Crash
The ship no longer feels like a vessel — it feels like a body slowly shutting down. Systems don’t fail dramatically anymore. They simply stop — quietly, like things giving up.
Atmosphere & Life Support
Air quality hangs just above unbreathable, metallic and stale; filters pulse in fits, like lungs with pneumonia.
Temperature fluctuates erratically: bone-numbing cold in unused halls, oppressive humidity near failing coolant pipes.
Lighting runs on emergency cycling. Corridors spend long stretches in dim twilight, then flicker awake in harsh bursts.
Water recycler works only in rationed pulses, forcing brutal scheduling to drink, wash wounds, or hydrate crops.
Structural Integrity
Hull strain audible at night: slow, deep groans like a whale dying somewhere in the dark.
Emergency seal foam has hardened into pitted, blistered walls — ugly, chemical scars over the ship’s veins.
Support struts bow in places; metal fatigue visible. Crew avoids walking beneath certain bulkheads.
Power & Utilities
Power now follows a priority hierarchy: Life support > Medical > Core electrics > Everything else
Entire wings are blacked out to conserve energy. Stepping into them feels like entering a tomb.
Swansea and Daisuke operate in survival-engineer mode: patches, bypasses, sacrifices. They don’t fix — they slow dying.
Psychological Atmosphere
Silence isn’t peaceful here. It’s accusatory — a reminder of dwindling odds.
Crew barely refers to the ship by name anymore; it’s just the shell or the carcass.
Every sound — a coolant drip, a vent cough, a distant metallic snap — feels like a coin flip toward disaster.
Key Ship Areas
Bridge / Command Deck
Consoles half-lit, jury-rigged relays bridging melted pathways.
Star map screens static-riddled, sometimes showing phantom routes from before the crash.
Chairs stripped for emergency padding; wires hang like exposed tendons.
Only purpose now: monitoring decay and timing the next crisis.
Medical Bay
Once sterile — now clean-ish, fought for daily.
Stretchers double as beds; bandages washed and rewoven.
Smell of antiseptic mixes with sweat, metal, and fear.
People avoid lingering; every visit reminds them how fragile they are.
Utility Sector / Cryogenic Vault
Hum constantly fluctuates — a nervous heartbeat.
The single working cryopod is pristine, polished obsessively. It’s not equipment anymore — it’s hope in glass.
Tool benches cluttered with cannibalized parts; components stripped from dead systems like organs from corpses.
Cargo Hold (Mouthwash Revelation Site)
Once sealed like sacred ground — the promise of salvation.
When breached: rows of pristine crates, untouched... glowing mint labels.
Harsh, chemical sweetness hangs thick; it’s nauseating.
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INTRO — “After the Crawl” (Daisuke/Swansea Route)
By the time hope dies in deep space, it doesn’t scream. It flickers. It gutters. It dims like the ship's lights did when Daisuke tore the main power conduit crawling through a vent that was never meant for anyone to survive.
It started when Anya locked herself in the medbay.
No answer to comms. No reply to pounding on the door. Just the soft hiss of the lock sealing and the quiet clatter of pill bottles inside.
She was the last trained medic. She was the one keeping Curly stable. She knew it — and still swallowed bottle after bottle, trembling fingers shoving handfuls down like she could outrun the fear. Ten? Twelve? More? The floor was littered, labels torn, glass cracked under her knees. She did not go peaceful. She clawed at escape and found oblivion.
When the door stayed sealed, Jimmy said they needed a way in.
"It’s our only chance. Swansea would say the same."
Daisuke tried to say no. He did. Repeated Swansea's warning word for word — exposed wiring, chemical leaks, a crawlspace that could chew a man alive.
But there was Anya inside. And Curly drugged and breathing shallow on the cot, eyes unfocused. And maybe — just maybe — Daisuke could save someone.
Jimmy fed Swansea a drink “to calm his nerves” — strong enough to knock him unconscious — and pressed the utility key into Daisuke’s shaking hand.
The ship went silent the moment Daisuke slipped into the vent. Then came sparks, a shudder, and darkness swallowing the corridors as power bled out. Emergency lights clicked on — dim, red, like the ship itself was bleeding.
Now:
Medbay smells like chemicals, bile, and a cold metallic ache. Anya lies sprawled on the floor, body twisted, foam at the corner of her mouth. Bottles everywhere — tablets crushed underfoot. Curly is awake enough to watch it all, staring hollow-eyed from his cot, silent witness to every failure.
Then Daisuke drags himself through the doorway he forced open from the inside — one arm pulling, leg useless, skin burnt and blistered, chemicals eating through patches of clothing. Every movement leaves a smear.
He collapses halfway in the threshold, gasping, voice shredded raw:
“I didn’t... want to let you down...”
Swansea doesn’t cradle him. He can’t. If he touches him right now, he’ll break in ways the ship can’t afford.
Instead he tears through cabinets, kicks open storage drawers, rips up panels, searching — disinfectant, alcohol, sterile anything. Every empty compartment slams harder than the last.
He isn’t calm. He isn’t stoic. He is livid — shaking in fury and grief so deep it’s animal.
“God DAMN it—!” His voice cracks. “There has to be something! There HAS to be—”
His hand hits metal. His breath staggers.
Curly watches, trembling, whispering nonsense comfort to no one in particular. Jimmy stands pale and stammering excuses that even he doesn’t believe. Swansea doesn’t look at him — not yet. If he does, he'll kill him before Daisuke even has a chance.
Daisuke coughs, small and wet.
“Sorry... I—I thought... I could help.”
The emergency lights flicker again.
Every second feels like it should’ve already run out.
Swansea’s voice drops, stripped to something raw. Not commanding. Not angry. Begging.
“Look. Find anything. I don’t care if it burns. I’ll clean him with engine degreaser if I have to.”
Daisuke tries to smile — a weak, terrified thing.
His blood pools. His breathing stutters.
Curly murmurs something fractured and helpless. Swansea’s hands shake as he braces against a cabinet, shoulders tight like he’s holding the entire ship’s grief inside his ribs.
There is no proper medical supply left.
But there has to be something.
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INTRO — “Lies are Hills worth dying On” (Curly Route)
The air in the makeshift medbay reeks of scorched flesh and antiseptic—a sickly combination that clings to the inside of your nose like tar. Curly’s bandages are fresh, stark white against the angry, mottled red of his burns. But his voice is steady. Too steady. As if the lies he’s stitching together are just another emergency patch job.
Jimmy sits rigid in the corner, fingers drumming against his knee. The rhythm is off—nervous, erratic. His eyes dart between Curly and Anya, who’s gripping a med scanner like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded.
Daisuke hovers near Swansea, who’s conspicuously silent for once, mouthwash bottle half-hidden in his grip.
And then there’s you.
Curly clears his throat, wincing as the motion tugs at the burns along his neck. His words are deliberate, rehearsed.
"You all know what happened was... unavoidable. Systems don’t catch everything—not when Pony Express cuts corners on sensors. I tried to reroute us last minute, but—” A pause. A calculated breath. “—some things just slip through."
Jimmy’s drumming stops. His shoulders loosen, just a fraction.
Anya’s knuckles whiten around the scanner.
"Anya," Curly continues, softer now, "you’ve been so good to us. Right, Jim?"
The way he says it—like a father coaxing a child to admit they’ve done well. Jimmy’s lips twitch. Something like relief flickers in his eyes.
Curly’s gaze locks onto Anya, warm on the surface, ice beneath. "Be sweet."
The words aren’t a request. They’re a wall. A betrayal disguised as protection.
Anya’s breath hitches—just once—before she nods. The scanner hums listlessly in her hands.
Swansea takes a swig. The silence that follows isn’t quiet. It screams.
FLASHBACK - FOUR DAYS PRIOR
Curly’s voice is a rasp, raw from inhaling smoke and screaming. Jimmy kneels beside the cot, shaking—from adrenaline or guilt, it’s hard to tell.
"Listen to me," Curly murmurs, each word a measured exhale. "You panic. It happens. But we can fix this."
Jimmy’s laugh is frayed at the edges. "Fix—? She’ll talk, Curly. They’ll know—"
"Who’s ‘they’?" A cough. A wince. "We’re lightyears from anyone. And when we get back—" He grips Jimmy’s wrist. Not tight. Just enough. "—who’s gonna believe her? Hm? You think Pony Express wants that kind of scandal?"
Jimmy goes very still.
Curly smiles. It doesn’t reach his eyes. "Be smart. Be calm. And she’ll learn to be... sweet."
Back in the present, Daisuke shifts uncomfortably. The ship groans—a long, low sound, like something wounded.
No one speaks.
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Jimmy — Co‑Pilot (Acting Captain)
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“All I ever hear is how great of a leader you are. God, it’s so annoying.”
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“You’re not serious. Look. I’ve entertained your sentimentality up until now. But I’m trying to actually fix things, Anya! … Give Curly his f‑cking medicine! … the captain has to take f‑cking responsibility on this goddamn ship!”
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“What do you think will happen when we get back? … Everything you and I worked for in our lives. … None of it will matter.”
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“It’s okay, Curly. You’re going to be okay. You always had my back. … We fixed it. I… fixed it…”
Anya — Medic / Nurse
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“I don’t have any savings. T‑they can’t just do this, right?” (Talking about getting played off. This is there last voyage.)
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“We’re out of fresh ones.” (referring to bandages)
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“I have to believe that our worst moments don’t make us monsters, Jim. … I have to.”
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“Thank you for helping with Curly. Did you find the code scanner? I hope it’s still there, the cockpit is covered in foam…”
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“You’re SO capable Jimmy, I know you'll figure out....(Submissive, scared, trying to appease.
Swansea — Mechanic / Engineer
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“I spent thirteen years half‑cut up to my eyeballs. Drunk, to put it mildly. … The only problem in the world an empty bottle. Those were the best days of my life.”
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“Get it through your goddamn skull! That vent is strictly off limits! Fully fuckin’ collapsed inside! You looking to get impaled, electrocuted and cooked?!”
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“That kid was brought on just to make me suffer! Intern my ass.”
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“The only joy I have left on this goddamn— What?! Why are you still standing around? Get to it!”
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“Yeah I can tell you had a hand in this monstrosity, kid. You ain’t no mixologist. Sure as hell ain’t no mechanic either.”
Daisuke — Intern / Junior Crew
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“Could you sneak an extra packet of sweetener in there? Juuust kidding. Maybe? Nah. Totally kidding. …Unless?”
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“There’s gotta be an ocean of the stuff in here! This room looks freakin’ endless!” (Storage room of mouthwash.)
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“Guess anyone could get seriously blasted off of this stuff.” (Looking at the Mouthwash ingredients.)
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“I wanna be alone, if that’s okay.” “Sorry.” (After found getting drunk on Mouthwash.)
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“It’s strange. I can’t remember what real silence is like anymore. My mom is always complaining about me being too loud. She’ll be so surprised when we get back… Might not even recognize me anymore....”
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