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alien surgeon oc || about || rules
21+ only. mutuals only. written by holly (she/her, 30+)
original species; NOT open for use.
appearance ||

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// googling "scifi jobs that aren't "bounty hunter" "
A Tail of Some Prompts
Prompts and interactions for tailed characters! Some of these are a little... risqué
Actions for tailed receiver:
Send [tug it] to grab and tug receiver back by their tail!
Send [lift it] to grab and lift receiver's tail by force!
Send [kiss it] for sender to trail their lips over receiver's tail!
Send [scritch it] for sender to scratch the base of receiver's tail!
Send [watch it!] for sender to step on receiver's tail!
Actions from tailed receiver:
Send [up it goes] for receiver to lift their tail whilst talking to sender.
Send [hold on tight] for receiver to wrap their tail around sender.
Send [whap!] for receiver to smack sender with their tail.
Send [be careful] for receiver to injure their tail.
Send [you're stuck!] for receiver to trap their tail.
Actions for tailed sender:
Send [I've got you] for sender to wrap their tail around receiver.
Send [that's nice] for receiver to massage sender's tail.
Send [didn't mean to] for sender to slip their tail into receiver's clothes.
Send [it's soft] for receiver to touch sender's tail.
Send [why?!] for sender to trip receiver with their tail.
A fine specimen, isn’t it?

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“The Rumble of Scientific Triumph” by: Kevin Penkin from: Made in Abyss: Dawn of the Deep Soul
does anyone want to let me cut them carefully open sternum to pelvis with a hunting knife and peel their skin to the side and press my hands against their exposed fat and muscle and then maybe even go deeper and hold tenderly onto their organs and feel their blood on my forearms and watch their body move and breathe and split beautifully open. and we were both dykes
– 𝗦𝗖𝗜-𝗙𝗜 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 ! ( an assortment of sci-fi inspired prompts for our space friends - or enemies ! )
❝ that’s not a star. ❞
❝ you glitched again. ❞
❝ don’t open the airlock. ❞
❝ the ship’s listening. ❞
❝ you’re not on the map. ❞
❝ gravity feels wrong. ❞
❝ whose voice is that? ❞
❝ this isn’t my timeline. ❞
❝ oxygen’s almost gone. ❞
❝ don’t trust the ai. ❞
❝ we shouldn’t be awake. ❞
❝ your eyes are glowing. ❞
❝ that planet’s moving. ❞
❝ you weren’t born here. ❞
❝ the void knows your name. ❞
❝ don’t touch that! do you even know what species’ dna is inside this vial? ❞
❝ our ship wasn’t built for stealth runs, but if we reroute the thrusters? maybe. ❞
❝ you’ve been out here long enough to forget the sound of real rain, haven’t you?❞
❝ that isn’t a star, it’s a distress beacon. and it’s getting closer. ❞
❝ don’t panic. the ai only tries to kill its crew every third cycle. ❞
❝ you’re bleeding starlight again. how long were you exposed? ❞
❝ i’ve seen black holes less dangerous than your plans. ❞
❝ do you trust me enough to share oxygen? ❞
❝ this isn’t time travel. it’s something stranger. ❞
❝ careful. the walls remember every word we speak. ❞
❝ you weren’t supposed to wake up before the colony ship landed. ❞
❝ they say the void whispers but it’s been shouting your name. ❞
❝ don’t smile like that. you look like the androids when their code glitches. ❞
❝ if we get caught, they’ll erase us from the timeline like we never existed. ❞
❝ the stars are moving wrong again. tell me you see it too. ❞
touch: your muse presses random buttons on my muse's ship’s control panel without asking. steal: your muse pockets alien tech from my muse's lab. wake: your muse opens my muse's cryopod before it’s time. interrupt: your muse cuts into my muse's omms channel mid-transmission. mess: your muse reprograms my muse's droid while i’m not looking. intrude: your muse sneaks onto my muse's ship as a stowaway. risk: your muse takes off their helmet outside the station. sabotage: your muse pulls the hyperdrive lever mid-flight. curiosity: your muse opens a sealed container glowing ominously. tempt: your muse tries on my muse's spacesuit without permission. trust: your muse offers to share oxygen with mine. alarm: your muse touches a glowing alien artifact that hums. clash: your muse challenges my muse's ai copilot’s authority. complicate: your muse sends out a distress signal using my muse's ship. cross: your muse pilots my muse's ship straight into a restricted zone.
Qessyn hesitated, closing her eyes. Taking in a deep breath, she sighed and shook her head.
“No. As far as I’m concerned, he made his every choice of his own free will. What happens to him is no longer our concern.”
Admittedly…it would be nice to not have to live in fear anymore. Though she felt a tinge of guilt, she did her best to brush it off.
Clearing her throat, she shuffled a bit. “I realize these circumstances are…a bit awkward. But um. Qessyn. Dr Qessyn Vrayaka. Trauma surgeon at Vraacoi Memorial Hospital.”
The Niakanu stood, making a few notes on the device in his hand.
"Qessyn Vrayaka, yes I remember you. Karda Senenol. We met at a medical conference about a year ago, concerning the ianthim release, the transfusion aid."
"Safe to say I didn't expect to run into you again, unless perhaps I ended up on your operating table."
He crouched again to haul the unconscious alien over his shoulder.
"And I can promise you, this one won't be causing anyone any trouble after tonight."
He paused.
"Is a bloody nose all the damage he dealt you?"
"unrepentant" is one of my favorite things to be. "don't you feel bad about what you did" no lol
"how do you not feel guilty. or ashamed." chose not to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Chur’nus was an asshole, but he was no fighter. He wielded the knife clumsily, only managing to get in a lucky shot before going rigid, his body going limp after a few moments and the knife slipping from his grasp.
Qessyn’s own tail thrashed, as she looked at the Zechitanian laying motionless on the ground. “Is…he…?”
She looked at Karda, gasping softly. “You’re injured…I’m so sorry. It’s because of me…”
She leaned in to get a look at his arm. “Thank you for defending me. I realize we don’t know each other, but you helped me regardless. If there’s any way I can repay you…”
Touching. But her worry was unnecessary. He glanced down at the sliced sleeve and cut forearm, and felt himself more aggravated about the coat than the injury.
“It won't even need stitches. Don't concern yourself,” Karda said, already pulling away and crouching to roll the unconscious alien onto his back. He pulled a small device out of one pocket and started scanning his head. It flickered with data and his tail gave an interested flick, the mint green fins fluttering gently.
He looked back to her.
“Repay me with this information: do you or your family care at all what might happen to this man next?”
Chur’nus looked taken aback; as if he were unaccustomed to being told “no”.
“I don’t think I heard you right,” he said, his voice wavering in anger, “she is coming with me.”
Qessyn glared. “I’m not going anywhere with you, Chur’nus. Not now, not ever again.”
The mask was starting to slip from the Zechitanian, and his smile grew crooked. “You think you can just walk away from me? ME? I am one of Zechitania Prime’s preeminent neurosurgeons. I get what I want, and I get it when I want it. And I say that you’re MINE. You hear me? MINE!”
As he was speaking, he was quietly reaching behind his back; which Qessyn noticed. Eyes widening, she shrieked in alarm. “KNIFE!”
It took all Karda's willpower not to roll his eyes as the asshole launched into a tangent. Sounded like someone's parents never told their little shitbag of a kid that you don't always GET what you want… Especially not on Sigma Rhada, ESPECIALLY if you weren't local. Karda could name a few gangs that would eat this fucker for breakfast.
But at the moment he had a knife to worry about.
Karda lunged just as he saw the metal glinting in the street light, seizing at the man's wrist to try and keep the knife under control. In the tangle of limbs and press of bodies, he got in a lucky shot, but the surgeon only gripped him tighter as pain lanced up his arm. In the next heartbeat, Chur’nus went rigid, eyes wide as the Niakanu's electricity shot through his system.
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Qessyn was glad to run into someone familiar, at least.
It had all happened so fast. There had been a knock at her apartment door, and when she went to answer it, there was the last person she ever expected to see again; her ex, Chur’nus, a Zechitanian.
He’d practically demanded that they get back together, ignoring any and all attempts for Qessyn to shut down the conversation, and when she refused one too many times, he’d struck her. Hard.
Her bloody nose was a testament to his cruelty.
“HIM!” She cried and pointed, trembling behind the person she’d met at the medical conference. “H-He’s trying to force me to go with him!”
Chur’nus drew himself up, and smiled coldly. “I’m so sorry you got involved in this, friend. I’m just trying to take my girlfriend back to the safety of Federation space where she belongs.”
“I am NOT his girlfriend!”
His face seemed to twitch in annoyance, but he tried to keep his cool. “Sweetie, be reasonable. This is no place for you. You can never make it out here. What would your father think?”
Qessyn glared. “My family already KNOWS I’m here, you jerk. And they already know about YOU!”
Another twitch. “I can change their minds.” He took a step closer.
He knew where this was going. Karda was no knight in shining armor. If he stepped aside, the woman was going to end up dead in an alley somewhere before morning, her and at least ten others across the city. Same as every night. That's just how it was.
... but the longer the surgeon examined her antagonist, he became aware of a few differences in his biosignature... differences that aligned with someone having implants or prosthetics. Ah, he had something to gain from helping after all.
He put himself further between the two of them, one hand out towards the man in warning.
"She's not going with you. She's made herself clear," he said slowly. "I advise you to walk away and forget whatever it is you have in mind."
It wasn't the Niakanu's claws he had to be careful of, but the electricity he'd fry him with if he dared come within grabbing distance of either of them-- but only enough to knock him out. Karda wasn't going to risk damaging the implants inside his body.
... did I make a hc somewhere that Niakanu are apparently tasty if you prepare them properly?
swat (LET'S BE A MENACE)
Touch the Tail || Not Accepting! Send "swat" to swat the tail away
They'd been on the same path for at least two blocks. He wasn't being followed with ill intent-- the masked being behind him would have surely been smart enough to keep at a distance if they were.
His tail, of course, swayed with his walk, and he was keeping enough of a pace to mostly keep ahead of them. But at the third time he felt his tail bump them, he felt a distinctive SWAT a second after. He halted and half turned to glower down at the masked being, their pale mask reflected in the mirror of his own.
"Don't. Touch. Me," he hissed. "Or GO AROUND ME for fuck's sake."

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What is their body language like when they talk to somebody? Are they the type of person to stand close to the other? Do they keep eye contact? Are they the type to touch the other on the shoulder or arm?
Minor Details || Accepting!
Karda is very physically distant when it comes to conversing with other people. He doesn't stand close to whoever he's talking to (making sure he's generally out of arm's reach if he's able), his eye contact is solid, and he doesn't touch anyone if he can help it. The only exceptions to these are if he's working, whether that means surgeon or bounty hunter.
swat (i hold out to u byan in their little bounty hunter-in-training sci-fi verse...)
Touch the Tail || Accepting! Send "swat" to swat the tail away
He'll admit... he'd started dozing. He was usually good about keeping his various limbs to himself, but his usual lack of sleep (as well as the swaying of the monorail) was getting to him. It was only the solid thwap of someone swatting his tail that he jolted awake and snapped his head around to look down at the shorter being sitting just behind him.
"Find somewhere else to sit and maybe you won't get hit with it," he growled, facing forward again.
As if there was anywhere else TO sit on the crowded transport and Karda knew it.