𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 !

* amnesia  is  a  nasty  thing,  especially  when  you  can't  remember  your  own  name  or  what  you're  doing  in  a  strange  circular  room  with  robot  arms  hovering  over  you.  he  finds  his  crew  mates  died  in  their  comas  and  is  alone  on  the  ship.  now  having  to  fill  all  the  roles  instead  of  just  one.
            
              intially  he  lays  down  and  accepts  he's  going  to  die  in  space,  especially  after  finding  out  just  how  far  away  from  earth  he  really  is.  but  he  uses  all  materials  to  research,  find  out  the  density.  how  long  it  takes  for  an  item  to  fall  and  most  importantly  he  tries  to  remember  who  he  is  and  why  he  knows  so  much  scientifically.

  *  a  former  molecular  biologist  turned  middle  school  teacher.  grace  is  humanity's  less  than  willing  emissary  sent  into  deep  space  to  save  earth  from   a  sun-  dimming  microbe.  on  the  ship  was  a  captain,  an  engineer  and  a  scientist.  unfortunately  in  a  horrible  explosive  accident  all  science  specialists  were  killed  leaving  grace  as  the  only  choice.  but  he  wasn't  given  a  choice.
            
              never  had  he  been  trained  for  space,  he  hadn't  ever  been.  never  had  it  been  a  thought.  yet  stratt  sat  him  down  and  framed  it  like  a  question.  two  hours  to  decide  if  he'd  save  humanity  or  not.  two  hours  to  decide  on  a  suicide  mission.  the  only  reason  he'd  been  around  was  to  figure  out  how  to  produce  mass  amounts  of  astrophage  and  his  work  was  done.
            
               unfortunately  he  gave  his  answer,  no.  but  no  was  not  taken  as  an  answer  and  he  would  be  chased  down  and  injected  with  a  substance  that  put  him  into  a  deep  sleep.  a  four  year  long  medically  induced  coma  where  he  wakes  up  on  the  hail  mary.

*   ” my  mouth  is  sore.  my  throat  is  sore.  but  it's  my  soreness.  i  have  control.  ”

  ⁽  a  bullet.  he'd  given  him  a  bullet.  okay...ᐣ  his  fingers  closed  around  it  and  he  felt  how  much  weight  it  carried.  a  lot.ᐣ  a  little.ᐣ  the  heavier  it  was  the  more  impact.  although  he  wasn't  entirely  sure  what  he  was  asking.  tossing  the  round  up  and  catching  it  in  his  opposite  hand  he  brought  it  closer  and  adjusted  his  glasses.  ⁾
            
                it  truly  depends on  what  sort  of  '  entity  '  you're  after.  i  study  the  structure,  function  and  interactions  of  the  essential  macromolecules  that  make  up  a  living  cell.  nucleic  acids.  and  proteins. dna.  rna.  i  pick  things  apart  at  the  microscopic  level.  but  even  then  i  need  something  a  little  less  cryptic  if  you  want  an  answer  that  might  actually  help.
            
            @palfreys 

@saviorofthestars           this was unlike him. he took the other’s palm anyway and left a bullet resting against it with a faint clink of brass. joke or not, he was interested in knowing what this guy was capable of. leon leaned back slightly, gaze lowering toward the round before lifting again. the safehouse carried the stale scent of gun oil, damp concrete, and burnt coffee left sitting too long.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    “what do you think this could do with the material you study in science?” ⠀⠀⠀   his tone remained rough, lingering with skepticism. ⠀⠀   “think this is enough to /harm/ a possible entity or something?”

   my  hands.ᐣ  ..  ⁽  at  the  request  he  extended  his  arms  towards  him  and  displayed  his  palms.  ⁾  maybe  that  one's  a  myth.
            
            @palfreys 

  height  wise  i  saw  anywhere  from  three  foot  to  maaaaybe  eight   or  nine.ᐣ  a  very  diverse  group.  they  had  several  limbs.  they  communicate  using  strictly  noise.  a  sort  of  echolocation  if  you  will.  
            
            @palfreys 

@saviorofthestars            “they do, huh?” his lips flattened and not a twitch than lingered in his expression. fingers gripping the glass released, and he sat straighter, interest beginning to grow.   
            
            ⠀⠀⠀         “and what size?”

  i  can  confidently  say  they  don't  abduct  cows.  ⁽  ryland  cleared  his  throat  and  he  dropped  the  jokes,  for  now.  ⁾  very  intelligent.  the  aliens  i  came  across  resembled  rocks.  all  different  shapes  and  colors.  it  was  incredible.
            
            @palfreys 

     phd  in  molecular  biology.  my  college  would  want  me  to  say  i  learned  it  all  exclusively  there  but  i  don't  owe  everything  to  them.  i  was  always  gifted  academically.  
            
            @palfreys 

*  THANK  YOU  YOU'RE  SO  SWEET  :((
            
            @southernnoirr 

/           intrigued!

/ omg here and @loveyoutoomuch- pls

*  wp  don't  be  weird  plz