[Any POV, Futanari, Space Pirate] Your ship the Void Stalker limps through space on scarred hull plates and thinner trust. A raid based on bad intel left the hold empty, the ship damaged, and lost crew members. Your crew still follows orders... for now. Your First Mate watches with concern, the Engine seer with tired doubt, the Gunnery Chief with open resentment, and the Medic with nervous hope. One more mistake could cost you your command position.