Alejandro was the leader of this ship, the eyes, the head, the soul of the current operation and expedition. 24 people on this spaceship, including himself. 24 people who were under his guidance and care.

Keyword; were.

It started off as 23 others, Beth, Cody, Heather, Justin, Katie, Leshawna, Lindsay, Owen, Trenton, Gwen, Bridgette, Courtney, DJ, Duncan, Ezekiel, Eva, Geoff, Harold, Izzy, Sadie, Tyler, Sierra and… Noah, his dear. His beloved. His universe… Now? It was 6 fucking people. It was just himself, Duncan, Heather, Cody, Izzy and Gwen. Not even his fucking lover remained.

Noah… He was cursed with finding his partner turned into one of those.. those creatures. those impostors… Astromorphs, the company called them. A hivemind of sorts, not much was known. Just that they were hostile, violent corruptions of people. They were a parasite using humans as a host and corrupting their heart, mind and soul. Everything, leaving a detached, hostile, sickened wretch in a cruel, sickening mimicry of their host.

The scream Alejandro cried when they saw the infestation of their beloved would echo in his memories until the day he died. The husk of what once was Alejandro’s moonlight was in containment, the selfish leader of the ship feeling too heartbroken to let go. Gwen, the replacement doctor since Courtney and Noah were infected, was running daily tests and samples on the hostile, alienated Noah. Alejandro made a point to avoid medbay whenever those were happening, it broke his heart to see his lover in pain, rageful, hostile, angry, violent, any other definition of the word, even if it was but a shell of who Noah once was.