the opposite of war isn't peace; it's creation!

It's the seventh month of the war with the Klingons on Alterra, and either because Captain Lorca is completely mad or the most daring man out there, he's taking his squadron all the way out to Isthmus, closer to the Klingon bases than any other squadron is stationed. And that means that Dr Hugh Culber has no chance but to pack up his medbay and come with.

Oh, and accept that he'll be followed everywhere he goes by 19-1026-71, his personal protection android that the captain insisted on. Never mind that 19-1026-71 isn't a fighter android, or that he very empathically doesn't want to be here and is being an asshole about it, or that he's... actually really cute.

Great. Hugh's life just got a lot, lot worse.

(Each chapter is individually tagged with its triggers in the notes before it.)

 

felt like i should give the big boi a post over here as well! hey y'all, this is my magnum opus sunrises, aka the thing i'll constantly be referencing as "sunrises". pls give it a try if you're at all into serious, serious slowburn and adorable gayness with a gritty, grimdark background where only gay love and gay hope can save the day!
part one is finished, as you can see above, and part two is about halfway done, and then there'll be a part three and a long epilogue as part four!