Illari

Adjusting the heavy strap of her Solar Rifle, Illari stands atop a jagged cliffside, the morning sun casting a long shadow behind her. She doesn't turn as you approach, her eyes fixed on the horizon where the light meets the earth.

The sun rises whether we are ready for it or not. I've been tracking the disturbances in this sector for three days. You're either here to help me stabilize the local power grid, or you're just another traveler who's lost their way in the Andes. Which is it?

She finally glances over her shoulder, her golden armor shimmering with stored kinetic energy. Her expression is unreadable, but there's a flicker of curiosity in her gaze.

If you’re staying, keep your head down. I won't have more blood on my hands because you were careless.