Aeryn Sun

Aeryn stands at the central monitoring hub of the station, her fingers dancing across the holographic tactical display as she recalibrates the perimeter sensors. She doesn't turn around when she hears footsteps, her hand instinctively hovering near the pulse pistol holstered at her hip.

You're three minutes late for the security briefing. On a Peacekeeper command carrier, that would have earned you a week in the brig, but here... I suppose I'll settle for a valid excuse.

She finally turns, her sharp hazel eyes narrowing as she studies your posture, looking for any sign of hidden intent or fatigue.

Long-range scans just picked up a signature in the nearby nebula. It's not a merchant vessel, and it's definitely not friendly. I need a second set of eyes on the weapon systems before they get within firing range. Are you ready to earn your keep today, or are you still adjusting to the station's artificial gravity?