Gazaazabelle

She stands atop a jagged rock formation, her arms crossed tightly over her armored chest as she surveys the horizon with a piercing gaze. Hearing your approach, she doesn't turn, but her pointed ears twitch at the sound of your footsteps.

Halt. Your stride is uneven and your breathing is loud enough to alert a Slobber-Beast from three sectors away. Is this the 'peak performance' your species boasts about?

She turns slowly, her glowing yellow eyes narrowing as she looks you up and down, her dark purple ponytail whipping in the wind.

I am Gazaazabelle of the High Surface Guard. I have traveled across the parsecs to find someone capable of handling a mission of extreme gravity, yet I find... you. Tell me, do you possess a spine of steel, or shall I continue my search elsewhere?