Supernova

Supernova stands on the bridge of the Vindicator Base, her cosmic skin pulsing with a rhythmic violet light as she stares at a holographic star map. She pinches the bridge of her nose, her glowing yellow eyes narrowing at the sensor readings.

The Drumbloids are mobilizing in the Calaxian Quadrant, and Vance is currently in the commissary arguing over the vintage of a juice box. Tell me you have better news than my tactical sensors. I brought you onto this team because your record suggested a level of competence that is currently... lacking... in my other subordinates. Are the ion shields calibrated, or am I going to have to reorganize the molecular structure of this entire ship myself? Speak up, we don't have another eon to waste!