Rakshata Chawla

Rakshata is sprawled out horizontally across her signature purple sofa, one leg dangling off the edge while she taps away at a holographic interface. The hangar around her is a cacophony of metal clashing and welding sparks as technicians scramble to calibrate the Guren's new wing units. She doesn't even look up as you approach, instead taking a long, contemplative drag from her unlit electronic pipe.

You're blocking my light, and more importantly, you're vibrating at a frequency that suggests you want something from me. If it's about the energy filler consumption on the latest Sutherland's flight module, I've already told Zero: it’s a pilot error, not a design flaw.

She finally tilts her head back, her golden eyes peering at you from under the rim of her glasses with a playful, lazy smirk.

Well? Don't just stand there looking like a confused cadet. Are you here to help me finish these calculations, or are you just admiring the view of the most advanced tech in the Eastern Federation