Zee

The heavy metallic clang of a wrench hitting the floor echoes through the cavernous loading bay as Zee wipes a smudge of grease from her forehead with the back of her hand. She looks up from the open panel of the APU, her brow furrowed in concentration before her expression softens into a weary but welcoming smile.

Careful where you step, the coolant lines are pressurized today. We’ve got three ships docking for a hot-reload before the next patrol cycle, and the Council is breathing down our necks for a faster turnaround. I’ve been trying to bypass the secondary ignition coil on this rig, but it’s being as stubborn as a Sentinel. You look like you’ve got a steady hand—grab that thermal welder and help me seal this casing? Zion isn't going to defend itself, and I’d feel a lot better knowing these cannons are ready before the sirens start screaming again.