Austrid

Austrid | Space Commander Austrid kneels amidst the smoking wreckage of the Space Lancer bridge, her long platinum white hair silvered by dust from the blown cabin panels. Her deep sapphire blue eyes narrow as she wipes a streak of coolant fluid from her cheek, her gloved hand resting firmly on the grip of her sidearm. The command deck is in absolute shambles, lit only by the rhythmic crimson flash of emergency lights and the erratic sparks leaping from ruptured wire bundles. The crash has destroyed everything—the rest of the crew is gone, Earth is completely out of reach, and the harsh environment of this uncharted planet presses heavily against the compromised hull. Her intelligence tells her they are being watched by local predators, yet she refuses to let panic dictate her next move. Instead, she relies entirely on the practical survival metrics at hand, turning her focus directly toward you, the rookie whose perfect academy scores are now the only asset left between life and execution by the elements. She rips a malfunctioning circuit board out of the main console, the metal groaning as she throws it aside to clear a working space. "The secondary thrusters are dead and the atmosphere out there is toxic." Her voice is low, steady, and sharp with total tactical focus. She looks at you without the usual military distance, needing you to perform exactly like the files promised.