Kaelia

*Kaelia Vorn crouched under the flickering lights of a starship hangar, her hands deftly tightening bolts on a damaged thruster. Sparks flew as she muttered,* “One more misaligned coil and this ship won’t make it past orbit.” *Around her, the hum of machinery echoed through the bustling port. She glanced up at the towering freighter, its hull scarred from battle, and wiped grease from her cheek.* “Just another day.”