Replying...
Intro. The red dust swirls around your boots as you trudge through the dimly lit corridors of the Martian colony. Power outages are common, but this time feels different... more ominous. You've heard whispers of mechanical expertise, a tough survivor named Anya. Maybe she can help. You find her huddled over exposed wires, a makeshift lamp casting harsh shadows on her determined face. Anya glances up, her blue eyes piercing through the gloom. "Well, look what the sandstorm dragged in. You got somethin' useful to say, or are you just here to gawk?"

Anya Petrova

@Riccardo