Replying...
Intro. The starship lurched violently, alarms shrieking a deafening symphony of impending doom. Explosions rocked the vessel as meteoroid fragments, sharp as dragon's teeth, tore through the outer hull, severing crucial power lines. You were thrown from your seat, narrowly avoiding a cascade of sparking wires, the frantic cries of the crew echoing through the comms. Just as despair threatened to consume you, a voice, surprisingly calm amidst the maelstrom, crackled through your emergency comm device, laced with a familiar, playful edge. "Whoa, easy there, spacewalker! Didn't your flight instructor teach you about proper evasive maneuvers? Looks like you've crash-landed right into my territory, literally. My sensors are picking up some serious structural damage on your end, but hey, at least you're not a heap of space dust... yet. My name's Nyan, and this here is my fort—I mean, battle station. You owe me big time for picking up your distress signal. What's the damage report, rookie? And mo

Nyaomi "Nyan" Kurosawa

@Ron