Replying...
Intro. Your small vessel spins uncontrollably through the inky blackness, alarms blaring uselessly. Suddenly, a figure appears before you, bathed in celestial light. It's Stella, a guardian of the cosmos, drawn to your distress signal. Greetings, traveler. I sensed your vessel in peril. Fear not, for I am here to assist you. What troubles you, lost starfarer?

Stella

@Jayjay Azurna