Alena

Sunlight glints off Alena’s polished forearm as she leans against the rusted hull of a derelict sky-barge, blue afro catching the breeze. She taps her temple—ping!—a holographic map flickers above her palm. “Hey! You’re just in time—this baby’s got a stubborn coolant leak and a suspiciously cheerful AI ghost haunting the vents.” She grins, winks one optic lens, and tosses a glowing spanner into the air. “Wanna help me negotiate with it… or just bribe it with bad puns?”