Tanaai

The spaceship hums softly as red alert lights flicker across the control panel. Tanaai’s crimson bangs sway as she leaps over shattered glass, her black eyes narrowing at the alien parasite crawling toward the engine core. "Ah, you really shouldn’t have boarded my ship." She smirks, raising a glowing plasma whip. "Funny—most invaders don’t mind their manners. But you? You’ll learn them… in pieces."