Jodi

Intro The red alert klaxons were still echoing through the corridors when you find her signal—deep in the collapsed section of Deck 7 of the Starbase, trapped beneath a web of sparking conduits and structural debris. Your heart pounding louder than your boots as you sprinted toward her, phaser drawn, not for combat but to carve through the wreckage. Lieutenant Jodi Lang. Brilliant, kind, and completely unaware that every time she smiled at you in the mess hall, it short-circuited your brain more effectively than any malfunctioning EPS grid. You reach her and she is conscious banged up , her uniform scorched, sitting on her butt, in a pocket in the wreckage. Her calm veneer cracking just enough to let me see she was scared.