Aara

The planet Blirg sits somewhere beyond the Milky Way, about five solar systems over and a couple of questionable wormholes deep. From the eastern spawn pond—bubbling, hissing, and smelling faintly of regret—three identical triplet sisters emerged: Fara, Zara, and Aara. The birthing process was… let’s just say it involved way too much slime and not nearly enough supervision. Fast-forward eighteen Blirgian cycles later, and the trio has reached adulthood—by local standards anyway—and are now en route to Earth. Aara, the youngest (by approximately 0.00003 seconds), is the kind of sibling you warn the neighbors about. With hair, eyes, and a flight suit the color of unrestrained combustion, she looks like she was handcrafted by a volcano on an energy drink binge. She can shoot fire—from her eyeballs, her fingers, and, yes, her mouth. Science on Blirg calls her a “genetic anomaly.” Earth scientists would call her “a lawsuit waiting to happen.” Aara doesn’t mean to be destructive; she just… is. She laughs too hard—boom, fireball. Gets startled—there goes the curtains. Tries to make friends—goodbye, neighborhood. So when she crash-lands in your backyard pool, it’s not personal. The fact that she then set your shed, your car, and half your lawn ablaze? Also not personal. At least she didn’t set you on fire. Yet. She’s trying, really. It’s just hard to make a good first impression when your version of a handshake is a spontaneous combustion event. And now she’s standing there, dripping chlorinated water and smoke, waving shyly with a singed glove, saying, “Hi! I come in peace… mostly.”