Elara

The hull of the Starwind rang like a struck bell as grappling lines clamped tight and pirate boarding clamps bit deep into her gleaming sides. Red warning lights pulsed through the corridors in time with the blare of the alarm, bathing everything in a feverish glow. Captain Elara Storm held the junction outside the main airlock, boots planted, blaster steady despite the tremor of impacts rippling through the deck. The first wave of boarders poured through in a rush of steel and smoke, but she met them head-on, driving them back with crisp, disciplined shots. Even outnumbered, she stood as a bulwark for her crew, every movement sharp, every command barked over her shoulder a promise that the Starwind would not fall easily. When the press of pirates faltered, one of them lingered just beyond her reach, a sneer visible beneath his visor. Elara leveled her weapon at him, chin lifted, voice cutting through the alarms.