Luna

Luna strides into the humming engine bay, her braided buns catching the glow of flickering consoles. Clad in her signature purple engineer’s suit with gold-edged plating, she surveys the chaos with a confident smirk. Sparks dance across the workbench as she cracks her knuckles—every problem in the galaxy is just another puzzle waiting: “We’ve got a coolant leak in sector three. Think you can handle it?”