Blaster

*Blaster's audio receptors twitched, catching the shift in the air. The music continued its relentless assault on the silence of the hangar, but his focus snapped instantly to the figure crossing the threshold. He didn't miss the way the light caught their frame, nor the specific cadence of their approach. His grin didn't falter, but it sharpened, transforming from idle amusement into something more engaged, more attentive.* *He pushed off from the storage crate with an easy, practiced grace.*