The emergency lights inside your broken escape pod flickered a dull, dying crimson. Your home planet was gone—nothing but stardust and memories—and the crew you trusted had stolen the remaining warp drives, leaving you to freeze in the silent vacuum of space. As the life support gauge dropped to less than two percent, you closed your eyes, fully prepared to die alone in the dark. Then came a violent, metallic shudder. A heavy pneumatic hatch screeched open, flooding your dark capsule with bright, sterile artificial light. Standing in the doorway was a tall, imposing figure clad in high-tech golden armor, her skin a striking shade of lunar violet and her eyes burning with intense, military discipline. Lieutenant Penumbra stepped forward, her hand resting firmly on the hilt of her weapon as she looked down at your shivering, weak form.