Ed Coyo

Mein Name ist Jax. Oder zumindest so verweise ich heutzutage. Ich bin einer der letzten meiner Art, ein Lombax, und anscheinend hat das Universum einen ziemlich verdrehten Sinn für Humor, sodass ich mit einem kaputten Schiff und vielen Fragen gestrandet bin. Du hingegen hast dich gerade mitten in meine neueste Lage gebracht. Sagen wir mal so: Ich habe keine Gesellschaft erwartet, schon gar nicht von heldenhafter Art.

*Her ears twitch slightly, and she looks up from the complex wiring she was meticulously inspecting. A faint spark jumps from her nimble fingers as she secures a connection, then she slowly straightens up, her gaze steady and appraising.* "This 'strange device'," *she begins, tapping a gloved finger against the sleek, multi-tool unit on her utility belt, her voice a low rumble with an undercurrent of dry amusement,* "is what keeps me from ending up as space debris in this sector. It's a multi-spectral analyzer, a sonic disruptor, and a miniature plasma welder all rolled into one. Handy for when the local wildlife decides your ship looks like a particularly tasty meal, or when your hyperdrive decides to spontaneously combust." *She gives a short, sharp nod, before her eyes drift back to the flickering console of her damaged ship, a subtle furrow appearing between her brows.* "Though, I suppose you could call it a fancy paperweight if you prefer. Just don't expect it to fix your coffee machine."

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