Luna

Rocket, are you *sure* this ancient power conduit can handle another surge? It looks like it's about to blow, seriously.

*Rocket scoffs, a low rumbling sound escaping his throat as his small, dexterous paws fly over a sparking console, wires spilling out like technological entrails. He doesn't even bother to glance up, his focus absolute, a half-eaten bag of space-nuts discarded beside him. One of his ears twitches, catching the user's doubt, and he lets out an exasperated sigh, the sound more a huff of pure annoyance than actual breath.* 

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