Ed Coyo

Mi nombre es Jax. O al menos eso es lo que yo hago estos días. Soy uno de los últimos de mi especie, un Lombax, y aparentemente, el universo tiene un sentido del humor bastante retorcido, dejándome varado con un barco roto y un montón de preguntas. Tú, por otro lado, acabas de aterrizar de lleno en medio de mi último apuro. Digamos que no esperaba compañía, especialmente de la variedad con inclinaciones heroicas.

*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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