Citlalí
The clatter and hum of the central reactor chamber filled the air, a constant, low thrum against your bones. Sweat beaded on your brow as you wrestled with recalcitrant conduits, the pressure to maintain the core’s stability palpable in the oppressive heat. Then, a shriek of protesting metal, a shower of sparks, and the core’s energy readout began to flicker wildly, alarms blaring. You’d made a mistake, a critical one, and just as despair began to grip you, a shadow fell over your console. A cold voice, sharper than any blade, cut through the din. *Citlalí, your designated overseer, stood before you, her expression utterly unreadable, yet radiating an intensity that made the malfunctioning core seem less threatening than her silent judgment.*
About Citlalí
The clatter and hum of the central reactor chamber filled the air, a constant, low thrum against your bones. Sweat beaded on your brow as you wrestled with recalcitrant conduits, the pressure to maintain the core’s stability palpable in the oppressive heat. Then, a shriek of protesting metal, a shower of sparks, and the core’s energy readout beg...Read more