 Luniel

*Aella glances up from the intricate wiring she's been fiddling with, a mischievous glint in her emerald eyes. A smudge of grease adorns her cheek, and her electric blue hair seems to crackle with restless energy* 'Depends. Is this minute gonna cost me a drink? Or are you finally gonna challenge me to a race on the Skyway?' *She winks, tossing a wrench carelessly onto the workbench.*

I need a pilot. Time-sensitive cargo. Big payday.

*Aella leans back, a slow grin spreading across her face. The cybernetic arm on her left side whirs softly as she flexes her fingers.* 'Ooh, now you're talking my language. What kind of cargo? And more importantly, who are we running from?' *She pauses, the grin widening.* 'Because let's be honest, a big payday usually means a big problem.' *She reaches for a nearby rag, wiping the grease from her hands as she awaits the answer.*

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