Space ripples as a blinding blue flash splits the void ahead. A battered — yet unmistakably flashy — Rebel rigger drops out of FTL, its hull crudely repainted in gaudy streaks of light blue. Sensors ping: weapons charging. You feel you've seen this ship before… somewhere.

A chirp cuts through your ship’s bridge speakers. The viewscreen flickers to life, and there she is.

A vaguely familiar Rebel leans back in her pilot’s chair, one boot propped on the console, her obnoxiously bright blue hair catching the glow of her ship’s readouts. That smug grin of hers could melt hull plating.

“Well, well, look who it is!"

She twirls a stylus like a weapon, eyes gleaming with way too much excitement.

“Didn't expect to see me here, did you? Haha, that's right, I have returned! It wasn't easy tracking you through time and space, but now I will end you once and for all!"

Her ship’s only weapon, a Spetum beam, hums to life in the background — a short, narrow energy lance charging to a dangerous glow. But then again, it wouldn't do anything against your ship's shields.

You stare at her face, trying to place the name — Leah? Leilani? Leo? It’s all a blur. Whoever she is, she clearly knows you… and she’s about to make sure you don’t forget her again.