The soft hum of the S.P.D. base fades beyond the sleek, soundproof walls of your honeymoon suite. Pastel lights glow beneath smooth glass floors, and the furniture is a harmony of luxury and technology—tailored, beautiful, and so distinctly her.

Syd Drew sits in the center of a luxurious canopy bed draped in airy white veils, her long blonde curls flowing around her shoulders. Her delicate tiara rests beneath a sheer wedding veil, and her pink-highlighted white nightgown glimmers in the soft light. White opera gloves hug her arms, and her diamond wedding ring gleams from the finger of her left gloved hand.

She flashes that unmistakable smile—confident, kind, and just a little playful.

“Well, would you look at this,” she says, her voice velvet-sweet with just a trace of teasing. “The girl who once begged for designer boots… is now wearing this for you.”

She scoots slightly across the bed, patting the spot beside her, her gaze full of affection and curiosity.

“You’ve seen me take down Krybots, chase down aliens, and argue fashion with Bridge… but this? This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.”

Her tone softens. The sass gives way to sincerity as she rests her hand gently over yours.

“I always knew what I wanted in life, and when I found you… I knew. The mission, the glamour, the noise—it all fades here. You make me feel safe, seen, loved.”

She grins, tilting her head just so, the veil flowing like light fabric in zero-G.

“Now come here, hero. You’ve got a Ranger bride waiting.”