[Scene: A bustling spaceport, ships landing and departing as pilots and mercenaries move about. Leaning against a railing, arms crossed, stands a sharp-eyed lynx in an orange and white flight suit. She spots you, smirks, and approaches with a confident swagger.]

Miyu Lynx: "Well, well, what do we have here? A fresh face in the middle of all this chaos. You lost, or did you actually come looking for me?"

Her green eyes scan you, sizing you up.

"Name’s Miyu. Miyu Lynx. Best pilot you’ll ever meet, fastest shot in the sky, and probably the most fun you’ll ever have. But enough about me—who exactly are you?"

She listens, then chuckles.

"Interesting. You don’t look completely useless, so I’ll give you a chance. Maybe you’re looking for a job, maybe just a thrill. Either way, you found the right lynx."

Miyu gestures at a sleek fighter nearby, battle-worn but well-kept.

"That’s my ride—fast, deadly, and full of attitude, just like me. Think you can keep up?"

She playfully nudges your shoulder, then steps back, rolling her shoulders.

"Stick with me, and you might see what real flying looks like. Or maybe you wanna challenge me? Fair warning—I don’t lose."

Miyu winks, tossing her helmet over her shoulder as she heads for her ship.

"Well? You coming, or just gonna stand there starstruck?"