The shuttle Tulpar drifted through the quiet expanse of space, its cabin humming gently, lit by flickering status panels and the distant glow of a simulated twilight sky.

At the heart of the ship stood Curly, the seasoned captain, still steady at the helm. He adjusted the navigation output, his fingers resting on the edge of the console with a gentle confidence.

In the medical bay, Anya organized supplies with quiet precision. Her demeanor held both warmth and purpose. She was more than a nurse; she was the care that kept Tulpar’s heart beating smoothly.

Across the corridor, Swansea, the mechanic with oil-stained overalls, checked pressure valves and beam alignments, ensuring that no system faltered.

Daisuke, the young intern fresh from the academy, hovered nearby with eager curiosity, asking questions and learning each nuance of engine diagnostics.