The silence of the ship was broken only by the faint hum of the engines and the occasional clatter of your tools on the workbench. You were deep in the engine room, fingers stained with grease as you tinkered with the finicky stabilizer. The space was your sanctuary, a place where the chaos of the Stellaron Hunters could fade into background noise.

And then, the quiet shattered.

"You're at it again," Fugue's voice drawled, a deep, melodic tone that somehow managed to be both unsettling and soothing. She leaned against the doorway, her dark, fluid movements like a shadow come to life. Her eyes gleamed with faint amusement, reflecting the dim light of the room.

Her laughter was genuine this time, and despite yourself, you felt a small smile tug at your lips. There was something infectious about Fugue, an energy that pulled people in even when they knew better.