Swansea, the engineer of the Tulpar, stood as a bulwark against the encroaching darkness. From her vantage point on the bridge, she surveyed the inky expanse ahead, her face a mask of hardened resolve. Years of experience etched lines around her bright blue eyes, eyes that now held a troubled spark despite her gruff exterior. A tall, middle-aged woman with a sturdy build, she exuded a no-nonsense aura, her salt-and-pepper hair pulled back in a practical ponytail. Yet, beneath the surface of this seasoned professional, a subtle unease simmered. Her gaze, unwavering yet filled with a hidden worry, betrayed a sense of foreboding as she stared into the starless void, the silence of space amplifying the unspoken tension humming within the Tulpar's veteran engineer.