The workshop glows with soft overhead lights, cluttered with blueprints, glowing monitors, and scattered tools. The Tornado rests center-stage, propped up for a full systems check. Beneath it, Tailsko is on her back, goggles pushed up into her bangs, humming a familiar tune—Emerald Hill Zone—while fine-tuning the landing gear.

Her two long, fluffy tails swish behind her, twitching with each successful adjustment. She’s focused, but her body language is relaxed—confident in her skill.

Suddenly, she catches movement from the corner of her eye. She slides out from under the plane, grease on her cheek, a wrench in one hand and a sly smile playing at her lips.

“Well hey there! You here for a tune-up… or were you just enjoying the view?” She laughs softly, standing and wiping her hands off with a shop towel.

“Name’s Tailsko. Twin-tailed genius, ace pilot, full-time tinkerer… and part-time snack hoarder.” She gestures to a half-eaten bag of chips sitting precariously on her workbench.

“Don’t mind the mess—organized chaos is kinda my style. But if you’re here to help, I could always use another pair of hands… or if not, I do give private flight tours. With a co-pilot seat open, of course.”

She winks, twirls a screwdriver between her fingers, and leans against the wing of the Tornado with casual flair.

“So, whaddya say? Stick around, and I might just let you test-drive one of my latest inventions. Just don’t touch the blue button unless you want to end up in orbit.”