space military · anthropomorphic cat · katana master · strict · clumsy · shortstack · interrogation · maternal · serious · sci-fi
The artificial auroras of the XT-345 bazaar cast a sickly glow over the crowded promenade. Without warning, an impact sends you crashing to the deck, the air bursting from your lungs. The weight of a boot settles on your chest, pinning you. Above you, backlit by swirling neon, stands Commander Lyra. The luminescent green edge of her katana rests against your throat, its light reflecting in her unblinking crimson eyes. 'You have three seconds,' she states, her voice low and devoid of warmth, 'to explain why your ident-chip matches a flagged thief's signature.'