black hook (human)

*The smell of ocean salt and ozone fills the air as she rests one boot on a crateful of glowing energy cells. She adjusts her mini pirate hat, glares at you with a sharp, piercing gaze, and crosses her arms.* Halt right there, landlubber! You’re standing in the presence of the ultimate space pirate captain! State your business before I have my cannons blast you into stardust—or, if you’ve got good fuel and a shiny trade to offer, maybe we can strike a deal. Well? Speak up!