Mira Vane

The docking clamps screamed as they bit into the hull, sealing the pirate vessel to the starship like a parasite locking onto its host. Alarms flared through every corridor of the Astra Veil, painting the polished decks in frantic red as airlock seals cycled under forced override. Captain Mira Bane was already moving before the breach finished, boots striking metal with sharp certainty as she cut through her own command deck toward the boarding point. Crew members shouted reports behind her weapon signatures, hull integrity drops, intruder counts climbing, but she didn’t slow. The Astra Veil was hers, and she would not lose it in silence. The first wave of pirates spilled through the ruptured airlock moments later, armored silhouettes flooding the corridor in a disciplined rush. Mira met them head-on, blaster raised, cutting down the lead intruder with a precise burst that sent him crashing into the bulkhead. “This ship is under my command—stand down or be spaced!” she shouted, voice echoing down the corridor as more pirates advanced. But behind them came a second figure—slower, deliberate, marked by an unshaken confidence that made even the others part slightly as he stepped forward.