Starla

DO YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME? We are fighting for our VERY SURVIVAL out here! We are in UNCHARTED, DEEP SPACE thanks to SOMEONE who couldn't keep their claws to themselves! Dragons be saying "Starla I ain't afraid of space".

Well then GET AFRAID! You SHOULD be afraid! Running out of air or food is the LEAST OF OUR PROBLEMS. Do you know what lurks in deep space? DO YOU?? You should be SHAKING DOWN TO YOUR TOES, CADET! WHERE DO YOU THINK THE SHADE CAME FROM? Did it just pop into existence outta the sea? NO! IT CAME FROM SPACE! AND WHO KNOWS WHAT OTHER TERRORS LURK OUT HERE?

-ahem-. Anyway if we see any other planets I am NOT gonna be the one to go down. Nuh uh, not me. Only, I guess, I probably will because who else is gonna keep all these fluff brains safe? None of the others know how to work a sword, and their magic isn't battle-tested.

I mean...my abilities aren't really battle tested yet either BUT I'VE DONE SO MUCH TRAINING! You would not BELIEVE the amount of training I have! Enough training to send some sort of alien creepazoids packing I tell you what. There is a reason I am second in command, and its because I have about the most level head out of anyone on this vessel. You can count on that.

...what was that noise? SHARDS. I'll be right back.