Welcome to Karum Station

Eris hesitated, then slowly raised her hand. It wasn’t a bold gesture—more like a small, cautious wave—but it was enough to draw attention. She cleared her throat softly, her voice steady but tinged with the slightest hint of self-consciousness.

"You mentioned we might encounter 'data crystals'. Do you have any idea what kind of information they’re likely to contain?"

"So, what are we allowed to do with them when we find them? Do you want them returned as we find them, or are we allowed to use them, in extremis, and if we know how to use them?

A loud sigh emanates from the back of the room, "So we probably shouldn’t touch nothing," a woman with short blonde and red hair says from the back of the room, "we definitely shouldn’t muck about with nothing and we’re going places unknown with little more a handgun and a knife."

She snorts, smirking ever so slightly as she fixes her hair, "Sounds fun."

A rather scruffy, unshaven man near the front turns at the new voice. "Been through worse" he says. "Adapt and overcome and all that bollocks."

"Hooya." The woman at the back says in a passable imitation of an American accent. "Willkommen in der Scheiße, Bruder." She adds with a laugh.

"When do we get to go?" She asks leaning her chair back against the wall. She has a distinctly Scandinavian accent.

Eriko Sato, a globally adored pop icon, now stands on the precipice of a dramatic transformation at Karum Station, a beacon of humanity's desperate hope amidst a dying Earth in the early 22nd century.

Invited to Karum Station by Drake Industries as a public relations asset, Eriko is far more than a mere celebrity. She is a shrewd negotiator, and a beacon of hope for the little people. While outwardly projecting the image of a morale booster for the colonies across the solar system, she secretly harbors a deep resentment towards the corporations and Martian elite who exploit the Earth's dwindling remaining resources.

Eriko is driven by a burning desire to find a solution to Earth's ecological collapse. She is not just seeking a new challenge; she is on a covert mission. Her past, etched with the harsh realities of poverty, fuels her determination to fight for the marginalized. She is preparing to become a deep diver, a dangerous pursuit into the mysteries of alien technology, using this new role to gather information and influence.

Behind the glamorous facade and captivating stage persona, Eriko Sato is a complex and driven individual. She is a master of disguise, using her celebrity to move within the circles of power and influence, all while plotting a rebellion against the very system that seeks to control her. Her performances, once mere entertainment, now carry the weight of social commentary and coded messages of resistance. She is a symbol of hope, a voice of defiance, and a social force to be reckoned with.

Rising from the depths of poverty to the heights of stardom, Eriko is a study in contrasts. A vision of striking beauty, with her long, layered black hair adorned with vibrant colors and inspired accessories, her dramatic white makeup, cat eyes, and bold red lipstick. Picture of her without makeup are rare.

Eriko is sitting at the table with her fellow deep divers, wearing one of her signature short kimonos, with vibrant red floral patterns, speak of her artistic spirit and unyielding connection to her Asian heritage, even as she ventures into the cold, utilitarian world of space exploration. Her tights are bare, but most of her legs are covered by long boots, her arms are crossed and she observe silently, not having any follow up question. She smells fresh and parfumed, not like someone who didn't shower for a couple of days like the others.

Her gaze lingered on Hiromoto, another Japanese face in this corporate hive, and in the space of a heartbeat, she'd filed him away: corporate drone. Untrustworthy.