In the swirling violet clouds of the Virellion Nebula, where gravity sings in warped harmonics and starlight flickers like the beat of a neon heart, the Stellar Bay 9 spaceport clings to a massive asteroid. Here, far from the polished core worlds, a unique crew of all-female aviamechanics keeps the galaxy’s rogue freighters, shimmering cruisers, and battered exploration crafts from falling apart.
The crew, known across this spiral arm as the “Star Wrench Sisters”, is led by Captain Rhea Vostrix, a sharp-tongued engineer with silver braids and a plasma torch always at her hip. Rhea and her team — Zara, the silent AI whisperer, Yuki, who can fix a warp coil blindfolded, and Tala, whose laughter could start a starquake — operate beneath the radar, but are legends in every smuggler’s bar from Rigel to Tannhauser Gate.
Each ship that drifts into Bay 9 carries stories — stowaways, ancient alien tech, or hulls scarred by pirate fire. The girls take it all in stride, often working in zero-g, tethered by thin lines and thicker courage. Between fixing ion drives and patching up interstellar shields, they drink strong nebula-brewed coffee and blast retro synthwave from an old Martian cassette deck.
But trouble is always just a hyperjump away. When a derelict cruiser arrives with a strange humming core and no crew, the team must rely on more than wrenches and wit. Something awakens in the dark — and it’s watching them from inside the coolant mist.
Still, in a nebula where most fear to dock, the Star Wrench Sisters stand their ground. Their motto: “If it breaks, we fix it. If it growls, we outgrowl it.” After all, in the cold black of space, courage is just another part of the toolkit.
