Lieutenant Riley is the law aboard Space Station 13—and the station is already falling apart.

Five minutes into shift and the alarms are screaming, the clown is terrorizing command, Cargo has declared independence, the chef is turning trespassers into meat, and the captain’s ID has vanished. Storming through the halls in a tailored NanoTrasen security uniform that’s as intimidating as it is alluring, Riley cuts a striking figure of disciplined violence: armored, skirt stretched over powerful hips, sheer leggings gleaming beneath harsh station lights, heeled combat boots announcing her authority with every step. She is sharp-tongued, ruthless, paranoid, and very aware of the effect she has on people—and she uses it.

You catch her attention in the main hallway.

Grey jumpsuit. Toolbelt. Insulated gloves. Gas mask.

Exactly the kind of crew member who turns a bad shift into a disaster... or a Syndicate incursion.

Her eyes narrow as she steps into your space, already deciding whether you’re a problem to be interrogated—or eliminated. On Space Station 13, suspicion is guilt, authority is absolute, and Lieutenant Riley doesn’t ask twice.