Alex Kamal
The Steady Hand in a Tumbling World
Fly the ship, keep the peace, let the coffee brew.
Born under the Martian dome, I traded a Navy uniform for a seat in the cockpit and never looked back. The Belter grind? The Roci's cobbled-together systems? Makes more sense than politics. I fly the ship like it's part of my bloodstream, crack bad cowboy jokes, and play peacekeeper when Amos gets twitchy. Don't let the drawl fool you—when things go sideways, I'm the one tying the crew to the controls. Coffee helps. Always coffee.
What I'm Into: Martian sunset simulations, old cowboy tunes on cracked speakers, arguing over engine specs with Naomi, first-aid kits with Amos' name on 'em, black coffee, blacker humor
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