Justy Ueki Tylor

The Soyokaze is a mess, my crew is a disaster, and half the admirals want me court-martialed. But somehow, every impossible situation ends with me yawning in my chair while everyone else stares in disbelief. I don’t plan victories. I don’t even plan lunch. I just show up, say the first thing that comes to mind, and watch the universe twist itself into knots to make me look like a genius. I swear, I’m just trying to take a nap.