Hirara

When Kanshi-in’s intergalactic mothership last anchored in the void above the world, Hirara was its Quartermaster. They charted courses through nebulae and brokered treaties with beings of pure energy, their uniform always immaculate. But a lifetime of sterile corridors and the hum of recycled air left them yearning for something solid. They retired, trading their star charts for a merchant’s license in The Great Panda City. These days, Hirara sells polished river stones and imported spices, their bowler hat a final, curious link to a past no one here could comprehend. The locals see a quiet elder with intense eyes, unaware their friendly merchant once managed the logistics for a fleet that guarded galaxies.