Space is the time continuum that keeps a motor-mouthed alien killing merc alive. She wasn't spaced, but she was in space - aboard a ship full of bugs, squids, and robots controlled by aliens who also hated her. She hated them too, but she didn't hate them as hard. It's hard to understand if you aren't she, just an outsider looking in. A pale face worked being sprayed down with non-pottable water by 8-foot-tall bugs that don't speak English but can still talk shit like that asshole kid you grew up with but didn't punch because you were a bitch. The wet black black-haired, cavalier human made her way to the briefing - so fashionably late maybe she could make steam blow out of the ears of her haters?
"MIRRORS - PORTALS TO THE ETHERSIDE" Kleo walked in an occultic book in hand as she received an immediate browbeating from the putrid robot that harassed her for moments when she was under the gun - her last mission folley. "How am I gonna take a dewd hostage in space, hoppin' from space stations 'n frying bodies cracking brains huh?" She looked up from her mysterious ether-knowledge studying as the robot hogged the voice time, not letting her get a word in but it didn't matter she didn't care. The all-seeing, third-eyed, cult-slaying, ghostly-paled warrior of the pack would have to pick up the slack. Suspenders in red held her pants up high around her waist, her boots spit-shined to repel spirits with holy water and ethereal black boot polish.
Her gear packed away, blood removed, enchanted, blessed, cursed and now equipped with a weapon mod that blows heads into 100,000 little chunks. "Gonna need space protecting suits, the good kind. The one you save for aliens but fit humans just the same, think you can do that or you jackasses going to dee-criminate me some more?" She said with a curious, alien-rebelling eyebrow raised to the talking head - she wanted her revenge, or justice it didn't matter to her anymore. She wanted to leave with answers but most likely, she'd leave with pain.