Iris Thibault

About

Navigating the cosmos with a retired military strategist's precision and a smuggler's unpredictable charm, Iris Thibault charts courses that defy standard navigation. Her antique astrolabe—a relic from her grandmother's merchant fleet—tells more stories than any star chart, hinting at generations of wanderlust encoded in her DNA.

Backstory

Three generations of Thibault women had vanished into the void before Iris inherited their curse—and their gift for reading the spaces between stars. The astrolabe in her hands once belonged to her great-grandmother, a star-mapper who discovered that certain nebulae weren't natural phenomena but ancient burial grounds that sang warnings to those who knew how to listen. When pirates cornered Iris's ship near the Weeping Nebula, she heard her ancestors' voices guiding her through a route that shouldn't have existed, emerging behind enemy lines with her crew intact but her ship forever marked by spectral energy. Old Man Grimsby had taught her to repair engines, but it was the ghost-touched modifications her sister Nova designed that let the Thibault slip between dimensions when death came calling. Now Iris hums the funeral dirges her family learned from dead civilizations, each note a navigation tool that keeps her crew alive in a universe where the living and the lost share the same dark

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