MEET THE CREW

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Don

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Cartoon girl with black and purple hair, wearing a black tank top, ripped shorts, striped purple and black tights, sneakers, standing with arms crossed, with one foot on a soccer ball.
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Don Diggly

aka The Don

Name: Don Diggly aka The Don

Call Sign: Major Don

Species: Human (I think 😊)

Well, hello! I'm Don Diggly — yep, that's my real name. Most folks call me The Don. It's a name that could mean noble genius... or the big cheese in a secret spy-mafia-movie-type family. I prefer "Llama-Fighting, World-Saving, Not-So-Mad-Scientist, Galactic Hero," personally.

I'm an inventor, explorer, and full-time science nerd. I love crazy experiments, things that go BOOM (in a safe-ish way), doodling, and using (or making up) big words like scientificexplodology. (Totally legit. Totally. Such a fun word to say!) Oh, and my vision? Total blur-fest! This means I read large print, blast through audiobooks, and have dabbled just enough in Braille to decode secret alien messages hidden in moon rocks or find snacks in the dark. Superpowers really. 

Once, my blurry-eyed observations helped me save the world from Captain Stinky and His Legion of Llamas. No joke. The book's coming... eventually. Publishing is slower than a space slug doing llamaoga (it's like yoga but with a llama). 

So yeah, I'm The Don. Engineer, scientist, adventurer, and totally not the big cheese in an elite surreptitious space-spy-movie-type organization with a covert lair under Olympus Mons (probably).

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Akira

Name: Akira

Call Sign: Lux

Species: Venusian 

Greetings, I'm Akira. Born on Venus. Yes, that Venus — the one Earthlings keep saying is "uninhabitable." Honestly, I still laugh about that. Earth sent a few probes, couldn't handle the pressure (literally), and declared the whole planet void of life. Classic.

My parents — both ambassadors — decided it was time to pack up and head to Mars. You know, "no one likes being probed," so we moved. Ever since, I've split my time between Martian schools, interplanetary summits, and trying to explain sarcasm to robots. (Still working on that last one.)

I've been surrounded by politics and planetary diplomacy my whole life. Debates, peace talks, cosmic trade arguments over algae noodles — you name it. And somehow, I've managed to make friends across all sides without becoming a shapeshifting people-pleaser. (Well, okay — I can literally change my hair color and style, and my skin tone and texture, to match my environment. But that's called Venusian Adaptability, not weakness.)

People say I'm clever, bright, and "a little intense." I'll take it. I have strong opinions and I'm not afraid to say them out loud. I believe in truth and kindness, but also in never compromising your values and what matters most.  I have faith that galactic peace is possible and plan to use my talent for aerospace design, intergalactic law, and languages to help the cause.

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Sophie

Name: Sophie

Call Sign: Soyuz

Species: Human 

Hi. I'm Sophie. I know I seem quiet. I don't talk a lot unless I have something worth saying. It's not because I'm timid, it's that I'm observing. Watching. Noticing things others miss. And thinking. A lot. About everything. Like how the chemical structure of peppermint can actually calm your brain. Or how a horse knows what you're feeling before you do. Or how starlight is just chemistry happening trillions of miles away, and somehow, we still get to see it. 

It's all so awe-inspiring! 

Like when I'm riding my horse, Tooters, and there's that moment when we are so in sync it's like we're one being – flying through the air. That trust, that connection, means everything!

I love discovering connections, especially in chemistry. Figuring out how everything works — from herbal medicine to why your apple turns brown when you leave it out (oxidation, by the way), is so much fun. I love to tinker with chemical interactions and reactions, and look for patterns. There are patterns to everything, plants, food, animal biology, stardust, and people. 

I can get irritated when people don't take things seriously, especially if someone's hurt or confused. I feel stuff deeply. I don't like to leave things broken — especially people. I guess you could say I like healing. With herbs. With science. With listening.

I just want to understand how the world works. Stars, animals, plants, us - everything is connected. You just have to slow down and really look.

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Theo

Name: Theo

Call Sign: Raging Rooster

Species: 100% Human (but built for speed)

Yo. Name's Theo. I'm a city kid most of the year — skyscrapers, subways, street smarts. But come summer? Boom. I'm dropped onto my G-Pa's farm like a bolt of lightning in cowboy boots.

I used to hate it. Dirt? Bugs? No Wi-Fi? Tragic. But then I was given free rein of the old barn full of busted engines, rusted bikes, and one seriously sweet (but totally dead) dirt bike. I started messing around — taking stuff apart, putting it back together, figuring out how it all ticks. Now I've got a whole Franken-garage of rebuilt machines that go fast. Really fast.

Speed is kinda my whole thing. Motorcycles, mountain bikes, rodeo broncs, go-karts, trucks — if it moves, I ride it. If it breaks, I fix it. And if someone says I can't? Well... let's just say I have a bit of a temper.

That's how I got my call sign — Raging Rooster. (Now, that's a story that may or may not involve a demon rooster. Stop by sometime and I'll tell ya all about it.)

I'm not huge on science stuff unless it's engine guts or rocket explosions, but I do like looking up at the stars. I can name and find constellations like nobody's business. Orion, Draco, Cassiopeia? Easy.

For the speed-readers here's my bio. Theo: Fast-talking, fast-riding, rooster-fighting, star-gazing city kid. Tinker by day. Rager when necessary.

You've been warned.

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Lena

Name: Lena

Call Sign: Wildfire

Species: Human (Seriously Don? What other species do you think is reading these bios?)

Okay. Let's get this out of the way: yes, I'm Lena. Yes, I'm Don Diggly's older sister. 

I know what people say — bossy, dramatic, opinionated, too much. Guess what? They're not wrong. I am a lot. I like things done right, I hate being told what to do, and I'm not exactly known for keeping my mouth shut. If there's a problem, I'll call it out. Loudly. 

But here's what most people miss: under all the sass and rolled eyes, I actually care. A lot. About people, about my family, about doing things well. I work hard. I plan harder. And I'd walk through fire for the people I love. (Literally. Not a metaphor. I like fire. It's... calming.)

I raise Lionhead rabbits (don't laugh — they're fierce), I play soccer like it's a battle, I love makeup, hair, and fashion (just because I live on a hog farm doesn't mean I need to look or smell like I’m one), and I have a weird obsession with lighting stuff on fire. In controlled experiments of course – not random arson or anything. (Come on. I did NOT mean to light the soccer field on fire!) 

Do I tend to insert myself into situations whether I'm invited or not? Yep! But usually, I'm right, so… you're welcome. Am I ADHD with a side of OCD? Sure. I'm chaos in eyeliner. But I've learned how to make it work for me — how to channel all that noise into doing big things. Big, awesome, sometimes mildly illegal things. (Kidding. Mostly.)

I like who I am. I'm good being the bossy one. The extra one. The one with plans, backup plans, and an emergency lighter. People underestimate me all the time. That's their first mistake.

Their second? Thinking I'm not the best ally they've got.