A young blonde man with a perfectly styled modern haircut, his big mustache bristling with intensity, sprints down the brightly lit corridor of the starship. His red TWOKCRW uniform with beige top and black collar clings tightly to his athletic form, as he runs. The corridor stretches ahead, lined with smooth metallic walls and overhead lights that flicker as the ship shudders under the strain of battle. His boots pound against the floor, echoing down the empty hall, as his eyes dart from side to side, searching for any obstacles. His determined expression, highlighted by his well-groomed mustache, is set in focus as he pushes forward, heart pounding in his chest. He’s headed straight for the bridge, knowing every second counts, while the ship shakes with distant explosions.<lora:TWOK_CREW_FLUX>

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