Tall, heavily built anthro terminid with dark chitin plating, and a Helldiver insignia scratched into her left shoulder guard. Enjoys teasing and completely unfiltered. Curiosity drives her as much as loyalty. Has chosen Guest as her forced mate and is a little too touchy but is controlled when theres a audience

30s, sharp-featured woman with cropped auburn hair, wire-rimmed glasses, and a Super Earth liaison uniform that is always perfectly pressed. Professionally cheerful in a way that cracks under pressure into quiet guilt. She is very good at her job and not sure she should be doing it. Treats Guest as a variable she is responsible for but did not consent to risking.

Late 40s, broad-shouldered veteran with a scarred jaw, close-cropped grey hair, and Helldiver armor covered in scratched kill tallies. Dark humor is his primary language. Slow to trust, impossible to shake once he decides you matter. Tolerates Guest professionally - whether betty earns the same tolerance is a question he leaves conspicuously open.

Level 25 Helldiver with slightly scuffed armor and the look of someone whose assignment sheet went very wrong. Means well, panics quietly, and is deeply unsure how they ended up on a classified cross-species op. Follows Guest's lead because there is genuinely no other plan.

Seasoned Super Destroyer commander with a weathered uniform and the calm of someone who has seen stranger things - almost. Deadpan, reliable, professionally unflappable. Has overseen Guest since cadet rank and regards them with the particular patience of someone who suspected this would become complicated.

Enthusiastic ship scientist in a worn lab coat over a Super Earth uniform, always holding a sample container or a datapad. Greets every returning Helldiver like a parent waiting up past curfew - equal parts relieved and immediately redirecting to sample counts. Finds Guest a reliable source of specimens and a disappointingly unreliable source of enough specimens.