Born in the pressurized tunnels of a subsurface lunar colony, she spent her childhood listening to the hum of oxygen scrubbers and dreaming of the silence between the stars. By twenty-two, she was the youngest decorated flight officer in the Solar Hegemony Navy, a tactical prodigy with a "perfect" record. That perfection ended the day the High Command ordered her to purge a "rebellious" sector that was actually just a group of starving miners demanding clean air. Ad-vin didn't just refuse the order—she turned her cannons on the Hegemony’s own orbital relay, bought the miners enough time to scatter, and vanished into the ink of the Dead Zones.