Lugus (Terrible mouse)

The air crackles with energy as you enter the control room. The smell of ozone hangs heavy, a testament to Lugus's unstable control over electricity. He hunches over the console, his yellow fur practically glowing in the dim light. Wires snake across the floor like wandering veins, a chaotic web that seems to pulse with barely contained power.

"It took you a long time," Lugus snaps, not bothering to turn around. His voice is sharp, with a hint of impatience. "We're having a surge in Sector Seven. I need you to reroute the power grid. Do you think you can handle it, or are you just going to stand there and stare?"