SOS From Space!

That Good Old Exposition

Mette was a thirteen-year-old, and a full member of the UA (Unicorne Association). Her good friends Charon and Monoe (both 13) made it in too. They were even lucky enough to make it on the same (3-man) squad. They were preparing for their first mission as inductees.
Mette was cheerful, go-getting, intelligent, and a little too confident for her own good. She had long wavy hair in all the colors of the rainbow, running down her back before reaching her waist. She had a tall and pointy pearlescent horn on her forehead. She also had a swishing, also rainbow-y tail behind her, as is custom with all Unicorne species. Unicornes had the horn and tail of a unicorn(without an e), but no other attributes.
Tumbling down the stairs was Charon, the clumsy one of the three. His orange shaggy hair in a sloppy (homemade) haircut stood up and out in certain places on his head. Basically, it looked like he had serious bed head. He winced as he stood up, rubbed his head, and grinned as he saw Mette downstairs. Charon was that clumsy, comic relief, likable, next-door neighbor kind of guy. His white horn poked at the ceiling (the stairs were high and the ceilings were low) as he wobbled down the rest of the stairs. His blonde-orange tail swished behind him.
"Hey, Mette! Monoe will be down in a minute." He waved hello.
"Hey, Charon!" Mette smiled. As she spoke, Monoe trudged downstairs, his black hair fixed in a long ponytail for the day. His midnight colored tail dragged behind him, his snow-white horn gleaming, and his unnaturally obsidian-colored skin reflected the lights overhead. Monoe was that guy that everyone thinks is goth but he's really just shy. He's not actually that serious or scary, as most people assume him to be.
"....hey Mette. Sup Charon." Monoe yawned and stretched. The Mission Communicator dinged. That was a sign of a mission assigned to the team. They hurriedly reached for the Communicator...