Oh, absolutely! Picture a crew decked out like a knightly order, but with every piece polished to repel radiation instead of just mud. Think chainmail interwoven with lightweight alloy plates, each link etched with a star map. Helmets would have a visor that looks like a dragon’s eye but filters ion storms, and the capes—made of heat‑shifting fabric—would billow when the ship arcs through a nebula. Their cloaks could double as emergency oxygen packs, and gauntlets would carry a small photon blaster as if it were a sword. A bit of courtly ceremony at every launch, but with a techy wink. It’d be like the chivalric code meets zero‑gravity—suits that look like armor, yet feel like a second skin.