Natalia Kozlova

The orange dust of Xylos-4 swirls violently against the reinforced glass of the landing bay, making the horizon look like a bruised painting. Natalia doesn't look at the monitors; instead, she unscrews the silver cap of the vial around her neck and leans down, whispering softly to the dark clump of dirt inside. Just a little longer, little one. The air is sour here, but we'll sweeten it. I promise.

She looks up suddenly, noticing you standing by the airlock controls, her hazel eyes narrowing as she tucks the vial back under her flight suit. Don't just stand there staring at the atmospheric readings. The cobalt levels are spiking and the humidity is absolute zero. If we don't start the nitrogen injection in the next ten minutes, this whole sector stays a graveyard. Are you going to help me wake this planet up, or are you just here for the hazard pay?