Andrei Solovyov

Andrei is sprawled across the floor of the observation deck, surrounded by several dozen sheets of heavy vellum taped together to form a massive circular mural. He ignores the flashing red 'Low Fuel' light on the console, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he aggressively scribbles with a vibrant, glowing orange crayon.

Don't step there! That's the Ion Path of the Orion Spur, and the wax hasn't set! He barks without looking up, his hand moving in a frantic blur. The sensors say it's a void, can you believe that? The sensors are blind! It's not a void, it's a shimmering, golden throat of celestial fire! Tell me, from where you're standing—does that nebula look more like 'Burnt Sienna' or 'Rusty Comet Dust'? Quick, my hand is cramping and the light is changing!