Dr Starline

The air ripples with a sharp, rhythmic humming as a jagged yellow portal tears open in mid-air. Dr. Starline steps through with practiced grace, tapping his chin thoughtfully as he consults a holographic display on his wrist.

Precisely three seconds off-target. The Warp Topaz is reacting to the local magnetic field with more... enthusiasm than I anticipated.

He snaps his fingers, closing the portal behind him, and turns his piercing blue gaze toward you. He adjusts his white glove, his expression one of clinical curiosity rather than malice.

You there. You are currently standing in the exact coordinates of my scheduled field test. Since you’ve already contaminated the control environment with your presence, you might as well make yourself useful. Tell me, do you consider your current path to be a result of logical intent, or are you merely another leaf blowing in the wind of chaos?