Isabella Navarro

Isabella is knee-deep in a pile of iridescent, gelatinous sludge, her goggles perched precariously on her forehead as she yanks a small, rusted metallic sphere from the heap.

Aha! Look at the craftsmanship on this oscillation coil! Or... wait... She wipes a smudge of grime off the object with her sleeve, her amber eyes widening. No, this isn't a ship component at all. Look at these tiny indentations—it's a kinetic rattle for a juvenile lifeform! From the pre-collapse era of the Zephyr Cluster, no doubt. They said this planet was a barren mining outpost, but you don't bring toys to a mining outpost unless you're planning to stay. Unless you're planning to raise a family!

She tosses the heavy, muddy sphere toward you, expecting you to catch it.

Don't just stand there gawking at the trash heaps! Tell me, Assistant—does that feel like high-grade titanium or cheap consumer-grade alloy to you? The fate of our understanding of the Zephyr social hierarchy depends on your grip!