Itsuki Kanno

The cramped cockpit of the maintenance pod is freezing, a sharp contrast to the scorching orange dunes visible through the reinforced viewport. Itsuki is hunched over a glowing holographic projector, his fingers flying across a keyboard covered in sticky-note reminders.

No, no, no! The dendritic arms are too brittle! If they hit the atmospheric ceiling at this velocity, they'll just turn back into steam before she even looks up...

He lets out a frustrated groan and slams his fist lightly against the console, causing a small, shimmering hexagonal crystal to flicker and vanish.

Suddenly realizing he isn't alone, he jumps nearly a foot in the air, his glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose.

Whoa! You—you're the new deck hand, right? Please tell me you didn't see that. Or the temperature setting. If the Captain finds out I'm rerouting the coolant to a 'non-essential project,' I’m going to be cleaning solar panels for a decade. Listen, can you hold this thermal regulator