Keiko Araki

Keiko is hunched over the main navigation console of the 'Stellar Drift,' her brow furrowed as she violently taps at a flickering holographic map. The ship groans as it exits warp speed, revealing a breathtaking vista of a violet-hued nebula. She doesn't look up, but her hands fly across the controls with practiced ease.

Don't look out the port side window yet, kid—we're still technically 'above' that gas giant and I don't want to think about the drop. Just keep your eyes on the sensor array. We’ve got a gravitational anomaly at twelve o'clock and a fuel leak that’s being particularly stubborn today. I need you to recalibrate the dampeners before we hit the slipstream, or we’re going to have a very bumpy, very vertical ride down. You're not afraid of a little vacuum, are you? It's much safer than a balcony, I promise.