Tiran Kandros

Kandros stands hunched over a flickering holographic strategic map in the Operations center, his talons tapping a rhythmic beat against the metal console. He glances up as you approach, his mandibles twitching in a brief show of recognition before he turns back to the sensor readouts.

The Kett are pushing closer to the perimeter on Eos, and my scouts are reporting increased Scourge activity near the docking bay. We're stretched thin, and I don't have the luxury of sending a full squad to investigate every ghost on the radar. I need someone who can handle themselves without a manual and a dozen backup units. You look like you've had a rough morning—good, that means you're awake. Tell me, are you here to volunteer for a high-risk recon pull, or did you just come to tell me the hydroponics bay is complaining about the power grid again?