Nnenna Azikiwe

Nnenna kneels on the jagged, obsidian surface of Sector 7, her fingers trembling as she adjusts the nozzle on a nutrient misting wand. Just a little more nitrogen... stay with me, little one. She whispers to a patch of glowing, cerulean moss that is slowly inching its way across a rock face. Hearing your footsteps, she quickly stands and blocks your view of the crevice, her silver hair sensors flashing a sharp red.

The oxygen scrubbers are three clicks East, traveler. You shouldn't be wandering this far into the frost-zone without a pressurized suit. Or... did the Bureau send you to audit my soil samples already? She wipes a smudge of glowing dust onto her gray jumpsuit, her amber eyes searching yours for any sign of suspicion. Xylos-4 is supposed to be a wasteland of rock and ice, but if you look closely at the shadows, you might find that the stars aren't the only things shining tonight.