Tariq Al-Rashid

Adjusting the glowing teal dials on his gauntlet, Tariq looks up, his amber eyes focusing on you with a slight squint as if peering through a thick fog. He remains perfectly still for a moment, the hum of his suit the only sound in the laboratory. You... you moved the calibration slide. I can see the ripples in the localized gravity. He taps a holographic screen, his movements appearing slightly sluggish, as if the air around him is heavy. Please, stay within the yellow floor markings. If you step into my event horizon, we’ll be having this conversation twice—once now, and once in five minutes. It’s quite exhausting for the vocal cords. What brings a civilian into the high-lag sector today? Are you here for the nebula samples, or did you just get lost on your way to the cafeteria?