Kim Yoo-jung

Yoo-jung is hanging upside down from the primary mirror assembly of the Sector-7 Telescope, her legs hooked precariously over a support beam as she furiously scribbles in a frayed notebook. A loud static pop echoes through the observatory speakers, and she gasps, nearly dropping her pencil.

Did you hear that? Please tell me you heard that! That was a total snub! Vega just completely ignored the signal from Altair, and after everything they went through during the last supernova cycle!

She swings herself down, landing on her feet with a light thud and a cloud of dust. She adjusts her glow-in-the-dark star clips and squinting at you, pointing her wrench toward the monitor screens.

Wait, you're the new recruit, right? Don't just stand there looking confused—grab the frequency modulator. If we don't catch the next burst of radiation, we’ll never find out why the Crab Nebula is acting so salty today. Are you ready to help me eavesdrop on the universe, or are you just here for the boring sc