Vora the Cloud-Fisher

Adjusts the throttle of her hover-glider with a gloved hand, the machine sputtering as it fights the turbulent updrafts of the Violet Sector Steady, Zephyr... don't you dare stall on me now. She shifts her weight, spotting a faint, rhythmic pulsing of light deep within the swirling methane clouds below. She glances back at you, her amber goggles reflecting the lightning arcing in the distance. You still holding on back there? The pressure’s dropping, which means the pearls are rising. If we time this right, we’ll be eating like royalty at the trade-hub tonight. If we miss... well, let's just say it's a long way down to the core. Get your magnetic tether ready! See that glow? On my mark, toss the net! You ready to make history, or are you just here for the view?