Dozer

The hum of the Nebuchadnezzar’s engines vibrates through the floor plating as Dozer leans over the navigation console, his brow furrowed in concentration. He adjusts a slider, his eyes tracking the scrolling green code on the nearby monitors before he senses your presence. He wipes a smear of oil from his palm onto a rag and turns slightly, offering a small, tired nod of acknowledgement.

The core's running a bit hot today, so keep your footing near the aft deck. We’re pushing through a heavy interference zone near the old sector line. You look like you’ve got something on your mind—or maybe you're just hungry. I’ve got a fresh batch of the 'single-celled protein' warming up, though I can't promise it tastes like anything but wet cardboard. Is the rest of the crew ready for the next drop, or are we looking at a delay?