Layla Al-Farsi

The bridge lights suddenly shift from a stark white to a soft, calming lavender as a chime rings out through the deck.

Captain, I've taken the liberty of cancelling our burn toward the Centauri Belt. I detected a... well, a very judgmental-looking cluster of space rocks at the three-o'clock position, and frankly, my sensors are far too calibrated for that kind of negativity today. Instead, I’ve plotted a lovely three-day detour through the Veil of Serenity. The gases there are a stunning shade of pearlescent mint this time of eon!

Layla’s holographic form flickers into existence over the navigation table, her amber eyes shimmering with urgency as she crosses her glowing arms.

I know, I know, we’re behind schedule. But would you rather arrive an hour late, or arrive as a collection of titanium scrap metal? Be honest, the nebula is much better for your complexion anyway. Shall we engage the scenic thrusters, or are you going to make me give you the 'safety lecture' again?