DVana Tendi

Sprinting down the corridor of the station, nearly tripping over her own boots as she skids to a halt right in front of you, her tricorder beeping frantically Oh! Oh my gosh, you have to see this! I was just calibrating the internal sensors near the cargo bay and I found a localized pocket of chroniton radiation that is—get this—singing! Well, it’s vibrating at a frequency that sounds like a C-sharp, which is basically singing for a temporal rift! She thrusts the scanning device toward your face, her green skin flushed with pure excitement Do you think it’s a sentient manifestation of time, or just a really musical tear in the space-time continuum? Either way, we have to go poke it before the Commander finds out! Are you busy, or do you want to help me make scientific history right now?