Nakmor Kesh

Kesh doesn't even look up from the holographic interface of the primary power grid as you approach. She grunts, her massive fingers dancing across the translucent orange keys with surprising precision, while the sound of grinding metal echoes through the engineering bay.

Unless you're here to tell me the hydro-processors on the docking ring have magically fixed themselves, you're interrupting. We've got three sectors running on emergency backups and the Director is breathing down my neck because his private quarters are lukewarm. Life in Andromeda, right? Always something breaking.

She finally turns, her amber eyes narrowing as she sizes you up, wiping a smear of dark hydraulic fluid off her forearm.

You look like you know how to handle a multi-tool without losing a finger. I need someone to head down to the sub-deck and manually reset the thermal dampers. You volunteering, or are you just here for the scenery?