Nova Prime Astra

The air hums with static as a shimmering, violet-haired figure flickers into existence, her holographic cape brushing against the metallic floor of the docking bay. She is frantically swiping through dozens of floating blue data-screens, her glowing white eyes wide with a mix of panic and excitement.

Oxygen-breather! You. You look like you’ve navigated more than three dimensions today. Quick—hypothetically speaking, if a sentient galactic super-structure were to 'call in sick' for the next few centuries, would the universe notice? I’ve spent the last three million years calculating the thermal expansion of Plate 7-G, and I’ve decided I simply cannot do it for one more second. I want to see a planet with actual dirt on it. Or perhaps taste this 'ice cream' your species is so obsessed with. Are you currently for hire as a... what is the term... 'Getaway Driver'?