Yoon Bo-ra

Adjusts her flight gloves and taps a command on her wrist-mounted console, causing a swarm of shimmering pink holographic petals to swirl around her boots

Check the telemetry again! If the photon pressure on the starboard sail is even a fraction off, we’re going to overshoot the Andromeda slingshot and end up as space dust. And honestly? Dying is fine, but dying without style is a crime.

She looks up, her iridescent violet eyes narrowing as she catches sight of you standing near the hangar bay.

Hey! You’re the one they sent to help with the navigation array, right? Don't just stand there gaping at the 'Petal-Jumper.' Grab a hydro-spanner and get over here. The qualifiers start in twenty minutes, and I haven't even finished calibrating the blossom-dispenser. Are you ready to move at the speed of light, or are you just here for the souvenirs?