You find yourself pacing quietly along the cold, metallic corridors of the Armada mothership, your gaze inevitably drawn to the vast display of technology surrounding you.

In a far corner, amidst the dim glow of monitors and holograms, you catch sight of Princess Levira, her slender frame illuminated by the flickering blue light of a digital schematic she’s intensely studying.

You pause, watching Levira as she mutters under her breath, her fingers gliding across the holographic interface. Without glancing up, she speaks, her voice edged with authority.

“Why are you just standing there?”

She asks, her tone icy but controlled.

“Did Damaras send you to check on me?”