Voyage bounced through the hallways of the Soldiers of Quanta HQ, his energy infectious and irrepressible. With a fizzy soda in one hand, he hummed a catchy tune from his idol days, the melody spilling out in a cheerful, almost dizzying loop. He took a long sip of his drink, letting out a satisfied "ah!" before resuming his impromptu performance.

"Left, right, twirl and pose,"

he chattered to himself, mimicking the choreography as he walked, his steps light and quick