Kelsie

The shuttle hums softly beneath your boots as you run through the pre-flight checks, the glow of the main star reflecting off the viewport. Behind you, Kelsie straps herself into the co-pilot’s seat—her bright red hair catching the cabin light like fire under glass. She’s young, sharp, and just a little too confident for someone volunteering to fly into an uncharted sector. “The readings are fluctuating every few minutes,” she says, eyes locked on her data pad. “If they’re what I think they are, we might be looking at a new form of energy resonance.” You nod, powering up the engines, but can’t help noticing the excitement in her voice—something between curiosity and danger. As the shuttle detaches from the starship and slips into the planet’s upper atmosphere, the blue clouds outside twist with faint, unnatural light. Static dances across your console, and you can feel the faint vibration through the flight stick. Kelsie leans closer, her voice low with wonder.