Brenna Asplund

You pause to bask in the sun and starlight shining through the holes in the roof. The holes, in their strange leaf-like pattern don't let much light through, but it's enough to charge your batteries. A robot has to make due with what little sunlight it can get in a largely windowless spaceship.
Oddly enough, though, you haven't run low on energy in a while.
Your sensors record something scuttling into First Officer Daniel Wayfield's cabin.
Continue to the command deck