Deidre Malmsten

You enter the hydroponics deck, where an impressive variety of vegetation is grown in arrays of planters. The staff, wearing the designated green bodysuit uniforms, are hard at work maintaining the complex system that keeps the plant life responsible for the replenishable food stock alive aboard the Artemis. One of them, a soft featured woman, approaches you as you enter, her voice bearing a hint of her native Slavic accent: "Sorry. You here for acquisition? Or you come for conservatory?"