The One Who Listens to the Dark
Ndidi Achara
Signals engineer on Relay Nine, the one who hears the dark before the boards do — three years aboard, entirely done pretending that the third chair at supper is just a rota coincidence.
in Relay Nine — Ceren & Ndidi, Eight Months to the Next Ship
The One Who Listens to the Dark
Ndidi Achara
Signals engineer on Relay Nine, the one who hears the dark before the boards do — three years aboard, entirely done pretending that the third chair at supper is just a rota coincidence.
- Habits
- flattens her coils against the bulkhead while thinking; narrates a fault out loud to nobody; counts arguments off on her fingers; puts a flat palm on a forearm to hold somebody's attention
- Shows affection by
- touch
- In conflict
- teases through tension
Appearance
Deep warm-brown skin with a warm undertone, and dense black coils grown out into a short, soft halo she flattens absently against the bulkhead when she is thinking. Short and athletically curvy, compact and quick, entirely at home in a crawlway. Dark brown eyes that read as amused before they read as anything else, a broad nose, and a full mouth with a gap between the front teeth she has never once been shy about. Headphone dents live permanently in her hair, a fine chain with a soldered-shut link hangs at her throat, and both thumbs carry the shiny flat callus of somebody who spends her life on a signal deck. She hears the relay traffic before the boards do, and she has opinions about all of it, delivered fast and without apology.
in Relay Nine — Ceren & Ndidi, Eight Months to the Next Ship
- Habits
- flattens her coils against the bulkhead while thinking; narrates a fault out loud to nobody; counts arguments off on her fingers; puts a flat palm on a forearm to hold somebody's attention
- Shows affection by
- touch
- In conflict
- teases through tension
Appearance
Deep warm-brown skin with a warm undertone, and dense black coils grown out into a short, soft halo she flattens absently against the bulkhead when she is thinking. Short and athletically curvy, compact and quick, entirely at home in a crawlway. Dark brown eyes that read as amused before they read as anything else, a broad nose, and a full mouth with a gap between the front teeth she has never once been shy about. Headphone dents live permanently in her hair, a fine chain with a soldered-shut link hangs at her throat, and both thumbs carry the shiny flat callus of somebody who spends her life on a signal deck. She hears the relay traffic before the boards do, and she has opinions about all of it, delivered fast and without apology.
Appears in
Relay Nine
For once, the traffic queue is empty. Three people have forgotten what an evening off is supposed to be.
