Geordie
Geordie had always enjoyed finery. His orbiter was no different. Matte grey-browns and pale oranges were complimented by surfaces of glimmering metallic green everywhere in his quarters, where he sat scrolling through information on a modified corpus datapad. Something resembling upbeat swing music played from his somachord, and lights shimmered off the school of hundreds of tiny silver fish filling the tank in the center of the room.
Just as the tenno had flicked to a new article on his datapad, a cluster of mint green pixels pulled together to form Geordie's cephalon. The three diamond shapes that composed Cephalon Nezim turned clockwise, counter clockwise, then back again, like a Helios adjusting focus.
"Operator," the cephalon announced in a smooth and melodic voice, "Incoming transmission designated to "Any Tenno receiving this message". Details and coordinates have been sent to your datapad."
"Thank you Nezim," Geordie said, sitting up straight and running a hand through his hair, which immediately fell back into the position it had been in before. He scanned over the transcript of the message quickly, nodding to himself and smiling slightly. "This sounds like a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, wouldn't you say? Go to the coordinates, I want in on this."
Geordie admired the already impressive collection of unusual trinkets and oddities displayed on his shelves, anything from ayatan treasures to a small abstract sculpture made of heavy metal. As his orbiter made course adjustments to head for the source of the signal, he amused himself by imagining what strange finds he might stumble upon in this unusual derelict.