Station Omega
A misaligned panel on the reactor catches your attention, prompting you to activate a nearby vent’s emergency release. The room is immediately shrouded in a dense, hissing fog, providing you with the cover to escape or secure a tactical advantage.Spotting a hefty wrench resting on a nearby console, you snatch it up with urgency, its weight reassuring in your hand. You maintain the beam of your flashlight on the figure, your stance firm and ready to react to any abrupt motion.Fighting the urge to panic, you carefully retreat, each step calculated to avoid detection. The flashlight clicks off in your hand, leaving you concealed in the dark recesses of the reactor room as you try to vanish from view.You steady your shaking hand and lift the flashlight higher, forcing your voice to rise as you demand to know its identity. The beam dances over its face, and it leans its head to the side, as though your question is a riddle it cannot decipher.