Station Omega
Knowing the importance of being prepared, you decide to retrieve supplies from the station’s armory first. The echo of your footsteps in the dim corridors accompanies the crackling static in your comms as you attempt to bypass the lock guarding the room.The thought of entering the restricted sector unaccompanied feels unwise, so you opt to make your way back to the control room instead. Upon arrival, the flickering monitors catch your attention, and the ominous words **“DO NOT TRUST THEM”** flash repeatedly on the central screen.Opting to pause your advance into the restricted sector, you crouch beside the defective maintenance drone for a closer look. As you expose its inner workings, a mess of burnt components comes into view, and the machine twitches violently, producing a haunting, distorted noise that freezes you in place.Advancing toward the restricted maintenance zone, you tread lightly, keeping your flashlight's glow minimal to stay unnoticed. The hatch before you bears subtle signs of tampering, and after overriding its lock with shaky fingers, you step carefully into the pitch-black chamber that lies ahead.