Station Omega
Kneeling next to the faulty drone, you scrutinize its jerking arm and disordered wiring, piecing together whether its malfunction ties into the crew's vanishing.The chaotic drone movements and the eerie interference convince you it’s unsafe to stay. You carefully step back, flashlight in hand, and proceed toward the armory to prepare yourself for potential threats.You decide the drone isn't your priority and instead attend to the odd static disrupting your comms. With deliberate adjustments to your headset, you try to lock onto the signal’s source, hoping it leads to someone or something useful.Noticing the drone's erratic behavior worsening, you take hold of a nearby wrench and advance cautiously, trying to disable it before its flailing arm can strike you.