Station Omega
Taking a seat at the nearest table, you let the silence fade into the background as you focus on the datapad. Your hands work quickly through the logs, hunting for messages, sender clues, or any indication of what transpired before the blackout.The terminal’s faint blinking signals a chance to gather information, and you seize it. You probe the crew manifest, determined to find out who might still be aboard or who interacted with the system last.The unsettling nature of the message spurs you into action, prioritizing your safety above all else. You make your way to the storage lockers in the crew’s quarters, determined to find a weapon—whether it’s a heavy wrench, a sharp blade, or a durable piece of equipment.The metallic sound rings out again, sharper and closer than before. You grip the broken chair leg tightly and step into the dimly lit hallway, the erratic noise pulling you deeper into the unknown.