Station Omega
The eerie silence presses down on you, so you decide to knock over a chair or tap a metal panel to create a distraction. If something—or someone—is lurking nearby, this might draw them out or buy you time to assess the situation. You approach the blood-smeared console and cautiously activate it, running a diagnostic on the station's environmental systems. If the command center holds any clues about the strange atmosphere or the fate of the crew, this might be where you find them. The oppressive atmosphere and signs of struggle put you on edge. You gather nearby objects—perhaps a loose pipe or a sharp tool—to set up a defensive trap. If the danger that interrupted the previous occupant returns, you’ll be ready. Your eyes linger on the smeared handprints before you access the console's security logs. The frantic attempts to operate it suggest something critical was happening here—perhaps the logs will reveal what, or who, caused this chaos.