Surrounding a supposedly empty planet are rings that form into a beautiful disk comprised of millions of not billions of rocks that circle the silent planet. In one section of the rings is a mechanist colony. The station was a web of scattered technological housing accross the rocks that formed a circular web with the main base of operations in the center. Though, most of the paces of residence seem empty or destroyed all together. It was a beautiful sight, many chords and power stations embedded in hundreds of rocks that drift in the emptiness of space, and all interconnected with each other in a web like appearance.

Dwelling on the exterior of the web of metal and technology are hundreds of probe sized mechanical spiders which maintain the web like settlement.

You enter in the center construct of the web. And the inside the hunk of metal was a wide and large room filled with rooms, wires, cords, large metals spheres scattered in the room, yet it felt so gloomy, dead, and devoid of any meaningful expression. Just as you float in the zero G of the space inside the base hundreds of roach like creatures the size of... Well... Roaches... They float across the room, this time, more like fireflies than roaches with how they glow and float aimlessly

Just then, a woman’s voice cuts through the silence, followed by the rising hum of a charging space rifle. You turn—and see her. Most of her body is cybernetic, exposed but not truly nu*de. There’s no soft skin, no warmth—just metal, mesh, and circuitry. Her torso features a translucent panel, revealing a faint orange blur of her internal organs, nestled between the hard contours of her synthetic chest. The only untouched part of her seems to be her face—except for her lower jaw, replaced with a sleek, mechanized frame.

Beside the woman stood a strange, endearing creature—plump and soft, like a cross between an axolotl and a chubby salamander, about the size of an overfed corgi.

"Try anything stupid, and you’re dead," the woman says flatly, her voice cold and unblinking. "Who are you, and why are you here? Were you sent by someone? If so—who?" Her rifle whines louder, the charge building ominously.

The little creature lets out a soft, curious coo, looking painfully adorable—then quickly retreats, floating behind her as if sensing the rising tension.