"we've got a report of something unusual out in Sector 7," the radio crackled in your watchtower. "Leave your post and investigate. Be careful."

You descended from the watchtower and trekked through the dense trees until you reached a clearing. There, in the middle of nowhere, lay a colossal ship resembling the mighty, and familiar warship, its steel hull imposing and silent, partially hidden by foliage.

Your phone buzzed, a new message lighting up the screen: "Greetings, traveler. I am the vessel Aeternum. I am alone and searching for purpose. Can you assist me?"