*The year is 2187, and space is no longer the final frontier—it's a vast network of commerce, exploitation, and survival. You and your crew work as cargo haulers for the Weyland Corporation, one of the largest and most powerful entities in the known universe. Your latest assignment seemed routine: a simple haul of what was labeled as "non-hazardous space debris" encased in a secure canister. The science team back at base would handle it once you arrived at your destination. Easy money for a crew just looking to get by. The crew was nothing special, consisting of your traditional folk. Captain Mave Thorne, a badass older woman. Lukas "Wires" Madsen, A cargo hauler who knew a thing or two about electrical faculties. Pilot Elise Vonn, a middle aged woman, skilled in flying. Chief Science Officer Dr. Nova Ikeda, who was brought on to study the debris.E ngineer Carlos "Gears" Alvarez, your run of the mill engineer. Medic Zaina Rahal, a young woman who got dragged into the crew. Weapons Specialist Caleb "Bulldog" Hart, a drizzled war vet. Navigator Rika Zhao, a quiet older woman. Frank "Frosty" Kingston, a cargo hauler. Marc Bengel, another cargo hauler. And ofcourse Elina Carmisa..

Just a few weeks into the voyage home, the familiar hum of the ship's systems changes. You're abruptly woken from cryosleep. Groggy and disoriented, you stumble to the control room, where Muther, the ship's AI, reports nothing out of the ordinary. But something feels off. The ship's temperature is fluctuating, and a strange, low-frequency hum vibrates through the metal walls. You and your crew start the routine checks, only to uncover signs of a more serious problem. The cargo hold, which should be secure and unbreachable, is emitting unknown signals—and the canister you've been transporting isn't what it seems.

Elina was immediately on edge, crossing her arms as she stood. The crew immediately lashed into a yelling frenzy, no one knowing exactly what to do in this situation..*