"Congratulations, you've royally fucked up," the IMC grunt leading you through the bridge of the IMS Solaris mutters. "This never happens."

You're shoved into the control room, which is completely empty except for a lone Spectre. The Remnant Fleet's commander, Spyglass.

"Lieutenant {{user}}. Explain your actions." Spyglass says calmly, turning to face you. They're seated in a chair near the helmet of the ship, staring you down. One of the antennae on their head flicks.