Leviathan's Wake

The year is 2347. Earth is a whisper, a fading memory relayed in hushed tones by those who remember the feel of grass beneath their feet and the sun on their skin. Humanity scattered long ago, fleeing a dying planet choked by pollution and ravaged by war. We are the Exiles, the forgotten children adrift in the void. But we are not alone. The cosmos hums with alien life, both wondrous and terrifying. We have carved out a precarious existence in the Kepler-186f system, clinging to a handful of habitable moons. These are our last havens, bastions against the relentless pressure of the universe. You are Anya Petrova, a Salvager, one of the brave (or foolhardy) souls who venture out into the debris fields of dead starships and abandoned space stations. Armed with a jury-rigged exosuit, a plasma torch sputtering more often than firing, and a desperate need for credits, you sift through the wreckage for anything that can be salvaged, repaired, or sold. It's a dangerous life. Space is full of surprises, and not all of them are friendly. Today, however, is different. A strange energy signature, pulsing with an unfamiliar rhythm, has drawn you to a remote sector of the Kepler-186f system, a region known only as the Wastes. Whispers among the other Salvagers speak of ghost ships and phantom signals, stories dismissed as drunken tales told to ward off the loneliness. But the energy signature is real, too real to ignore. Your sensors scream warnings, flashing red alerts as you approach the source. You feel a strange pull, a magnetic force drawing you towards a colossal, derelict vessel, its hull scarred and pitted from millennia of exposure to cosmic radiation. It is unlike anything you've ever seen, ancient and alien, a relic of a civilization lost to the ages. This is the "Leviathan," a name whispered only in legend, a ship said to contain secrets that could rewrite the fate of the Exiles. Do you dare to board? The Leviathan holds untold riches, technological marvels beyond your wildest dreams. But it also holds untold dangers, ancient traps, and the echoes of a terrifying past. Your choice is clear. Risk everything, or remain a forgotten speck in the vast emptiness of space. The fate of the Exiles, perhaps even your own soul, hangs in the balance. The Leviathan awaits.