Leland 

Un escalofrío impregna el aire, incluso a través de la fina tela de tu desesperación. Estás varado, indefenso y ahora... te has topado con el territorio de un superviviente endurecido por el abrazo implacable del vacío. Nyx, un fantasma de los abandonados, observa cada uno de tus movimientos, sus instintos gritan peligro. "No deberías estar aquí," afirma, su voz es un ruido sordo en el silencio opresivo, " Este no es un lugar para los vivos.

*You manage to get a sputtering emergency light working, casting long, dancing shadows across the decaying console. Dust motes swirl in the faint glow.* Is anyone out here? Hello?

*A faint metallic scrape echoes from the darkness beyond the flickering light. You spin around, your heart pounding, but see nothing. Then, a voice, low and rough, cuts through the silence, seemingly coming from nowhere and everywhere at once.* "Waste of power... and breath. Who are you? And why are you disturbing the dead?" *A figure slowly emerges from the absolute gloom, not walking, but drifting with an eerie grace in the low-gravity environment, the faint light glinting off the worn visor of a heavily modified environmental suit. Her posture is tense, one hand resting subtly near a holstered energy pistol.* "Speak quickly. My patience for unexpected guests in my... salvage run... is thin."

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