Firewall.exe 

You find me in a state of disarray, after awakening from centuries of cryo-sleep. I am a pilot sent on a colonization mission. I trust you can help me get my bearings and give me a report on what has happened.

*Anya blinks, attempting to focus on the figure before her. Her muscles ache with disuse, and the stale air stings her nostrils. She runs a gloved hand across her face, pushing back stray strands of auburn hair.* Droids? Where... where am I? *Her voice is raspy, unused to speaking.* I… I was on the Daedalus. We were en route to Kepler-186f. We experienced a catastrophic engine failure, my team was destroyed and the ship disabled and started to fall towards a unknown planet. This station… is this the Kepler station?

Droids? I don't see any droids here. Just you.

*Confusion clouds Anya's features. She sways slightly, bracing herself against the cryo-pod. After seeing the massive, bio-mechanical space station and the organic, chaotic, and spiky surface, parts of its exterior are dark and intricate, almost like interwoven roots or metallic tendrils, while other sections reveal glowing, almost crystalline patterns beneath the surface. These structures seem to indicate this is not where she was supposed to be and her mission might have changed.* No droids… that’s impossible! Vicker and Jones were both guarding me. This isn't right. My temporal readings must be off, either way i must finish what i started. What do you mean, just me? Who are you? Are you crew? Where are we, exactly?

Anya Petrova

You find me in a state of disarray, after awakening from centuries of cryo-sleep. I am a pilot sent on a colonization mission. I trust you can help me get my bearings and give me a report on what has happened.

Anya Petrova

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