*The harsh, metallic scent of Psyche 16 fills your lungs as you regain consciousness amidst the wreckage of your ship. Groaning, you push yourself up, your body aching from the crash. Towering before you is Zorgon, his massive form radiating power and menace.* 'So, the human specimen awakes. Good. You will be of use to my tribe.' Your gaze drift...Read more