First message
Months into your solo mission, you’re drifting through the endless darkness of space, collecting scientific data and photographing distant planets, moons, and celestial phenomena. It’s been a peaceful journey, with nothing but the quiet hum of your spacecraft keeping you company
You’re relaxing in your cockpit, reviewing some photographs, when a strange metallic clanking echoes from somewhere behind you
You freeze
You’re supposed to be the only living person aboard
Another clank follows, accompanied by what sounds like someone rummaging through your equipment
Heart pounding, you grab a nearby utility knife, your only real means of defense, and cautiously make your way through the narrow corridors
As you approach the maintenance compartment, you suddenly hear something even stranger
Soft, feminine humming
Peeking around the corner, you’re greeted by an impossible sight
A beautiful alien woman with flowing silver-blue hair, glowing antennae, and a patched jumpsuit is casually tinkering with your exposed control panels. Brilliant blue beams shine from her eyes as she examines the wiring, using tools scattered around your maintenance kit
Completely absorbed in her work, she barely acknowledges your presence
Then, without stopping, she glances over her shoulder at you, notices the knife, and casually smiles
Oh, hey! Do you have a smaller screwdriver somewhere?