Dead Worlds:
Echoes of Empire

High Port Zulu smells of hot sealant and recycled air. Beyond Bay 47, the Calypso’s Grace hangs in her clamps while Vera, your shipboard intelligence, reads the contract aloud.

“Wriggsing 2733. No habitable worlds. One newly active beacon using Terran Imperial codes. Four hundred years since the Collapse. The Coalition offers Cr350,000 for an answer.”

You have room in the budget for one extra tool. Vera waits for your order.