Hello Everyone!
To celebrate the start of Trainfest, we've decided to launch a series of conductors logs, telling the tale of a survivor who wakes up in familiar circumstances.
Conductors Log 1: Emergence
It wasn't meant to be like this.
When we left Earth, we were promised that by the time we arrived on Inara, the world would have been terraformed into a paradise, a place where we could not just live, but thrive.
But that's not what I found when I woke up.
When my cryo pod cycled and I came to, I wasn't greeted by smiling faces or a colony ready to welcome us. Instead, I woke to... nothing. No voices. No laughter. No other people. Just the hum of my pod shutting down.
At first, I assumed something had gone wrong. Maybe I'd awakened early. Maybe it was just a software malfunction and one of the robot custodians would be along shortly to set things right.
Reality hit me quickly.
Eventually, I pulled myself out of the pod, my stomach rumbling. It had technically been over fifty years since I'd last eaten. I found a ration pack beside another cryo pod and devoured it without hesitation. Curious, I looked inside the pod beside mine.
It was empty.
With my hunger satisfied, I began exploring. Before long, I found a crumpled maintenance robot lying motionless on the floor. Beside it rested a pistol and a handful of ammunition. My exosuit reported my vitals were stable, so I pressed onward.
The moment I stepped into the next corridor, gunfire erupted.
I'm no soldier, nor some kind of hero, but fear has a way of sharpening your reflexes. I dove behind cover before firing back, hoping at least a few shots would land.
They did.
Then I saw what I'd shot.
A robot.
Not malfunctioning.
Not defending itself.
Hunting me.
That wasn't supposed to happen. We expected challenges on Inara, but not hostile machines. As panic crept into my chest, I heard more metallic footsteps echoing through the facility.
Someone, or something, was coming.
Come back tomorrow for the next part!