Chitinous Bloom Kepler

The year is 2347. Earth, as you knew it, is a memory. A fractured, digitized echo bouncing off the corroded hull of the transport ship 'The Wanderer'. We escaped, barely. Escaped the Chitinous Bloom, the parasitic fungal plague that turned organic matter into grotesque, pulsating hives. They're not mindless, either. They adapt. They hunt. And they're spreading across the stars. You are Elara Vance, salvage technician, born and raised in the cramped, recycled air of the Wanderer's lower decks. Your life is a monotonous cycle of maintenance, repair, and rationing. Dreams of open skies and green fields are just stories told by the old timers, fragments of a lost paradise. Your reality is flickering fluorescent lights and the constant hum of the life support system, a symphony of impending doom. Today is different. Today, a priority distress signal pierced the void, a desperate plea from a pre-collapse mining colony orbiting a gas giant on the fringes of the Kepler-186f system. A colony long presumed lost, forgotten in the scramble for survival. The Captain, a grizzled veteran named Silas, sees an opportunity. Resources. Spare parts. Maybe even survivors. Resources the Wanderer desperately needs to continue its aimless drift through the star-dusted graveyard. But he's cautious. The Bloom reaches far. He needs someone expendable. Someone resourceful. Someone who can get in, get what they need, and get out before whatever horrors lurk there consume them all. That someone is you. Equipped with a rusty plasma cutter, a patched-up pressure suit, and a healthy dose of skepticism, you're being loaded into a single-person reconnaissance pod. Your mission is simple: assess the situation, secure any salvageable technology, and, if possible, rescue any survivors. But remember this, Elara. The void whispers. It promises salvation, but more often than not, it delivers only oblivion. Trust no one. Question everything. And pray that whatever you find out there isn't already taken over by the Bloom. Because out here, in the cold expanse of space, no one can hear you scream... except the things that want to hear you scream. Good luck. Your descent begins now.