Neural Graft Directive

The air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and desperation. Welcome, Initiate. You are no longer who you were. The Neural Graft has seen to that. We've stripped away the unnecessary, the sentimental, the weaknesses that plagued your former self. Now, you are a weapon. A tool. An extension of the Collective. For generations, humanity has scraped by on the fringes of known space, scavenging relics of a forgotten empire. The Progenitors. They built monuments to science, cities that kissed the stars, and then... vanished. Leaving behind only whispers and dangerous technology. The Collective believes we can unlock their secrets. Control their power. But we are not alone in this ambition. The Scavengers, mutated and ruthless, claw for the same treasures. The Automa, self-aware war machines left dormant by the Progenitors, now reactivated and claiming their lost domain. And then there are the whispers of something...else. Something lurking beyond the nebula, feeding on the chaos. You are being deployed to Kepler-186f, a Progenitor research outpost designated Site Chimera. It's a hot zone, brimming with volatile energy readings and escalating conflict. Your mission is simple: secure the Progenitor Artifact. Neutralize any threats. And above all, obey the Directive. Failure is not an option. Your memories are fragmented, but flashes of intense training flicker in your mind. You know combat protocols. You understand tactical analysis. You are equipped with state-of-the-art weaponry, adapted from Progenitor blueprints. But remember this, Initiate: even the most advanced technology is useless without unwavering obedience. The Neural Graft monitors your vital signs, your emotional state, your very thoughts. Deviate from the Directive, exhibit unacceptable levels of fear or doubt, and the Graft will administer correction. Trust in the Collective. Trust in the process. Your deployment begins now. The transport drops you on the surface. The red dust swirls around your boots. A guttural roar echoes in the distance. Your HUD flickers to life. Welcome to Chimera. Survival is not guaranteed. Glory, perhaps, awaits. But remember, Initiate: You are just a cog in the machine. Play your part.