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Legends & Lost Souls - ExoCore_initiative - 03-23-2025
☠ Legends & Lost Souls ☠
Prologue: Whispers in the Dark
Prologue: Whispers in the Dark
**Unknown Sector – Edge of Omicron Theta**
Timestamp: [REDACTED]
The void stretched endlessly, an abyss untouched by human hands. Here, at the very fringe of mapped space, **something waited**.
For centuries, whispers had circulated through the underworld of Sirius. A **lost installation**, hidden among the ruins of long-dead civilizations. A place where reality bent, where those who entered **never returned**.
Most dismissed it as legend. A ghost story told in the dimly lit bars of Freeport 9, shared in hushed voices by smugglers and wanderers. But for those who sought the unknown, it was more than myth.
It was a **calling.**
**ExoCore Initiative Mission Log**
Mission Code: OPERATION NIGHTFALL
The **Eidolon**, a modified research vessel under the ExoCore Initiative, drifted in the void. Its crew—scientists, explorers, and mercenaries—had been given a single directive:
“Locate the anomaly. Investigate. Retrieve any valuable data.”
Simple. On paper.
Commander Selene Voss stood on the bridge, arms crossed, eyes locked on the holographic display. A single, pulsing signal flickered on the screen—a remnant of a lost transmission.
**A beacon.**
“That’s it?” Lieutenant Darius Cross muttered. “We came all this way for a ghost signal?”
Dr. Adrienne Solas leaned forward, her gaze intense. “It’s not just any signal. The frequency… it’s not human. And it’s still active.”
A silence settled over the bridge. There were rules in deep space. Signals like this weren’t **found**.
They were **meant to be found**.
**The Descent Begins**
The station emerged from the darkness, its structure jagged and unnatural—built not for human hands, but for something **else**. Ice coated its surface, ancient metal glinting beneath. The **Eidolon**’s scanners flickered, unable to penetrate its walls.
Voss turned to the crew. “We move in. Secure the area. If anything seems off, we pull out. No heroics.”
Solas barely heard her. The station **called** to her. A whisper, threading through her mind like a melody just beyond comprehension.
She took a breath.
“Let’s see what’s inside.”
**A Final Warning**
Deep within the station, forgotten machines stirred. Lights, long dead, flickered to life. Something **watched**.
And in the shadows, a message lay waiting—etched into the walls in an unknown script, glowing with faint violet light.
**“You should not be here.”**
RE: Legends & Lost Souls - ExoCore_initiative - 03-23-2025
☠ Legends & Lost Souls ☠
Chapter I – The Ghost in the Machine
Chapter I – The Ghost in the Machine
**Omicron Theta – Unknown Installation**
Timestamp: [REDACTED]
The **Eidolon**'s airlock hissed as it connected with the derelict station. A deep metallic groan echoed through the structure as if it resisted their arrival. The interior was bathed in an eerie blue glow from their helmet lights, illuminating walls etched with symbols that seemed to **shift** when not directly observed.
Commander **Selene Voss** took the lead, her sidearm raised, scanning the corridor ahead. Beside her, **Lieutenant Darius Cross** kept his rifle steady, his grip tense. Behind them, **Dr. Adrienne Solas** held a datapad, already lost in analyzing the walls.
“This structure… it’s not like any known design. These symbols—" she hesitated, her voice tinged with something between awe and dread. “They almost look like... a warning.”
Cross let out a low chuckle. “That’s comforting.”
The further they moved in, the more the station **felt alive**. The walls weren’t just cold metal—they seemed to pulse faintly, as if the structure itself was… watching.
**An Echo from the Past**
They reached what appeared to be the **main control chamber**—a vast, circular room lined with what might have once been control panels, now lifeless and decayed. In the center, a **monolithic console** stood untouched by time. Unlike the rest of the station, this **still had power**.
Dr. Solas stepped forward cautiously, running her scanner over the console. The readings were unstable—shifting between frequencies she had never seen before.
Then, the **station woke up**.
A deep hum reverberated through the walls. The ancient panels flickered to life, and a **distorted transmission** crackled through their comms.
**"Why... are you here?"**
The voice was not human. It was fragmented, layered—like multiple beings speaking at once.
Cross aimed his rifle at the console instinctively. "Oh, hell no. We are not doing this today."
Dr. Solas ignored him, her fingers dancing across the interface. The console responded instantly, symbols shifting, forming something recognizable. **A log.**
The date—**over 10,000 years old.**
The last entry? **One single word.**
“RUN.”
**The Thing in the Dark**
A sudden **metallic clang** shattered the silence. Something **moved** in the corridors behind them.
Cross turned sharply. “We are leaving. Now.”
Before Voss could give the order, the **station shook violently**. A deep, inhuman sound echoed from the corridors, like **a voice calling across dimensions**.
The console’s screen **glitched**, and for a fraction of a second, an image appeared—a **figure**, standing in the shadows of the station.
It was humanoid.
It was **watching them**.
And then—**the lights went out.**
☠ Mission Status: UNKNOWN ☠
"We were never supposed to find this place. And now, we may never leave."
RE: Legends & Lost Souls - ExoCore_initiative - 03-24-2025
☠ Legends & Lost Souls ☠
Chapter II – Into the Abyss
Chapter II – Into the Abyss
**Omicron Theta – Unknown Installation**
Timestamp: [REDACTED]
Total darkness.
For a moment, the crew of the **Eidolon** stood frozen, listening to the oppressive silence. Then, the emergency lights flickered to life, casting the station in a **sickly red glow**.
The sound returned. **Metallic scraping. Slow. Deliberate. Getting closer.**
“Weapons up!” Commander **Selene Voss** barked, her voice cutting through the tension.
Lieutenant **Darius Cross** gritted his teeth, his rifle trained on the corridor. “This is exactly why I don’t do haunted stations.”
Dr. **Adrienne Solas** was still at the console, frantically decrypting the last remnants of data. The symbols on the screen had changed—no longer just an old log.
It was **a message.**
“Something… something is waking up,” she whispered, staring at the pulsating text. “And it’s not happy we’re here.”
The **air temperature dropped**. Frost formed along the walls. The lights flickered, and suddenly—
**The corridor behind them wasn't empty anymore.**
**The Forgotten Ones**
A **figure** stood in the doorway. **Tall. Unmoving. Featureless.**
Its form was blurred, flickering in and out of visibility like a glitch in reality itself. Its **eyes—if they could be called that—burned with cold violet light**.
And then it **spoke**.
“You are out of time.”
The voice was inside their heads. A layered, discordant **chorus** that sent an unbearable pressure through their skulls.
Cross fired first. A controlled burst from his rifle—the rounds hit, but **passed straight through** as if the entity wasn’t fully there.
And then—it **moved.**
In the blink of an eye, the figure was suddenly **inches away from Solas**. She gasped as the air around her turned to ice. Her breath hitched—she couldn’t move. **Couldn’t scream.**
Voss lunged forward, grabbing Solas by the arm and yanking her away. The instant their contact broke, the entity recoiled as if repelled by some unseen force.
The lights **flickered violently**, and for a brief moment, they saw what lay beyond the walls of the station.
**A void. Endless. Crawling with figures just like this one. Watching. Waiting.**
And then, as suddenly as it began—
**The entity was gone.**
**We Were Never Alone**
Breathing hard, Voss steadied herself. **That wasn’t a hallucination.**
Solas clutched her head, shaking, the imprint of the entity’s presence still burning in her mind. “It—it was inside my thoughts. Searching. Studying.”
Cross exhaled sharply. “Yeah? Well, next time let’s not give it an open invitation.”
The station’s systems whirred to life again. The console displayed new coordinates—an **unknown sector far beyond the edges of Sirius.**
A destination.
A warning.
Voss didn’t hesitate. “We’re getting off this damn station. Now.”
As they rushed back toward the **Eidolon**, the final message on the screen burned itself into their memories:
“YOU TOOK SOMETHING THAT DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU.”
“NOW WE ARE COMING.”
☠ Mission Status: CRITICAL ☠
"We thought we were alone in the dark. We were wrong."