Legends & Lost Souls

[ExoCore_initiative]

☠ Legends & Lost Souls ☠
Prologue: Whispers in the Dark

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**Unknown Sector – Edge of Omicron Theta**
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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.**

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**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**.

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**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.”

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**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.”**