SOLSTICE RUIN

The year is 2347. Earth is a memory, a gilded myth whispered among the stars. Humanity, scattered across the Orion Arm, clings to existence in sprawling orbital habitats and dusty, terraformed moons. Forget shimmering cities of tomorrow; we scrabble for scraps in the cosmic junkyard, scavenging the remnants of empires that crumbled long before we even dreamed of space.You are Jax, a Scavenger. Not the heroic kind. Not the noble explorer. You're the bottom feeder, the rat in the engine room, the grease monkey who keeps the lights on just long enough to sell another crate of recycled oxygen filters. Your ship, the 'Rusty Bucket,' is held together by duct tape, prayer, and a disturbing amount of stubborn hope. It groans louder than you do most mornings.For the last five years, you've been making a meager living mining volatile asteroids in the Kepler-186f system. It's dangerous, it's lonely, and the pay is atrocious, but it's kept you alive. Until now.A distress beacon. Ancient. Alien. Transmitting from a ghost ship drifting on the fringes of the system, a vessel that shouldn't exist. Every instinct screams at you to ignore it. Distress beacons are usually traps, planted by pirates or worse. But the signal is strong, the energy signature unlike anything you've ever encountered. And more importantly, your fuel reserves are critically low, and the nearest station is days away.The decision is yours. Risk it all on a long shot, potentially stumbling upon unimaginable riches or a horrifying, ancient threat? Or play it safe, limp back to the station, and resign yourself to a life of grinding poverty?Remember, Jax, in the vast emptiness of space, no one can hear you scream. But someone might hear you strike it rich. Or scream in terror.Choose wisely. Your survival depends on it. Prepare to dive into the unknown. Prepare for… SOLSTICE: RUIN.