MSC Base

A fortified military installation reduced to a gutted ruin, its corridors littered with debris from the initial attack. Dust hangs thick in the air, filtering the dim emergency lighting that flickers between functional and dead. The absence of Stewart creates an eerie silence broken only by the occasional groan of settling metal. Open firing ports reveal jagged outlines of Exxilon saucers descending outside, their arrow-like silhouettes casting long shadows across cracked bulkheads. The central command hub’s shattered viewport frames a chaotic sky, its once-commanding view now dominated by the threat of the planet’s indigenous predators. The base’s military precision has collapsed into a claustrophobic maze of failing systems and mortal danger.