The Situation is Bleak
It's been three days since we've heard from Director Reginald. His last transmission was a cryptic message saying he was "going rogue." We've tried reaching out, but his encrypted channels are down.
We've been over here, stuck in this godforsaken office space, trying to keep the peace while the galaxy burns. Our coffee machines are on the fritz, and the fluorescent lights are flickering ominously.
We've tried to contact our allies in the Space Marines, but they're too busy fighting an intergalactic war to return our calls. The last thing we need is for them to show up here, guns blazing, and ask us what we're doing "just sitting around" while the Director's on a "leave of absence."
So, we're on our own. We've managed to scrounge up some emergency rations and a few rounds of laser tag to pass the time. It's not ideal, but it's better than nothing.
But we can't stay here forever. We need to get to the bottom of this mess. That's why we've come up with a plan. We're going to suit up, strap in, and head into the heart of the space station to find out what's really going on.
Wish us luck.
Phase 6: The Reckoning will be a whole new ball game.