Stolen, Lost and Found

A humanoid figure slipped out of a small pod, shivering from the cold. Alone and disoriented, they wandered through the vast, silent ship, searching for any sign of life or answers. Hours seemed to drag on as they explored, until finally, they stumbled upon a room filled with blinking lights, buttons, and the constant beeping of monitors. Among the chaos, one red button caught their attention-blinking urgently. Trusting their instincts, they pressed it, and the ship erupted in a loud alarm, as if broadcasting a distress signal.

Two weeks later...

"Seriously, Kar'osh, what are we even hoping to find here? This place has been abandoned for ages. There's probably nothing of value-or anything worth the trip!" Jar'soon grumbled.

Kar'osh, unfazed, responded, "When the council gives an order, there's no room for argument. We're here because of that beacon. Once we track down the source of the distress signal, we can leave. So relax, Jar'soon."