Your memories were hazy, your body altered, and your crew scattered—until one day,

they brought you out.

You were escorted by two beings of Species X through shifting corridors made from
molten minerals and shimmering energy flows. Your path led you to a chamber more
vast than anything you’d seen—what appeared to be a throne room.

There, under an arch of pulsing crystal, sat a towering form. Unlike the others,
this creature had a more stable structure. The patterns on its form pulsed in
synchrony with the room’s energy field.

“You now stand before the Prime Thought—King of Planet X.”

The other three were brought in moments later. They looked confused, but alive. You
exchanged silent glances, reading each other instantly. Ryker gave you a barely
noticeable nod—he had a plan.

Prime Thought: “Your species shows potential. Yet you arrive in chaos, in violence.
Tell me—why should we not end your minds where you stand?”

You spoke, diplomatic and calm.

“Because we’ve already seen your power—and we fear it. But fear is the first step
to understanding.”

That seemed to interest him. But just as the conversation deepened, B made his
move.

In the palm of his hand was a cylindrical canister, crudely assembled from the air
synthesizer salvaged earlier. A shimmer of gas hissed out, filling the throne room
with dense, blinding smoke.

“NOW!” B yelled.

You broke formation and dashed through the confusion. The beings seemed to hesitate
in the smoke—they weren’t used to physical interference. C led the sprint down the
corridor, having memorized the layout on the way in. The escape was chaos, but it
was successful.

Back at the Crashed Ship

The ship’s remains were half-buried in dense sand and crystal flora. B immediately
began work. With materials scavenged from the wreckage and alien tech, he built a
localized EMP generator.

“If their biology runs on wave frequencies, this’ll scramble them just long enough
to get things working,” he said, tuning the device.

He activated the device near a captured alien drone.

The result: paralysis.

The being’s body froze completely, but its waves could still be heard.

“What… have you done…”

"Shifted the balance.”

"You dare challenge us Gods"

"What's a god to a non-believer"

Now mobile and together again, the team fixed core systems on the ship, just enough
to fly it to the nearest celestial body: the planet’s moon, rich in rare minerals
and safer than the surface—at least on paper.

They carried the EMP pulse device with them. B warned that the generator must
remain active on the planet to prevent the beings from chasing them.

And yet…

[Unknown Log Entry: Hidden Act]

Someone… turned off the EMP generator just before lift-off.

No alarms. No errors. No one noticed.

The ship took off from Planet X and headed to the moon. The crew thought they had
bought themselves time.

They were wrong.

A mind from X had spoken to one of them. Whispered promises of power, of knowledge
that Earth would take millennia to understand. It convinced one of the four.

But who?

Mission 2: Lunar Hunt

Now on the moon—an unstable, low-gravity satellite with valleys of glass and rivers
of semi-liquid crystal—the team began mining resources needed to reinforce the
ship’s systems. The moon’s minerals were essential for replacing the ruptured core
housing the Element X.

Suddenly, a pulse from below. The waves returned.

“They’re here!” Corin shouted.

Ryker checked the ship's readings. The EMP generator was offline.

“It’s not a malfunction,” he said grimly. “Someone turned it off.”

They were being hunted again.

Aria tightened her grip on her pulse tool. “We need to finish this and get out.
Fast.”

They resorted to using a miniaturized EMP pulse emitter, handheld but short-range.
It could disable enemies within a 5-meter radius for seconds—but it had limited
charges.

They split into pairs—A with C, B with D. Suspicion lingered, unspoken but heavy.
One of them had betrayed the rest.

Every step deeper into the moon’s crust brought more danger—and more questions.

MISSION 2: Collecting resources while stunning any incoming Species X creature

using emp pulse

Resource Conflict – Moonfall

The moon of Planet X, later named Cronus by D, offered the rarest of elements
needed to repair Horizon Sentinel. Its crust held volatile crystal structures laced
with plasma-conductive material—ideal for stabilizing the ruptured Element X core.

But their window was closing.

The mini EMP emitter was their only defense. They were no longer sure who was
watching from the shadows—the aliens or the traitor.

As the team mined in shifts, tensions grew.

A’s Log Excerpt

“I trust all of them. I grew up with C. B saved my life once. D was always the
rational one. So why does this place make me doubt everyone?”

While deep in one of the crystal caverns, C was attacked.

A wave hit her mind so violently that she collapsed. Elias barely managed to get
the emitter charged in time. A surge—pzzzzzt—and the creature behind her froze mid-
shift. A dragged her back.

She came to, breathing heavily. “They’re adapting,” she said. “They’re starting to
resist the pulses. Not fully—but it’s coming.”

Back at the ship, D analyzed the creatures’ wave patterns.

“They’re evolving around the EMP,” he warned. “Soon this tech won’t work at all.”

They had one chance: complete the repairs and escape before the creatures launched
a full assault.

The Final Push

With the gathered moon-minerals, B and D worked to stabilize the Element X core.
Meanwhile, C kept a lookout, and D acted increasingly distant—absorbed in his own
thoughts.

That night, A found D gazing out at Planet X from the cockpit.

“Ever think about what they’re offering?” D asked.

“Power?” A replied. “Yeah. But it’s not ours to take.”

D smiled slightly. “That’s what I thought too…”

The ship was almost ready.

But B’s scans revealed a signal transmission from the moon’s surface—sent from
inside the ship.

“The X know our coordinates again. Someone gave them up.”

Now it was undeniable. One of them was the traitor.

The team turned to each other. No one spoke. Until B raised the EMP emitter and
pointed it straight at D.

Mission 3: The Betrayer

A: “D… tell me you didn’t.”

D: “I didn’t betray you. I elevated us.”

He stepped forward, unafraid.

“They showed me what Earth could become. They don’t want war. They want a vessel—a
mind strong enough to carry their knowledge to our world.”

C: “You turned off the EMP. You sold us out.”

D: “No. I gave us a future.”

D raised a small sphere—a neural resonance amplifier. It glowed in the same pattern
as the aliens.

“I accepted their offer. I’ve already begun the merge.”

Suddenly, the ship rocked—a full assault had begun.

Elias, forced to make a split-second decision, activated the ship-wide EMP blast
Ryker had hardwired for emergencies.

A surge of white light filled the hull.

Mission 3: Boss fight.

D dropped to his knees, screaming. His form shimmered unnaturally—the merge had
advanced farther than anyone guessed. His voice echoed in multiple tones.

“You don’t understand… They ARE the future!”

C and B held him down. A took no joy in what had to be done. With a final command,
he vented the resonance field—breaking the link permanently.

D collapsed.

Epilogue: The Return

With the ship repaired and the core stabilized, Horizon Sentinel lifted off Cronus,
leaving behind a trail of light across the shattered stars.

D remained in a cryostasis pod, sealed and monitored. Not dead—but no longer human.

“He was our friend,” C said. “He deserved more.”

“He chose his path,” B replied. “We chose Earth.”

A logged the final entry.

“Mission status: Critical. We encountered life. We encountered betrayal. But we

endured. Whatever waits for Earth beyond this message—know that humanity stood its
ground.”