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Skeletal remains of unknown origin float in the soft lunar horizon of a distant moon. Like phantoms lost between heaven and earth. Just barely below the threshold of the infinite cosmos.

A box drifts among the debris, shimmering like a ruby against the placid landscape. Chiseled into it are engravings of forgotten languages of a people long lost. Glyphs of gods warriors leaders, on one side a polygon ensigna. The marks glow a hot red as it feeds on the ultraviolet rays of an ancient sun.

Above just out of eyes view a metal capsule shaped ship hangs in orbit as it satellites the pale planetary object. The crew inside gather at the window, as they see The scarlet star glistening on the surface of the grey planet, as grey as our food. The ship is massive, tired and of a outdated model, it has been drifting between galaxies for an unknown length of time. their mission, their chain of command, the fabric of civil decency holds firm unlike its ship, its serial numbers etched into it, worn into obscurity on the massive hull of the vessel.

We know of this planets origin as a prison planet it seems that these intergalactic prisoners are totaly wiped out. It was destined for civil self destruction. The possibility of usable resources is low but it seems a unusual object glows from the surface.

A drone is set to observe the anomaly, perhaps its a rare mineral, or a clue to what's happening in the their own galaxy. So with cold artificial fingers they poke and prod the heavens scouring for a clue a answer on a dead scourged moon.

on the side of the giant shuttle a small compartment opens and from it a droid flys out in its predetermined path to the anomaly.