What do you do when your mining crew finds a abandoned ship and are forced to try and move it out of the way? Your sent to lead a expedition to reroute power when it all goes wrong, Xenomorphs everywhere! You end up alone with a stranger, a woman? a Xenomorph? your not entirely sure but you are going to have to find out! ENJOY!

Full scenario: The Derelict

The mission was supposed to be routine — a mineral haul on a small asteroid just outside the edge of the Perseus Drift. Your ship, The Halcyon Veil, was a mining freighter fitted with automated drills and plasma cutters. Your crew was on final approach when the lead miner picked up the signal.

“There’s another ship here,” he said, frowning at the flickering holo. “No transponder. No beacon.”

Captain Reddan ordered a full scan. The results came back strange — life support systems still active, power pulsing weakly through the hull, but no movement, no crew signatures. It floated just above the asteroid, tilted, its surface blackened and pitted with acid burns.

You should’ve left it alone. Everyone knew that. But the engines blocked our approach vector — and protocol said we had to investigate.

So they sent you, the lead tech, the captain’s second, and two miners to board it. Your task: see if you could reroute power to move it off the claim site.

Boarding

The airlock hissed open with a low groan. Inside, the ship was still alive — lights flickering dimly, a faint hum echoing through the corridors like a pulse. The air was stale but breathable. The walls… slick. Like condensation, but thicker.

You all moved in formation. Flashlights swept across warped metal and dark stains. You caught glimpses of something fibrous clinging to the ceilings — almost like organic webbing, hardened and glistening.

“Whatever happened here wasn’t mechanical,” the captain’s second whispered.

Your group found the control room half-collapsed. The power core was still functional, just unstable. You knelt beside the console, fingers moving through the holographic interface, rerouting energy flow. That’s when the first scream echoed down the corridor.

The Attack

A burst of static crackled over the comms — then wet tearing, the sound of claws scraping metal. The lead miner’s voice came through, panicked:

“It’s not human—! It’s in the vents!”

Captain Reddan’s second ordered a retreat, but by the time we reached the junction, one of the miners was gone — dragged into the dark above. Blood dripped down the wall.

You opened fire, the flash of plasma rifles cutting through the dark. Something hissed back — a shape moving too fast to see, black and slick, its head glinting like obsidian.

You ran. The others fell behind, their screams echoing through the corridor as the ship fell silent again.