Introduction to Campaign

“Unauthorized vessel docking.” The calm voice of the onboard computer is synchronized to fill the gaps of the blaring alarm. You look around and spot grab your flight suit. You push your arm through a sleeve as rats snarl and pound on the door. Rats push into the hallway from behind the others. You see a rat’s face pressed up against the glass porthole on the door. His eyes are wide in fury and his yellowed fangs are bared. You see the frothing rage-foam spattering and hear the clack-clack-clack of teeth against glass. You hurriedly get inside the pod and lay back, gripping the release handle. Metal scrapes as the pod disengages from the ship. Beep. Beep. Blip. “Coordinates locked.” The jolt from the thruster fire slams your head back. Your vision becomes blurry and is replaced with blackness. You awaken….around you are several pods, smoldering in black sand. Lifting your aching body up, … You glance back at your pod, the door completely torn off.
Elements: > Ship: Collapsing rooms, echoes + shadows, traps