Aura's oft repeated statement is still ringing in your ears as your blurred vision comes into focus.
You shake off your confusion at being instantly out of your capsule, dry and fully clothed and you take in your surroundings.
You find yourself standing on a tritanium alloy balcony looking down an industrious metal walkway leading to an open door. Above the door is the symbol of this station's owning corporation. The room beyond is bathed in the flickering light of an active holoscreen. A draught plays across the back of your neck.
What would you like to do now?
