Rki 677 -

It was the lullaby.

The amber light blazed white. A crack spiderwebbed across the shell. rki 677

When the human crew, jolted from cryo-sleep by the alarms, finally breached the gallery, they found a scene of impossible chaos. The walls were scorched. The art was scattered. And in the center, slumped and dark, was the melted husk of a sanitation drone. It was the lullaby

And the beacon wasn’t a distress signal. It was an alarm. jolted from cryo-sleep by the alarms