>>5662276>>5662287B4 is set in. colony crews are actually more then happy with the decision, bringing out tools and faculties for ice and underwater. Science teams grumble and raise concerns over missing the heavier biosphere-laiden worlds
but first the nebula.
The ship passes the frozen orb of salt. Something is odd about that world but someone better wear snowsuits to investigate it. Its mystery signals are disjointed and broken.
It glides into the gas, nebula pressure easing on the hull making eerie creaks. Several pressure and energy alarms tick into the red randomly on and off, varying wildy as your ship glides through galactic boiling soup. The radar reports objects made of metal, ghost readings that flicker and flit and dart in and out, with occasional energy readings that might be excused as nebula activity but sure as shit seemed like weapons targeting.
Your pilot looks worriedly at you. He is a young trainee pilot that somehow was the best you got
>do we go back or get out of here, sir? 