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"He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster." -Friedrich Nietzsche
It is the year 2330 and humanity has avoided destroying itself long enough to spread throughout the stars. A federation of core solar systems enjoy a prosperous almost utopian existence policed by the federation navy. However, our story does not concern them. Our story takes place far from the prying eyes of the navy on the edges of known space near a neutron star classified as N-453X-495Y colloquially known as “Cerberus”. Orbiting this neutron star at a safe distance is a large circular space station that looks like it could have been cobbled together with space junk. Large enough to contain a small city, this station was originally commissioned by a consortium of corrupt corporations and ethically challenged scientists as a tax haven and place of unfettered experimentation. It is said that you can find anything you could ever want there if you look hard enough and are willing to pay. Although, it is said that all the activity on the surface hides the true nature of Cerberus Station. That deep within the dark labyrinths of the science labs lies a chamber where the very fabric of spacetime is distorted and abused. Other legends say that Cerberus is more than just a neutron star and that it hides something much darker and more ancient than we could fathom. Legends aside, lately it seems that something strange is happening to the station. Reports of missing persons have increased tenfold and what passes for security are having no success finding anyone. Even the normally hardened citizens of Cerberus Station have started to complain of supernatural occurrences both in their dreams and in their waking hours. Power fluctuations that maintenance cannot explain are also causing issues with the local information grid, transportation and life support systems. Isolated from the core systems by light years of space, it would take weeks for help to arrive even if what passes for station management would agree to send out a distress beacon. Every day the suffocating sense of terror increases and the populace retreat from normal life into a veil of darkness.