USS Lantree

The USS Lantree drifts through space as a silent tomb, its corridors now haunted by the ghostly remnants of a crew aged centuries in mere weeks. Once a vibrant Federation vessel, its hull now bears the invisible scars of a temporal anomaly's cruel embrace. Emergency lighting casts long shadows across abandoned stations where perfectly healthy officers should stand. Cold metallic surfaces retain no warmth, no life—only the lingering specter of a contagion that accelerated time itself. Every viewport reflects the horror back at investigators: medical scans showing biological material aged beyond recognition, environmental systems cycling uselessly through empty decks. This derelict serves as both crime scene and warning, its quarantined corridors pulsing with unanswered questions about the fate that befell its crew and threatens anyone reckless enough to board.