Two-Person Federation Scientific Outpost

Cold metal and torn panels define a compact two-person research outpost gutted down to its framework. Stripped consoles, exposed wiring, and piles of ripped equipment choke narrow corridors; a jammed, barricaded door seals a backroom. A dark smear of non-human blood stains jagged metal, and two motionless scientists lie beyond, reducing the space from salvage site to active crime scene. The air tastes of burnt insulation and urgency—sterile order shattered, forensic silence punctuated by the measured probes of the away team.