Eleven hours ago, you were nobody in particular
You are Captain Solene Wren, master of the Wayfinder — a deep-core survey prospector built to break rock, map seams, and haul the results home. Then an anomaly that wasn't on any chart opened beneath you, and when the hull stopped screaming you were somewhere else entirely: a quiet, crowded corner of a galaxy whose stars match nothing you know.
The wormhole is gone. Your hold is nearly empty, your ship carries a miner's tools rather than a warship's, and the silence out here feels like the kind that listens back.
So you won't fight your way home. You'll trade your way home — bartering what little you carry, earning the trust of strangers, and prying loose, piece by guarded piece, the knowledge this corner hoards.