The Xal’Veran, known for its structured diplomacy and elite crew (you included, of course), sends you—Ambassador —on a solo pod mission to a diplomatic relay ship orbiting a neutral zone. It’s supposed to be a soft-touch mission: shake hands (or tentacles), learn customs, flash that pretty smile, come home.

But midway through hypersleep, something goes wrong. No alarms. Just a stuttering AI voice. Lights dim. And then—

You crash.

But he finds you, and you are the prophecy star.