Control
Dive into the action by mastering intuitive mouse controls and responsive keyboard commands—click, drag, and press your way through dynamic gameplay, where every movement and keystroke shapes your path to victory.
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The air hung thick with tension as the mercenary squad advanced through the derelict starship’s corridors. Flickering emergency lights cast jagged shadows across blast-marked bulkheads, their boots echoing against metal grates slick with coolant leaks. Captain Veyra signaled a halt, her augmented ocular implant scanning the cross-section ahead. Static crackled over comms—a garbled distress signal from deeper within the vessel. "Stay sharp," she growled, cycling her plasma rifle’s charge cell. "Whatever took out this hulk’s crew isn’t in the manifest." A low-frequency hum vibrated through the deck plates as they rounded the bulkhead. Tech Specialist Jyn froze, his sensor rig spiking. "Biosigns. Dozens. Clustered behind the cargo bay doors—but readings don’t match human vitals." Veyra’s lips tightened. She’d seen this pattern before during the Krell Incursion—organic husks puppeteered by rogue nanotech. Her gloved finger hovered over the thermal grenade toggle. "Seal your environmental suits. Full filtration. Jyn—override those doors." The emergency hatch hissed open on fractured hydraulics. Darkness yawned beyond, punctuated by wet, clicking sounds. Private Rask illuminated his shoulder lamp—the beam caught glistening strands of black resin webbed across collapsed storage crates. Something shifted in the shadows. Multiple somethings. Veyra’s HUD lit up with overlapping threat markers as malformed silhouettes detached from the ceiling, their movements jerky yet accelerating. "Containment breach!" she barked, priming the grenade. "Fall back to—" The swarm descended in a screeching tide. Plasma fire lit the chamber.
