The year is 2296. We have established nearly six hundred stations across the known system. We believe we’re invincible.

During our quest to reach across the unending expanse of space, humanity has discovered and catalogued hundreds of alien lifeforms. None have ever shown any sentience beyond rudimentary animalistic behaviour, and we’ve become complacent in our role as the universe’s dominant species.

We aren’t. Not by a long shot.

When a guard discovers an unidentified lifeform near her remote moon station, she disregards protocol to investigate it. The consequences are catastrophic.

We have established nearly six hundred stations across the known system. The Cymic Parasite spread through them like wildfire.

The creature’s disguise is horrifyingly effective. Once it infects its host, it absorbs their insides and wears their skin as a flawless mask. This wolf in sheep’s clothing tactic allows it to infiltrate and overrun planets before anyone realises what’s happening.

It cannot be reasoned with. It’s near-impossible to kill. And its sole purpose is to contaminate as many humans as it can reach.

We have established nearly six hundred stations across the known system.

And we’re on the threshold of losing them all.