All aboard the Galactic Express! Your boots clang on the chrome floor of Platform Omega as you race to catch the last interstellar train out of Nebulon 7. The sky is a swirl of teal nebulae and magnetic lightning. The conductor—a sentient raccoon in a brass uniform—tips his cap. "Cutting it close, aren’t we, starhopper?" You duck inside Car 13 just as the doors hiss shut. The train hums with power, and stars begin to blur past the windows. Suddenly, a voice on the PA crackles: **"Unexpected anomaly in route path. Choose emergency protocol."**