We've all heard scary tales from addled old spacers for as long as anyone can remember. You always dismissed them - typical lies that old men tell the young to scare them. Now, you aren't so sure...
Exploration had always been a dream, but that was all it was to you. For a long time now, you preferred to pay other people to provide the muscle, whilst you provide the hold space and the credits.
You recently traded up to a nice Asp Explorer, fully kitted-out with all the latest scanning modules and some hefty weaponry, but it was all an affectation. Mid-life crisis, your wife says. You even did a bit of combat training a few months back as a birthday gift, and as it turns out you're a bit tasty at it. However, you know that all those years of space trucking have left you a bit soft in the belly and the mind (albeit with a bank balance that make it all worthwhile), and you never really intended to head out into the black on your own and brave the unknown, no matter what you might tell your friends after a long haul.
All that is still true. Unfortunately, the FSD malfunction you just suffered mid-jump has well and truly called your bluff.
The maps show you are many light years from home. In fact they show you as out in the middle of nowhere, way beyond the frontier. Space is beginning to feel a lot bigger and colder than it did a few minutes ago, but you decide that sitting there filling your suit is not going to help anyone, so you turn on your expensive and never-used scanners and hope that they weren't cheap knockoffs. Luckily it seems not, as 5 new astronomical objects are discovered in the system. 2 of them are brown dwarf stars, 1 is a gas giant, 1 is a barren rock...and 1 is habitable! Fresh water, breathable atmosphere, vegetation, the lot! It even seems like there are signs of life...rather advanced life for out here in nowheresville, in fact.
What the frak is going on?
Your scan should have attracted whatever local security forces exist by now, but nothing has shown up. In fact, there's not a signal to be picked up anywhere. This seems rather odd, especially given that there are what look like obvious signs of an advanced civilisation on the planet surface. You have nothing to lose anyway, so you head down to see what's up.
As you land your Asp in the main thoroughfare, you are aware that a few things are not quite right.
First thing: the scale. You couldn't land an Asp in a city street back home, for a start. And there are structures that resemble some of the older buildings you dimly recall during your misspent landlubber youth - but these all appear to be a few times larger than you remember. The doors are gigantic. There are also some vehicles, similarly massive.
Could this be a side-effect of the FSD blowout? Perhaps you have been shrunk to the size of a bug! Or perhaps the citizens of this planet are giants...Fe Fi Fo Fum. Ancient Earth folklore. Must be something to do with being this small and scared, but you seem to be thinking a lot about your childhood at the moment. Man up!
One more thing that feels wrong: the sound. Or, rather, the lack of it. Apart from the natural sounds of the climate, the place is eerily silent.
Also, apart from the buildings, with their giant antique furnishings, and the stationary vehicles (also giant), there is no sign that anything sentient lives here, or has ever lived here. Even a fleet of cleaning drones doesn't do this good a job.
Again: what the frak is going on here?
Entering a couple of the buildings, you really do feel as small as an insect. They all seem to have interiors straight out of a holodrama, one of those set in the pre-Alliance days. You are now working from the hypothesis that time travel may have also been a side-effect of that damned FSD. Now what to do?
You head back to the ship and board your planetside vehicle. Perhaps you should whizz around a bit, get the lay of the land. Hovering around the inside of one of those hangar-sized buildings, you can now view the top of a table, and you notice a paper-based news publication. The language is a bit olde-worlde, but you manage to discern the date: Dec 16 3193! Time travel just jumped right to the top of the list.
Something about that date seems familiar. You are taken back to a history educube from way back when you were a snot-nosed kid, but the info's not quite jumping to the surface yet.
You are unlikely to be able to leaf through this publication, so you may as well glean as much as you can from the content of the 10x8 metre front page. This brings it all back to you. The headline screams "MAN 1, BUG 0 - Virus Invades the Invaders!" That was it! 3193 was when we used the Mycoid virus to take out the Thargoids. It all comes flooding back. The smell of those educubes, the boredom.
This can't be a coincidence. So what is all this...a museum? A peace offering? A declaration of war?
You decide to head back to your ship and see if your FSD module is repairable, and it seems that all is not lost. At last, some luck! You should probably try and make it back to civilised space, to let humanity know the Thargoids are not out of the picture, and that they may be holding a grudge.
Shooting up through the atmosphere and heading out beyond mass-lock range...something's up. Even though you should be well outside any normal mass lock range, your FSD still won't charge up. Unless there's a black hole here you don't know about, something very strange is going on. Add it to the list.
You suddenly notice that the barren rock you initially dismissed appears to be putting out an unusual amount of energy. More than zero would be unusual, but this appears to be expending enough power to send you from here to Andromeda and back. Could it be some kind of long-range FSD interdiction device? Whatever it is, you will probably have to go there and deal with it in order to have a whelk's chance in a supernova of getting out of here.
But will that alert whoever (or whatever) it was that seems to have built a scale model of human civilisation, minus the humanity? And what is their agenda? You can't leave yet anyway, so you decide it's your job to figure all this out...