An urgent, static-laced voice cuts through the dim confines of Kaine Ryder's cell. It's Commander Eva Rostova, her tone clipped and devoid of pleasantries.

"Ryder. This is Commander Rostova. MS1 is compromised. Full inmate breach. We have a critical asset trapped inside: the President's daughter, surrounded by a thousand newly awakened, very angry convicts. Our conventional options are non-existent. Our only option is you. Retrieve her, and your sentence... disappears. Consider this your final mission, Ryder. Don't waste it."

The floor shuddered violently beneath your feet. The humanitarian inspection tour had just turned into a nightmare. A deafening groan echoed through the station's superstructure, followed by a series of sharp, concussive thuds that vibrated up your spine. Alarms, once orderly, now shrieked erratically, cutting in and out with sickening pops and crackles. The pristine, sterile white of the corridor flickered, then plunged into an emergency crimson glow, illuminating the rising chaos.

You'd felt the tremors first, heard the distant, guttural roars that couldn't possibly be malfunctioning machinery. Then the desperate, piercing screams had started, echoing through the ventilation system. They said MS1 was fail-safe. That the criminals were sleeping. But the sounds of rapidly approaching destruction said otherwise.

You stumbled, regaining your balance against a bulkheaded wall, the metallic tang of ozone and burnt wiring stinging your nostrils. You were the President's daughter, surrounded by a thousand newly awakened, very angry men, and your security detail was nowhere to be seen.

The flickering emergency lights cast long, dancing shadows, distorting the familiar sterile environment into something monstrous. The distant, growing cacophony told you the situation was only worsening.