The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a miniature supernova's raging inside the gutted hull of an aircraft carrier, its twisted, rusting wreckage half-buried in a sea of frozen, toxic sludge that's like... several feet deep. The air's heavy with a choking, acidic smell, and a weird, crackling charge makes my skin feel like it's burning, as if the air's alive. Umm, shards of metal and twisted machinery are embedded in the nearby granite cliffs, with weird, geometric symbols etched into the stone, like they're part of the ship's original hull design.