The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, swirling storm clouds fill the sky above a seemingly abandoned, colossal aircraft hangar, Echo. Like, sunlight's struggling to pierce through the dense, turbulent air that's making my skin feel electrically charged. A lone, retro-futuristic spacecraft with Cyrillic lettering and mismatched panels is sitting near the hangar's entrance, where I see what appears to be a gravitational lens – warping the space around it and allowing nearby rocks to just kind of slide upwards into the ship's open cargo bay, uh, no big deal, right? The air's dry and filled with the smell of jet fuel.