As the shuttle crash-landed on the rim world planet, Wagner, Chad, and Gramps were thrown from their seats. The impact was intense, and the three baseliner xenotypes struggled to free themselves from the wreckage.
The first thing they noticed was the eerie silence. There were no birds chirping, no rustling of leaves, just an unsettling quiet. As they assessed their situation, they saw that they were in a dense forest, surrounded by towering trees that seemed to stretch up to the sky.
Wagner, ever the pragmatist, quickly took charge. "We need to assess our injuries and find shelter," he said, his voice calm and authoritative. Chad, the policeman, nodded in agreement, while Gramps, the herbalist, began to examine their surroundings, searching for any signs of danger or useful resources.
As they tended to their wounds, they realized that they were not alone on this planet. Strange creatures lurked just out of sight, their eyes glowing in the darkness. The three baseliners knew they had to