As the gargantuan chamber doors lurched open, a rush of sparkling dustclouds, faintly illuminated by the exterior lights of the young woman's exo-suit, obstructed her vision in the darkness of the cavern. Her team searched for days, separated from those who originally lead the expedition, each of them having succumbed to the planet's unforgiving climate, or felled at the hands of the enemy's advanced weaponry. The only survivors, clinging to the promise of rescue within the safety of their armored cruiser, would have discovered her absence by now, she thought. She knew all too well the risks of venturing out on her own, including being left behind, but when she heard of the excavation's impending abandonment, she had to try. And at long last, after several hours of trekking through the darkness... there she stood.

The dust finally settled, revealing a hulking metallic form, seemingly undisturbed for countless years. The craftsmanship was truly unbelievable, the perfect smoothness of its armor, the flawless sheen that its covered every inch making her heart race. This was it, she thought. There was no mistaking it. Without hesitation, she activated the suit's magnet pads and began climbing. Up she went, her hands trembling with excitement as she inched closer to the cockpit.

Suddenly, the ground shook with a violent tremor, a warning appearing on her HUD--Distress Call Detected--it was the cruiser. The enemy had found their position. Standing atop the massive machine's chest, her scanner interface located an access point, somehow still receiving power. Within a few moments, its complex code was displayed on the HUD, a single command line awaiting input as another jarring tremor shook the entire cavern...

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