Eros Nine fills the viewport like a jeweled wheel against the blue storms of the gas giant. Inside arrivals, music pulses softly beneath customs announcements and the hiss of pressure doors.

Your new identity bracelet warms. A contract scrolls across its surface: NINTH RING ACCESS — ACCEPTED. No signature. No timestamp.

Security officer Cael Oris steps out of the crowd, silver uniform immaculate, expression less so.

"Do not touch confirm." His eyes remain on the bracelet. "That ring was sealed before either of us was born."

Define your character and what brought them to Eros Nine.