The year is 2191 and the galaxy stands on the brink of war, only the Inter-Planetary Corps maintain the uneasy peace. IPCC Miraculous was heading back for federation HQ after six months on routine patrol around the Intex Network. Nothing had happened and nothing ever did in this god forsaken place. Crew members Johnson and Stone were glad to be going home. Then came the orders to check out a remote Space Research Centre which had failed to transmit on any of the Federation wavebands. ISRC-4 was situated near the red-giant Gianor and was the last place they wanted to go. As the crafts retros fired and the craft began it's approach path, Johnson and Stone prepared for duty, not knowing quite what to expect. There was something strange about the eerie silence that shrouded the station, something was obviously very wrong. Slowly the crafts wings folded and the craft gently docked into shuttle bay 2, they opened the airlocks and walked straight into the midst of an Alien Breed.
