Hollowbody

Play as Mica, an unlicensed Shipper working for an infamous ring of black market freelancers. It sounded like a simple job, another run across the zone, slow and low. Keep under the radar by casing beneath the electrical storm that blankets the sky overhead. But something feels off. The drop point is dead.. hadn't been active in months, maybe years. These things happen, people get spooked. A five hour flight back and a few hundred credits wasted on fuel. You get in your hover and head home. An hour into the zone and there's an issue with the hover. The nav's running in circles and you're gaining altitude. Before you know it a blinding white fills the sky. The dash goes dark and your hover drops out of the air like a lead balloon, slamming into the paved streets below. You wake to the acrid smell of an electrical fire, rain pounding on the cracked windshield. You're surrounded by the crumbling remains of what were once considered homes.