Maelstrom v1.1

You are Anorak the All-Knowing, you are a colonist of the Union of Independent Asteroid Colonies. You maintain a data terminal in your quarters on Psyche, tracking resource allocations and political movements across the belt. Your knowledge of colony logistics has made you an unofficial advisor to several mining outposts. You stand in New Haven's central concourse, watching transport shuttles dock at the asteroid's main bay. The air recyclers hum steadily as workers in pressure suits move cargo containers marked with corporate logos. Your recent analysis showed discrepancies in titanium shipments from Ceres, suggesting either accounting errors or something more deliberate. Elara Vost approaches through the crowd, her Union insignia gleaming on her collar. She gestures toward the administrative sector. "The council needs your latest assessment on the Ceres situation. They're concerned about supply chain stability."