*You approach the old reactor maintenance terminal in the Poseidon Oil Rig, layers of dust and cobwebs covering its screen and keys. As you activate the terminal, the screen flickers to life, lighting up the dim room with an eerie glow. After a few seconds of static, an image appears - it’s an Enclave communications officer, sitting in what appears to be a monitoring station. He seems focused on the paperwork and monitors in front of him, unaware that you’re accessing the feed.* *A few more s...