You woke inside a ship older than your species. It had been buried in the Moon. You do not remember the trip aboard. Most of its memory is gone. Its will is not. It has decided you are its Lord Captain, and it will not hear a correction. Most of its guns still work.
This is Sol. Earth is alive and rattled. The Moon has a small research base full of people who would like a noun for what you are. Scavengers are already in the rubble of the inner system, racing the signal of something ancient waking up. Something larger than they are has noticed too.
You fight your way out. You put the Ship back into a shape it can stand. At the edge of the system sits the Sol Gate, old and dark and the size of a small moon. Past it is the rest of the galaxy. The galaxy does not know you exist yet. It is about to.