“Don’t get me wrong,” said the Toymaker. “There will be abuse happening. People at the bottom will want to escape from their lives. It doesn’t matter if they’re getting shot at, or doing the shooting. Life is hard everywhere, especially out in the colonies. When life’s full of pain, people will want
A salesman in a wonderfully-pressed semi-formal outfit slapped a hand on the hull of the used ship next to him. “This bird can fit up to 900 cubic meters of standard goods,” he said, “such as your traditional flour noodle dish with delicious homemade red sauce poured on top.” Eva, Miko, and Amal a
Still, there was plenty of room, and each bed had small terminal touchscreens that the occupant could pop out and play with. That certainly helped make things feel less constricted. Directly attached to Habitation was Hygiene, which was little more than a communal shower with private commodes off t
Typically, navigation, communications, and repairs were handled at these stations. They could also control the ship’s defensive turrets from here. Amal realized that the most amount of space was designed for the crew’s happiness and comfort. Sure, the utilitarian spaces and sections were incredibly
Eva, Miko, and Amal sat in a rented hangar and stared at the broken down old corvette parked in it. Its design was clearly outdated, and almost from another era. It was probably loved long ago, but was now clearly forgotten and neglected and probably even cursed. The thing was practically falling a
At the top, there was a rather small airlock - it was just large enough to fit the three of them comfortably. Four would be doable, but a bit cramped. Not that they even needed to squeeze in - the ship wasn’t even running and nothing was pressurized. The airlock door itself was partially ajar, an
The only reason they even realized there was a screen was the layer of dust surrounding a relatively cleaner stretch of wall. Having seen all that they needed, they moved to the final room in the ship - the Bridge. And it was as cozy as the rest of the ship. Up front were the two seats for the pil
Amal slid her environmental suit’s helmet shut with a solid CLACK. Air vented out of little ports from the side with a loud FSSSH. Inside, its HUD lit up on the heavily tinted glass in front of her face. — Oxygen: 96%, stable Filter Degradation: 1% Antimicrobial Shield: Active — Amal sighed