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 Its design was clearly outdated, and almost from another era.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
The entire ship needed to be scrubbed down from top to bottom. With prejudice. ~ One of Miko’s drones carefully and delicately slid a new fuse into one of the many safety circuits along one of its maintenance shafts. Though a person could easily squeeze in here, it was far easier if the little dro
“Helios Control Tower Theta Four-Two,” she said, “this is… uh… one moment.” She turned back to Eva and Miko. “What do we call her?” she asked. “She needs a real name - we can’t just give her registration number. That would be so lame if we did.” Eva shrugged in response. “No idea,” she said. “I