The passenger freighter shudders as the docking clamps grasp hold. The cabin hisses as it slowly equalizes its pressure with the station. A computerized sounding female voice informs you and the other passengers that the ship has arrived safely at Sanctuary Station. In orbit of planet Nope. Current planetary weather: Mass Thunderstorms. Current visible Planetworms: Bertha and Jimmy.
You jolt awake as the ship shudders. The intercom states the passenger freighter has arrived safely. You're rather hungry. Maybe stopping by a restaurant would be good?
You are sitting on a crate in the docking bay, a sandwich is in your hand, you've been working as a heavylifter onstation since you arrived several months ago. Not many contracts here beyond go down to deathworld and cull extremely dangerous fauna. Due to the average fatality rate of 4 out of every ten mercs who make planetfall, you wisely chose not to go. In the dockingbay, a KX9 49e and another human maintenance worker, and some xeno maintenance worker are working on one of the cargo mechs. Apparently a cat got caught in the leg and somehow managed to shatter the joint, resulting in the whole thing toppling, with a heavy crate falling ontop the mech whilst the cat remained unharmed. Said cat scurried off.
You are currently repairing one of the docking mechs. You have been working as a mechanic onstation for about a year. According to Sig and Cala, human and KX9 respectively, a cat somehow shattered the joint, resulting in the entire mech falling before getting further damaged by its cargo. Cala had another mech remove the crate, but the mech's spine seems to have snapped. Odds are is the mech is out of commission for at least a week.
The ship jolts. Datafeeds come online as you exit power conservation mode. This android is less then optimal, powersaving is required. You can probably find a recharging station in the dockingring of Sanctuary. Seems like you have arrived. The cargobay airlock slides open with a hiss. Revealing the station dockingring beyond.
Your web is spun as of recent, in the upper corner of a restaurant. The owner of this establishment appears to like spiders, has a lotta spider decorations set up. You are bored. What do? Someone in a spacesuit is standing quietly near the bar. Also there's a grey guy. He's odd. Or at least you think it's a he.
Your merc team's station loaned shuttle hisses in the dockingbay, cooling under water from its decontamination baking. You were the only survivor the the squad of five during this last Nope culling trip. Turns out that human mercs are pretty damn stupid. Just cause it's fluffy doesn't mean it won't unhinge its jaw and bite your arm off. Oh well. Least you get all the pay.
You are currently picking shattered parts of a leg joint up in the docking ring of Sanctuary Station. A fucking cat somehow managed to break it, the mech fell and got partly crushed by the cargo. Honestly you're sorta pissed. Sigmund and Casira are working on gathering the scattered damaged shards as well. If there were other KX9 on the station, they would bloody know you were pissed. Hell, several a few systems away probably know based off the mild concern you're picking up on.
((Not sure how much the kittens have conceptualized.))
Three of You are sleeping in an enclosed windy tunnel (vent). One of You is startled, hiding behind a large boxy metal cold thing (crate). That you nearly got crushed by another big metal thing. Your shield deployed however and after it dissipated, that one darted off to hide. One You is seeking food, belly rumbles. Two You are watching as a a wall opens up and people walk out. Wall has never opened before. One You is still where all of You woke up. In a metaly cold thing lined with softs.
The shuttle shudders, you've arrived. The passengerbay hisses as pressure equalizes with the station. Welcome to Sanctuary the intercom drones. A recommended eatery is the Proper Planetworm. Too bad you don't need to eat.
You are sitting in your room. Boredom is building. You've beaten this game like five times now. Maybe you should go bother Drevvy? He's always fun. Mr. What said there will be company shortly. So purrhaps not? The ship is approaching its destination. You twitch your left ear in boredom.
A ship drifts through the void. A location has been chosen. An abnormality located. The cat in human form appears bored. The Gunner is tinkering. The other residents are asleep.
You are sitting in the Proper Planetworm dining establishment and bar. The decorations are starting to get to you. Why in the universe's many many different flavors of hell does the owner like spiders so much? You swear one of them is staring at you. That damn plate sized one in the corner of the ceiling. Also there's a random person in a spacesuit. Why does he need a spacesuit inside a station? Just.. Why?
You are repairing a mech in the docking bay. It's an utter wreck and currently you're picking up shards of parts. Leg's fucking ruined. Gonna need to have the fabs print out a new one. Spine's probably done for also. And the feet are completely smashed. Just.. Fuck. How could one cat make such a big mess?
You have been standing within this establishment for a long while. None has approached for a contract. However many have come and gone. As it is, the Proper Planetworm is mostly empty. Save a gray xeno and what appears to be a plate sized spider. This isn't counting the owner obviously. You have a feeling however a contract will be coming shortly. Your feelings are never wrong.
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