Mora Station

[Tenacity]

Kaylee stepped off the unloading ramp of the personnel transport into the dark, abandoned flight deck of Mora Station. Half an inch of dust, mixed intermittently with grease, fuel, and oil, covered the floor, making it feel as if she was stepping onto an immense sponge. The air was stale, and laced with the stringent odor of old machinery.

"Well, this isnt quite what I was expecting... it's going to take ages to get this place running again." She mentioned as a security guard helped her down from the shuttle. Shortly after, workers began unloading supplies from the shuttle to the flight deck, leaving streaks and wheel tracks as they moved in new equipment.

The first order of business was restoring power. Mora station had an old nuclear reactor at it's core, spanning both the central and upper levels - it wasnt the most advanced technology, but it was reliable, and easy to work with. Two workers carrying a shielded case full of plutonium fuel rods shuffled by her towards the small lift leading up from the flight deck, and Kaylee followed their lead. The flight deck itself was relatively empty, with only one ancient - and apparently damaged - Anubis class fighter left in its hangar.



The lift had to be temporarily powered by a portable generator, and as the doors opened to the mid-level crew deck Kaylee was met with a pressurized blast of air reaking of death - whether it was a person or some animal that had been left behind, she didnt know. She and her entourage quickly made their way down the hallway towards the next lift, fighting the urge to vomit as they hooked up the portable generator once more.

Fortunately, the upper command deck met them with no such ill odors, only pitch black hallways and the eerie, resonating sounds of solar radiation bombarding the thin rock ceilings above them. Such sounds are common on asteroid bases, especially those in the near vicinity of a large star, but the superstitious often assumed it to be the wailing of ghosts. Once the station was powered up again, the hum of power cables and electromagnetic shielding would drown out these 'ghosts'.

The team split up, with Kaylee and her security escort heading to the flight control room while the engineers and workers made their way towards the reactor. One of the guards pryed open the control room door and Kaylee stepped in, making her way towards the communications console to hook up the portable generator. Through the iced-over windows at the front of the control room, she could see the carrier Bastet looming in the distance.

Once the generator was active, Kaylee dusted off the communications panel and opened a channel to the Bastet, "Come in, Bastet, this is Commander Staite, do you copy?"

"Reading you, Commander, but just barely, scans are showing the station's transmitter array has been damaged, probably from an asteroid impact."

Kaylee sighed, this place was a wreck, but it was all they had, "Copy that, the engineering team is refueling the reactor as we speak, start sending over cleanup and repair crews, this is going to take a while..."

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