[i][H3]Hangar 147, Stavanger Interplanetary Spaceport, Norway, Earth[/h3][/i]
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“Passengers, make your way to designated evacuation points. Security to Terminals five and six. Sikkerhet til terminal fem og seks takk...”

Nearby klaxons blared out these hurried announcements over the spaceport’s tannoy system. It was early morning, and dark outside. Red emergency lights flashed over the concourse’s usual sterile white ambiance. The hangar system used by aviation MRO outfits and private companies was bolted onto the side of the commercial spaceport, but was still accessible to the mass of international passengers via a long concourse. 

Some of these civilians had evidently gotten lost and were milling around next to industrial equipment and blue overalled engineers. Many had now realised there were charter craft, ready to go, in the vicinity. Confused shouting and the sound of boots on deckplate echoed through the open blast doors into Hangar 147 where the Jotunheim sat.

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Most of the crew had slept aboard their craft on the final night before their extended test voyage, but some of them were still missing. Zeynap ‘Zey’ Kadıoğlu stood in the ship’s narrow bridge with a communicator pressed close to her lips.

“J147 actual to all crew, come in! We are launching in fifteen minutes, make sure you’re here or we leave without you. Over.”

Zey glanced out of the Jotunheim’s reinforced forward window. With a rolling clank, the large hangar bay doors were opening to expose a moody pre-dawn vista. Stavanger Spaceport edged out onto a fjord, where the installation’s lights danced over black waters and rugged cliffs.

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She turned away, looked at the empty seats on her bridge, and sighed. She opened a view of the external cameras on her terminal and took in the pallets of supplies sitting on the floor, waiting to be loaded. The Jotunheim’s loading doors were open and the ramp was down. Zey activated her communicator again.

“Vigdis, are you still aboard? Come in. I need someone to get those pallets into our cargo bay. Find me a deckhand and some loading bots.”