[b][h2]Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr[/h2][/b]
[b][h3]Freight boarding tunnel. Cargo bays.[/h3][/b]

Warning alarms sounded and orange lights flashed as the cargo tube locked into the side of the space ship, their new and only escape from this dying station. They were kissing themselves if they thought they would last here, no new food, cut off and the last and final bastion on the entire planet she knew of. Other stations were now overrun, radiation craters planet side or had been left when they fell out of use or ran out of supply. 

“Clear the way, fuck, get back ya idiots. This is not your first day on the job.“ shouted the foreman as the huge industrial void locks began to move on large powered systems far larger than a passenger link made of heavy metal with thick deck plates and wide routes that two cargo lifters could pass if they were careful. 

“Copy bridge. report.  have found food, supplies for ships maintenance, welding gear and misc items so far, they are grabbing as much of the station's engineering and maintenance kit as we carry. Ren out.” Ren spoke clearly over the voice link as the more rough tones of the foreman came along as he reached the intercom unit. 

“Little miss corpo science says you are leaving, we want off too, we have our tools and gear coming, so you let us on, we help keep this tub flying.” The man said, with a rough accent but cutting straight to the heart of the matter with the directness of a punch to the head. 

“I promised, we getting off, this place is fucked even if the bugs not get us. Too damn fucking hot anyway.” She said, tired and in no mood for small talk. 

“Now you are talking in my language, little miss pointy might just be bearable.” He said with a laugh as he grabbed the most valuable stack of tools un their battered containers and so, an entire unit had been ripped off the wall and taken whole, some bulk head was left behind with it on top of everything prior.

The cargo tube soon rang to the sound of 2 working power loaders, one had failed and was being quickly patched up with some wire splicing by a disgruntled woman in dirty overalls with a soldering iron and some hand tools. Crate gripped in the claws Ren walked forward carefully as her machine's feet thundered on the steel in the enclosed space. 

“All that to the left, circle out right. And I mean right.” One of the group was now directing the traffic flow as the loading…totally not looting crew where dropping items off in the bay in rough piles to be sorted later in more detail. 

“Anything you need, Bridge? We don't get another chance once we launch. Still hot as hell here…” Ren asked as she walked back, being directed round to the right and circling back out to collect another heavy cargo. The Kellier sounded tired and luckily this suits video comm was on the fritz for now. 

“Stick right, inbound left, outbound right. You too corpo. Keep the line going.” One of them gestured as they set up a rudimentary lane system to get cargo aboard at a steady pace. Ren just let herself join the flow and did her best to not mess up what would probably have once been well piled station crew. Ren only nodded as her ears rang again as the feet hit the metal deck plates, the ear protection had long been lost it seems. 





[@Bentus]