Expendable

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Lunar Dome Prime has issued a minor environmental alert. In their efforts to contain a particularly troublesome laboratory [redacted], it has been vented into lunar void.

I wonder if this is the source of our invasive creatures?

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57104 - Yev

"Repair sleeve, right," Yev nods. "And a couple of wrenches."

When you need it, one wrench always falls out of your grasp. Best to grab two or three before pulling anything out of her work kit.

It couldn't be native to the moon, that's why it made sense that it was just rats. Some of the moon's ice were from comets or asteroids that buried it in the dark, sometimes deep underground. Concern™ picked this place so they could melt some of that ice and use it in the farm. But what if there wasn't just ice?

Then the filter would catch it, she nodded, eyeing the set of lockers up ahead. Nothing gets by the filters.

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Yev hasn't seen these creatures yet, but anything that chews through walls is a rat to her.

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57104 - Yev

"What did all this?" Yev demanded, taking in the damage. Everything looked... chewed. What chews through concrete?

"Is someone, Yev asks, kneeling down next to the hole and shining the drone's light through the crack, praying inside that nothing would move when the light shines on it,"doing illegal experiments with rats down here?"

One couldn't help but to think this was something... alien, but it could just be a rat, sometimes they hid in crates. Yeah, a rat. Why was a rat suddenly cuddly?

She glanced over at Gwen, trying to hide a shudder, "So, uh, do you think this was just one or is there a colony of concrete-chewing rats down there?"

Probably someplace warm, like... under the power core, absorbing all that radiation...

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Happy to hear back from you.

Oh, tried a site called Roomstyler to make an image of Yev's apartment, you can see it at the bottom of her character sheet

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Yev sighs in mid-bite as orders crackled in her ear.

"...Eel, Nielson, take 57104 with you to the sub levels and find me that leak..."

"Duty calls," Yev mummers as she stands up, grabbing her things and heading towards the bins and the sink. The strawberry bits in the oatmeal hadn't soften, yet.

Can't I have one meal to eat in peace? Yev wonders as she scrapes out the remaining oatmeal into the compostable bin along with the bio-compostable spoon. Next, she put the resin bowl and tea cup carefully into the sink, and selects an empty water bottle from the drying rack. Pausing at the dispenser, she waited as it slowly filled her bottle.

How much of this was from the buried ice, she wonders, And how much of this is just cleaned and recycled pee?

Others were moving about, but she paid them no mind as she went downstairs to her locker. Inside, she pulls out her work belt and buckles it around her waist (as they for some reason didn't want convict workers to have tools in their rooms), then put on her stained white work helmet with the head light and "57104" stenciled on the sides.

I better not catch it for not scrubbing out the stains, Yev scowls, remembering the warning that it was remotely possible for the scouring powder to be used as an explosive component that made management pull it from use. Not that she was going to point out she had enough chemistry to make explosives from what was already in the kitchen - and none of it was going to get her back to Earth any sooner. Rolling her eyes, she reaches inside to grab a couple of protein bars from her stash. One vanilla, one peanut butter - not that it mattered, there was a vague flavor that lasted half a minute, then it was just bland chewy taffy with lots of saw dust bits in it.

Bet this is from the batch with the artificial sawdust, there's no way this is "natural fiber." I eat far too many of these things.

"I'm going to head to first sub level," she called out to Eel and Nielson.

"Holiday," she said, her voice taking a more formal, respectful tone, "What color is the oil? has any of the drones analyzed it yet?" All the oils and liquids for the machinery had their own colors for quick identification, but burnt oil was just black.

Bet the leak is from the harvester, Yev sighs. Probably the drip pan again. But if we don't check below, they'll dock us for not following up. At least I can check in on my cider.

She'd brought up a bottle to sample last night, but someone had snagged it off the counter while she was looking for a glass. If someone asks, I'll tell them it's a urine sample. Hope they don't get the runs....

Graveyard Orbit: A Scifi Western RP Concept

Sounds fun.

You're going to carry that weight.

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There's been more than two replies following my post, is it okay to repost or should we wait for the rest?