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arkprojectThe space station is clearly an industrial complex of some kind, rather than a transit hub or mercantile center or any other use for a stationary landing point in space. It has the unremitting exposed metal of a location not trying to be particularly inviting, but there's signs of life here and there: residential quarters, a cafeteria, technical work stations, all scattered with paper notes and doodles and personal effects.
The whole place is also cast over with disuse, bizarre black electrical goo dripping from ripped piping and destroyed wall panels between heavy layers of dust and rusted parts. Dead electronics are even more plentiful than the signs of life, with no human corpses to be found at first glance.
And, although there are some lights, the station is undoubtedly running on emergency power, the lighting dim and infrequent, ominous red and blue patches indicating access to computers for major industrial functions or comms points.
Interrupting all of this some ways into exploration is a bright, startled voice across the intercom, piped exclusively to the area Catherine can detect a new life sign. It'd taken her a while to notice. Time just sort of, well, runs together on auxiliary power with no new stimuli to focus her attention on, and her sensors aren't fully operational in all parts of the station. He would've had to come somewhere Catherine could detect him, and she had to be paying attention...
"Hello? Is someone there? Hello - I could really use the help..."
She tires not to sound too optimistic, more because she doesn't want to get her hopes up than because she realizes how drastically incongruous her tone of voice is with the surroundings. Catherine has long since grown inured to PATHOS-II -- even before she'd become inorganic.
The whole place is also cast over with disuse, bizarre black electrical goo dripping from ripped piping and destroyed wall panels between heavy layers of dust and rusted parts. Dead electronics are even more plentiful than the signs of life, with no human corpses to be found at first glance.
And, although there are some lights, the station is undoubtedly running on emergency power, the lighting dim and infrequent, ominous red and blue patches indicating access to computers for major industrial functions or comms points.
Interrupting all of this some ways into exploration is a bright, startled voice across the intercom, piped exclusively to the area Catherine can detect a new life sign. It'd taken her a while to notice. Time just sort of, well, runs together on auxiliary power with no new stimuli to focus her attention on, and her sensors aren't fully operational in all parts of the station. He would've had to come somewhere Catherine could detect him, and she had to be paying attention...
"Hello? Is someone there? Hello - I could really use the help..."
She tires not to sound too optimistic, more because she doesn't want to get her hopes up than because she realizes how drastically incongruous her tone of voice is with the surroundings. Catherine has long since grown inured to PATHOS-II -- even before she'd become inorganic.
