03-14-2015, 01:51 AM
Omega 49 System - in orbit of Planet Gran Canaria
March, 822 A.S.
March, 822 A.S.
Gran Vista Orbital... The 'new' station, being only about two years in orbit around Planet Gran Canaria, didn't look that new from the cabin of the OSI-Neutron.Starr, while they approached it from below. It was strange to see no ship going in or out of the station, in such a busy airspace as Canaria's orbit.
"Looks kinda abandoned, sir." - said one of the salvage engineers.
"Yes..." - answered David Starr - "at least the docking bays are all operational. And that's because the automatic repair systems kept them running. The old administration isn't heard of in months..."
As he guided the ship on the final approach, David was thinking how it could be very useful for a security division unit to be stationed there. It had twelve docking bays in total, four of which were big ones, that could even receive small transports, or even a gunboat. Perfect for a wing of fighters and bombers: several could be launched simultaneously.
As they docked, all systems operated as expected, no problem there. Despite having a few lights out, and lot of dirt around, the docking bay was good enough to be used safely. They exited the Dromedary freighter, and started to unload their equipment. David decided to go ahead and 'explore' the station a little more. He exited the docking bay and encountered a corridor that would lead to another part of the station. Despite being kinda dark and looking lifeless, it was not that bad.
"Let's just hope the rest of the station is as good as this, our job will be easy then" - thought Starr. Through a window he had a nice view of the planet below. But after a few more meters, he made a turn on that corridor and encountered a big hall. His mounth opened in disbelief, and he allowed a not-so-nice expletive escape his lips.
"$%&@#&% me!! What a mess!!"
David scratched his head while he comtemplated all that chaos, thinking on all the work ahead. He grabbed his comm-link and called the ship.
"Hernandez... Starr here. You wont like what I found. This main hall is a mess! We will need that heavy-duty cleanning crew after all..."
The answer was something incomprehensible, but didn't sound good. It was unbelievable the state the old administrators let the base fall to. After all that effort to rebuild an old station, dismantled long ago when a system was abandoned, how could they let it practicaly rot in space like that? David promised to himself he would make sure the station would be totally repaired and put to a good use, for the benefit of Gran Canaria and Omega 49.
"I better call Kelly, tell him what I've found..."
Starr walked back to his ship. They had a lot of work to do.
"Looks kinda abandoned, sir." - said one of the salvage engineers.
"Yes..." - answered David Starr - "at least the docking bays are all operational. And that's because the automatic repair systems kept them running. The old administration isn't heard of in months..."
As he guided the ship on the final approach, David was thinking how it could be very useful for a security division unit to be stationed there. It had twelve docking bays in total, four of which were big ones, that could even receive small transports, or even a gunboat. Perfect for a wing of fighters and bombers: several could be launched simultaneously.
As they docked, all systems operated as expected, no problem there. Despite having a few lights out, and lot of dirt around, the docking bay was good enough to be used safely. They exited the Dromedary freighter, and started to unload their equipment. David decided to go ahead and 'explore' the station a little more. He exited the docking bay and encountered a corridor that would lead to another part of the station. Despite being kinda dark and looking lifeless, it was not that bad.
"Let's just hope the rest of the station is as good as this, our job will be easy then" - thought Starr. Through a window he had a nice view of the planet below. But after a few more meters, he made a turn on that corridor and encountered a big hall. His mounth opened in disbelief, and he allowed a not-so-nice expletive escape his lips.
"$%&@#&% me!! What a mess!!"
David scratched his head while he comtemplated all that chaos, thinking on all the work ahead. He grabbed his comm-link and called the ship.
"Hernandez... Starr here. You wont like what I found. This main hall is a mess! We will need that heavy-duty cleanning crew after all..."
The answer was something incomprehensible, but didn't sound good. It was unbelievable the state the old administrators let the base fall to. After all that effort to rebuild an old station, dismantled long ago when a system was abandoned, how could they let it practicaly rot in space like that? David promised to himself he would make sure the station would be totally repaired and put to a good use, for the benefit of Gran Canaria and Omega 49.
"I better call Kelly, tell him what I've found..."
Starr walked back to his ship. They had a lot of work to do.