08-06-2020, 05:43 PM
Bering, Pacifica Base: VIP Headquarters
It is nighttime. Most people wouldn't notice it while on a space station, but a big part of the Arbeiters onboard of Pacifica are getting ready to go to sleep. The night shifts have just started and banging of heavy machinery can barely be heard through the thick office walls. A certain Vorarbeiter is sitting on the white leather sofa, sipping a mysterious substance from a shot glass. He's humming a melody. It can easily be noticed that he is missing every other note.
As the nightshift continues the Vorarbeiter is relaxing on the sofa staring through the glass window, looking at a hologram of planet Houston.