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The preparations have been completed. As we organized our entire staff of scientists, researchers and strong-willed engineers I sat in the background as my Border World DL transport was getting stuffed with several different materials destined to reach the shrouded station in our designated location. The cargo hold was quite claustrophobic, and the science team was boarding was not going to quit it's worrisome chatter anytime soon. Once the crew settled itself in Transport 1, we departed from the Citadel with haste. Transport 2 had already left the Citadel without my authorization, but then again I am in no position to organize pre-launch checks and whatnot. As we approached the station located [REDACTED] systems away, the mooring ports were relatively functioning, as if an internal AI pulled the strings. I was in charge of the whole operation and ordered Transport 2 to extend its docking port on the station's.
It did not take long until we managed to clear both of the transports of the goods we carried onto the station. They were swiftly cleansed from the unsorted goods I ordered to stuff on both of the transports. Once the science team managed to settle themselves at their own routines, I personally decided to thoroughly explore the base, in case some hidden cellars were missed during the first inspection. Much to my dismay, some minor traces of Cardamine were found in a trapdoor near the Office Complex that nobody managed to check out beforehand, apparently. The labs were swiftly re-organized in a matter of days, and the communication systems have been re-established in less than a month or so. Since the water extractor device was already not functioning, I specifically ordered the supply manager in the Citadel to move on my transport enough water to last for over two months of indecipherable work and patient trial-and-error efforts. Surprisingly, after having spent an entire month in the facility, it appears that the main docking ports are actually fully operational, as well as the external hull. We have had no hull breaches so far, so I suppose it's safe to assume that this station is indeed completely operational at this stage. I have good reason to believe that the rather extensive staff of 150 employees will do a fine job to settle down on this station and do whatever task is requested of them. As a matter of fact, the newly installed Robotic Hardware proved to be of good use for the malfunctioning long-ranged communication system.
Once the most basic needs for the pre-secured station were met, I plucked a good dozen of science team members and re-established our little "Zeta Section" at the top layer section of the base, including the finest industrial hardware and consoles the Citadel had to offer. This recent change of plans thankfully managed not to phase the rest of the science team since only a trusted, select few have to work on this crucial project of the utmost importance. I cannot fully trust them, however. So I requested armed guards at the entrance of the section. I have also ordered the engineers to rework our communication systems in such a way that we may not be detected by any possible hindering outsider scurrying around the perimeter of the cloud. As much as I wish to rely upon my trusted peers and assistants, this project needs to be secluded and kept away from any possible individual which may disrupt our operations. As for the Zeta Labs, I specifically asked of them to study the surrounding dark matter near the station, therefore leaving them the right to hit the intercom at any time and ask the office complex for anything. I baptized the station "Ousia" since it appears that according to ancient theologies, it means "Divine Essence". It's quite a fitting name since the Dark Matter we're studying is quite the peculiar one. Plus, we can apply it to ship development if need be.