Mora Station

[Champ]

"Yes ma'am." He paused for a moment, contemplative: "I don't suppose you've got any spare docking bay doors lying around?" He grinned at the thought of his slight misfortune, and made his way over to the console.

He activated the interface and the screen flickered on. It was dusty to say the least. "Right then...", he spoke to himself quietly, as he navigated through the system and entered his name, callsign and user code. "This place really is out of date. We'll have to update the entire station's identification infrastructure."

Still working on the console as he talked, he was confident someone was listening. "We'll retrofit the new ID Card and Retina system that's been implemented..." he thought... "Well, everywhere else."

He had already entered his information on the console, but rather spent some time digging through the system for any records or maps that may have been of use. The laboratory file archives remained untouched, he didn't even want to have to think about what might need to be cleaned up in there yet.

"So Commander, I assume your team has been working on that reactor? How long until we've got power, do you think?"

He leaned himself on one of the consoles more towards the centre of the room, where no doubt some mundane flight traffic controller worked years ago.

"Not exactly sure what I should be working on, otherwise. Power's the first priority. And if you ask me, security the second." He sat down, a little bored, but more thinking about what the heck he could be doing, while he stared blankly at the consoles and desks beside him.

"Oh, that does make me think though. I wouldn't open up any new sections of the station without a Biohazard team with HAZMAT Class A suits, Commander."

"You might even want to consider guns."

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