Submitted by aaron on Wed, 2005-12-21 12:00.
Looking down, it is sometimes disconcerting to see the void, its gaping dark maw hungrily consuming the universe, billions of faint pinpoints of light defiant against its cold tyranny.
Regaining your balance, you reorient yourself to the terminal, arbitrarily facing spinward to the right. The steady hum of a hundred voices help to remind you that you are inside an atmosphere, frail as it may be in the substation's hull. You wonder whose idea it was to make the floor of the welcoming terminal transparent, and are thankful that's not the case throughout the rest of the ship.
Counterspinward, to the left, a massive bulkhead door barricades what used to be the gates to the ships. Even if there were an easy way to get there from here, after the explosion it's now open to the vacuum of space. It's rumored that there are enemy combatants who have taken position on the other side of the gates, taking potshots at drones and engineers who dare to venture there.
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