anymore.
Single attackers were driven away by random shots, while I tried the descent.
When gravity became stronger the creatures lost their interest in pursuing me.
The entrance at the carriage station was intact, but had to be manually opened.
With targeted use of force and some absolutely indispensable expletives the door gave way after a while and I was able to enter the towers inside.
The other tower had had working lights, this wasn’t the case here.
Damp darkness welcomed me and I wondered if coming inside really had been such a good idea.
The basic structure was similar to the other tower, so after a short while I found the maintenance room.
I felt nearly unbearable tension, while Marple tried to get the opening mechanism to cooperate, then very slowly, as if the door was unsure about opening up, it slowly slid aside.
Blinded by the sudden light I marveled at the flawlessly clean room amongst this tower that rather resembled a mossy grotto, than a man made structure.
As I was about to enter the room Marple uttered a warning “Careful, the ventilation of the room is dysfunctional, if we close it you only have air for a very short amount of time.” I entered the room and ordered Marple to keep it opened up, the I turned to check the system console.
The energy and material reserves had nearly been used up and the screen was flickering in an alarming manner. I took out another stripe of nanites, the second one during my flight this day.
Only eight stripes remained, for more than 10 I hadn’t found the room.
I programmed the nanites to eat through the debris clogging the ventilation and to use the gained materials to construct a new ventilation device.
While I tried to find out more about the condition the tower was in the maintenance terminal malfunctioned.
Not a good omen, but my mission just had to be a success, perhaps the ship did not have another 25 years.
When the ventilation started working I closed the entrance and fell exhausted on the cot of the maintenance bunk.
Marple whispered “Have a good rest” as I took her off, I barely put her aside then I was fast asleep.
Grey. Ground. I’m stuck. Silken I feel the slow trickle of energy entering me through my hips connection. The mountings holding my steely chest decay like in a time lapse. Then I use the maintenance claw, which I have instead of a right hand.
Energy… depleted. Mountings… restored.
Again the energy awakens me, again I am able to see.
Again the mountings decay.
Beside me RDX-14 falls to the ground.
I see other fallen RDX.
Restoring mountings. No energy left. Want… wa…
Soaked I sweat I awaken. Again.
Another dream I had been one of the ships devices, what was the meaning of all this?
Lost in thought I put on Marple and got out some of the bread and cheese.
I only ate a little, then I discussed the descent with Marple.
We decided to first try and proceed further down inside of the tower, if that would become too difficult I would search the nearest exit to the towers outside.
Admittedly the structure was in much better shape than I had assumed, but the stale air was unbearable.
I wasn’t noticing the 80 meters I climbed down and only when I arrived at an exit door and dizzily nearly tumbled over trying to push it open I realized I was about to lose my consciousness.
With my remaining strength I pushed against the door again, and this time actually tumbled to the ground.
How absurd… I didn’t want to die like this, not letting it end. Surrender?
It would be so easy, just stay lying down.
My fingers worked their way down to my holster as if driven by an own free will, somehow suddenly I held a pistol in a hand and aimed at the door.
A shot, why did I switch to smelt munitions?
At the spot I hit a hole gaped.
Air! Rise! Like being dragged by a puppeteer I worked my way upward.
On the level of the gaping hole cold air hit me in the face and like someone being drowned I gasped in the air and
Single attackers were driven away by random shots, while I tried the descent.
When gravity became stronger the creatures lost their interest in pursuing me.
The entrance at the carriage station was intact, but had to be manually opened.
With targeted use of force and some absolutely indispensable expletives the door gave way after a while and I was able to enter the towers inside.
The other tower had had working lights, this wasn’t the case here.
Damp darkness welcomed me and I wondered if coming inside really had been such a good idea.
The basic structure was similar to the other tower, so after a short while I found the maintenance room.
I felt nearly unbearable tension, while Marple tried to get the opening mechanism to cooperate, then very slowly, as if the door was unsure about opening up, it slowly slid aside.
Blinded by the sudden light I marveled at the flawlessly clean room amongst this tower that rather resembled a mossy grotto, than a man made structure.
As I was about to enter the room Marple uttered a warning “Careful, the ventilation of the room is dysfunctional, if we close it you only have air for a very short amount of time.” I entered the room and ordered Marple to keep it opened up, the I turned to check the system console.
The energy and material reserves had nearly been used up and the screen was flickering in an alarming manner. I took out another stripe of nanites, the second one during my flight this day.
Only eight stripes remained, for more than 10 I hadn’t found the room.
I programmed the nanites to eat through the debris clogging the ventilation and to use the gained materials to construct a new ventilation device.
While I tried to find out more about the condition the tower was in the maintenance terminal malfunctioned.
Not a good omen, but my mission just had to be a success, perhaps the ship did not have another 25 years.
When the ventilation started working I closed the entrance and fell exhausted on the cot of the maintenance bunk.
Marple whispered “Have a good rest” as I took her off, I barely put her aside then I was fast asleep.
Grey. Ground. I’m stuck. Silken I feel the slow trickle of energy entering me through my hips connection. The mountings holding my steely chest decay like in a time lapse. Then I use the maintenance claw, which I have instead of a right hand.
Energy… depleted. Mountings… restored.
Again the energy awakens me, again I am able to see.
Again the mountings decay.
Beside me RDX-14 falls to the ground.
I see other fallen RDX.
Restoring mountings. No energy left. Want… wa…
Soaked I sweat I awaken. Again.
Another dream I had been one of the ships devices, what was the meaning of all this?
Lost in thought I put on Marple and got out some of the bread and cheese.
I only ate a little, then I discussed the descent with Marple.
We decided to first try and proceed further down inside of the tower, if that would become too difficult I would search the nearest exit to the towers outside.
Admittedly the structure was in much better shape than I had assumed, but the stale air was unbearable.
I wasn’t noticing the 80 meters I climbed down and only when I arrived at an exit door and dizzily nearly tumbled over trying to push it open I realized I was about to lose my consciousness.
With my remaining strength I pushed against the door again, and this time actually tumbled to the ground.
How absurd… I didn’t want to die like this, not letting it end. Surrender?
It would be so easy, just stay lying down.
My fingers worked their way down to my holster as if driven by an own free will, somehow suddenly I held a pistol in a hand and aimed at the door.
A shot, why did I switch to smelt munitions?
At the spot I hit a hole gaped.
Air! Rise! Like being dragged by a puppeteer I worked my way upward.
On the level of the gaping hole cold air hit me in the face and like someone being drowned I gasped in the air and
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