Biotech Research Station 108

High above an uninhabitable planet floats the elaborate research space station for Biotech Science, a division of a non-profit entity focusing on the life sciences. Designation #108 specifically operates on advanced terraforming technologies with a focus on creating more diverse and sensible territories in a single use of the technology. The process and purpose involves quite a bit of jargon, and not every person aboard BRS108 is a scientific authority. The inhospitable planet provides an amicable work environment, as there's no claimed territory below to fret over the orbit of free-floating bodies, and only public intergalactic law is of concern.

Like outer space, the interior of the current room is dark. Even after a few moments, it still appears dark, but enough outlines can be divulged to indicate the room is relatively small and cluttered with stacked, metallic crates. You inadvertently brush up against one and fear that it might fall over, collapsing them. It's just then that you take notice of a line of orange light glowing on the floor just a few feet ahead. You hear some muffled voices coming from beyond this wall, but can't make out what it is they're saying until they draw closer.

"Yeah, it almost seems like the power was cut or somethin'. Engineering's supposed to be on it. In the meantime, you boys check that direction." It's a deep, gravelly voice, and you have to focus hard to make out the words it speaks. A moment later, you hear: "Door systems, too? Thank hell it's just them and the lights so far. Why ain't this door fastened all the way?" This is followed by some clanking sounds, grunting, and repetitive, mechanical noises.

There's little time to react before you hear a hydraulic whoosh and the wall disappears before your eyes. Your eyes, however, are now blinded by the orange light coming from outside. You try to shield them and squint, but it's of little use. You're already seen.

The gruff voice from earlier speaks in a commanding, authoritative tone. "Come out from behind there. Think I can't see you?" It turns out the orange light is actually very dim, your eyes just sorely needed to adjust, but it's enough for you to see everything before you. The figure is a masculine alien, approximately seven feet tall. His stature is certainly muscular given his form-fitting uniform, but there's a definite paunch to his belly. His face bears a wide, gray muzzle, replete with two short, curved horns and a pair of begrudging yellow eyes. His two tapered ears flick every so often. His uniform is dark black and gray, consisting of a shiny trapezoidal pattern and a badge on his chest. He has a pronounced metallic codpiece, and the upper portion of his uniform is tasseled below the waist like a jerkin jacket. You can just make out that he's pointing a strange, pale-greenish rod in your direction.

The horned, earthen-gray alien makes another demand. "State your rank and designation."