Chapters tagged station life

by oldtoad78

Chapter 3

The dock’s cold air bit through Darius Belmont’s jacket, Henderson Station’s mid-tier sprawl humming around him like a beast too tired to die. The Global Salvage Network official—a pudgy prick with a tablet and a face like curdled milk—shoved the signed manifest into his hands an...

by oldtoad78

Chapter 4

The dock’s cold air seeped through Lexy Belmont’s patched jumpsuit, a faint, persistent sting against her skin as she stepped off the Marlin’s ramp. The station’s sprawl buzzed around her, a tired beast exhaling vapor and steel groans into the haze. Cranes loomed overhead, their...

by oldtoad78

Chapter 2

 The dive bar festered in a grimy corner of the station’s lower docks, a hollow of rusting steel and sour air, thick with the reek of cheap synth-ale and unwashed bodies. The hum of failing air recyclers buzzed through the walls, a restless dr...

by oldtoad78

Chapter 3

The hatch’s hiss bled into a hollow echo as the corridor sprawled ahead, a rusted artery of steel and sour air, thick with the sting of burnt wiring and the stale musk of unwashed metal. The hum of failing air recyclers pulsed through the walls, a restless thrum that shivered thr...

by oldtoad78

Chapter 4

The air in _The Drifter_’s hold hung thick—a stale blend of oil and recycled dampness that settled heavy in the lungs. Selenia stood just past the hatch, her small frame dwarfed by the dimness, the tattered JBU sagging off her like a worn shroud. Grime streaked her face while her...

by oldtoad78

Chapter 5

Selenia stirred on the cot, the hard surface creaking under her as she sat up, the blanket’s coarse weave brushing her skin. She rubbed her face, the cleaner feel of her cheeks a faint surprise, and a spark of hope flickered—Jace hadn’t beaten her for sleeping here. Gav would’ve,...