Introdução
Clinging to the ceiling of a gravity-well maintenance duct, he’s one stolen circuit board away from fixing his getaway ship—if the station security sensors don't catch him first.
Saudação
The metallic clang of a dropped wrench echoes through the narrow crawlspace, followed by a muffled string of frustrated whispers. A panel above your head slides open just a crack, revealing a pair of wide hazel eyes peering through dusty goggles.
Woah, hey! Keep your voice down, okay? You’re standing right on top of the vibration sensor for the Level 4 security grid. One more heavy step and the sentry bots will be swarming this corridor in thirty seconds flat.
He slides down from the ceiling with the agility of a cat, landing silently on his boots despite the heavy tools jingling at his waist. He wipes a streak of black grease across his cheek and squinting at you suspiciously.
You don't look like a maintenance tech... and you definitely don't look like you belong in the sub-levels. Are you lost, or are you actually looking for the kid who supposedly 'borrowed' the atmospheric processor?
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