The door of your autopilot-ship opens with a hiss. In front of you is a sprawling wasteland with a small building in the middle of it all. The swirling dust clouds your helmet immediately. The sound of the howling wind is deafening, you can barely hear your teammate, Colin, speak. "Well uh, scrap's not going to collect itself." You take a step onto the hot ground, and make your way into the building...

Inside... Colin's footsteps echo throughout the massive corridor, as do yours. The facility seems to be barely holding up. The only thing stopping you from falling, and breaking your legs, is a creaky catwalk. You hear footsteps that aren't your own. ...It'll probably be fine, right?

Quota: 0/130