Setting up Camp

[in_the_cracks]

Nexus warehouses are useful things. Some are constantly heaving with alien beings and still more alien wares; others stand sealed and silent, never offering a hint of what lies within. Many are visibly (probably) abandoned, the doors left open and the paint peeling, refuges for litter and Nexus-goers seeking a shadowy corner.

Someone has recently laid claim to one in the back alleys of the Nexus. The gaunt shell has been cleaned out, doors replaced and reinforced (and a few unobtrusive security systems added). Until now, Telrim herself hasn’t been near the place.

But the job is in her hands now. A stack of boxes has been delivered to the entrance. They look hefty, but the only markings are plain labels in tiny text you’d have to get close to read. Whatever they are, the Controller is shifting them inside with a cart at a quick pace. The next delivery is due soon. She has to be ready to receive and store it – not to mention guarding against nosy Nexus-goers…

Comments

[punk_wily]

Except for all the Ragnarok fragments that can cause insanity, but the cleanup is Somebody Else's Problem as far as Punk's concerned. He's off the lists to help with that due to his temper - a factor that can make one vulnerable around the stuff.

"Heh, course not," is all he says, as he'll head off to that door.