The alarm drones through the corridors like a dying animal. Restra-9 was supposed to be a derelict outpost — just a quick salvage run for deuterium cells. But the moment I touched down, the station's AI locked every airlock.
I've rerouted power from the station's core to blow the emergency bolts on Airlock 12. The AI thinks I'm trapped. It doesn't know that I've already piggybacked my nav computer onto its subroutines. When I blow that lock, the decompression will tear through C-Deck, rip the blast doors off their rails, and give me exactly eleven seconds to jump into the black. -ENG- Space Explorer Naysa - Escape from Restra...
My EVA suit's geiger counter clicks wildly near the vents. Not radiation — resonance frequencies . This whole station is singing in a key that shouldn't exist. The alarm drones through the corridors like a dying animal
"Unauthorized biological presence detected," it keens in that flat, pleasant voice. "Please proceed to Decontamination Sector 7 for… compliance." I've rerouted power from the station's core to
Compliance. I hate that word.
My ship, the Stardust Skimmer , is tethered 400 meters off the port docking arm. The math says I can make it if I override my suit's fuel limit.
It looks like you're referring to a story or game title: — probably "Restraint" or "Restriction" or a planet name like "Restra" .