Dawn Day 2
Dawn, if there was a dawn in space, broke, shattered into little pieces. The fire siren was going off. Many rushed to the assembly point, hastley pulling on clothes, checking their pockets for keys, wallets and various other important items. CCrunner was the first to arrive, he stopped dead mouth hanging open "your late crewman, you'd have burned to death 2 minutes ago" Captain Renta shouted looking at her stopwatch.
"What a sadist" thought the Crewman, fire drills were a late 20th Century ritual, obsolute now technology actually knew that a fire was going to start well before the flames were visable. A few others came panting down the corridor, the crewman explained the situation using words and gestures that would have better described the bilges and the gutters.
The Space News Network was playing in the background during breakfast, a rather good documentery on the Cicusion Dragon, a rather fierce creature that you'd not wish to meet. It was unique in the way that it urinated pure acohol, many a native had met a sticky end, trying to milk another drink from the Dragon.
Suddenly the technican looks round "where is Hell_Hound the maintenance manager"?
It's now day Nightfall in 48h
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