Gabe619
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Station Gamma 12, or The Wreck' as it was affectionately known by it's occupants, hung in deep space between solar systems. Owned by the United States Colonial Marine Corp it was over fifty years old and near a time when it would be decommissioned as Earth's stellar influence pushed ever outwards. Originally a supply depot on the edge of explored space, used for R&R and resupply by passing Marine units, it was now more of a training base for female Marines going through their first experience of deep space and also a communications hub for traffic coming back from the new border areas of space heading into the interior and mother Earth. As it's need dwindled it became harder and harder for the CO's of the station to get parts and people to maintain the station forcing more and more areas to be sealed off as dangerous for human occupation. This wasn't a problem so much though as less and less of the station was needed now. Entire warehouses and housing area's were sealed and powered down to minimum life support leaving only a few decks now serviceable for human habitation.
Currently The Wreck was under the command of Captain Lizzie Reynolds, a forty something career Marine who had seen her time on the front lines but after a misunderstanding with a superior officer which ended with him having a broken nose she had been sidetracked and assigned to the station. Her small command crew, mostly women, worked out of the Bridge of the station trying to keep the damn thing in one piece while the Marines assigned for training lived out of the bunkhouses on the deck below. They had a meagre medical staff consisting off a Chief Medical Officer, Amanda Gregory, and three nurses, plus a small engineering staff and even smaller security unit. When not occupied for training use the station felt empty and lonely to its full time residents and even creepy, but it was home.
Right now a small unit of Marines were on station going through zero G manoeuvres and gunnery training. Six female Marines, five PFC's and one Staff Sergeant. When not hanging out in the bunk room, showers or the on station bar area they would be found on the gunnery range or in space.
Unknown to any of the people on board The Wreck other, currently unknown, visitors had also been brought aboard during the last supply run. As no one really watched the cargo handlers over much it had been easy for some of them to move a cargo pallet from the main storage area and into the more abandoned areas of the base. Once done the men had left, quickly, boarded their shuttle and left the station reporting to their superiors that the cargo had been delivered as requested. Elsewhere in space, but close by the station, computers came to life and cameras hidden around The Wreck and unknown to the command staff of the station flared to life showing corridors, rooms and every conceivable area used by humans.
Currently The Wreck was under the command of Captain Lizzie Reynolds, a forty something career Marine who had seen her time on the front lines but after a misunderstanding with a superior officer which ended with him having a broken nose she had been sidetracked and assigned to the station. Her small command crew, mostly women, worked out of the Bridge of the station trying to keep the damn thing in one piece while the Marines assigned for training lived out of the bunkhouses on the deck below. They had a meagre medical staff consisting off a Chief Medical Officer, Amanda Gregory, and three nurses, plus a small engineering staff and even smaller security unit. When not occupied for training use the station felt empty and lonely to its full time residents and even creepy, but it was home.
Right now a small unit of Marines were on station going through zero G manoeuvres and gunnery training. Six female Marines, five PFC's and one Staff Sergeant. When not hanging out in the bunk room, showers or the on station bar area they would be found on the gunnery range or in space.
Unknown to any of the people on board The Wreck other, currently unknown, visitors had also been brought aboard during the last supply run. As no one really watched the cargo handlers over much it had been easy for some of them to move a cargo pallet from the main storage area and into the more abandoned areas of the base. Once done the men had left, quickly, boarded their shuttle and left the station reporting to their superiors that the cargo had been delivered as requested. Elsewhere in space, but close by the station, computers came to life and cameras hidden around The Wreck and unknown to the command staff of the station flared to life showing corridors, rooms and every conceivable area used by humans.