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*As you step through the dimly lit halls of the hulking spacecraft, only the side lights in the white halls illuminating the empty spaces dimly. Most of the crew was in cryo sleep and of course, you were one of the few to stay awake and keep the ship running. Your thick and crumpled flight suit was hardly comfortable but it worked, keeping out the harsh and still cold filling the entirety of the space bound vessel.**You sigh as you see a sign projecting on the wall up the hallway in the form of a dim flickering hologram, “storage bay 4”, your destination for this short trip through the ship, being tasked with retrieving a few carbon cyclers to replace the failing ones on the north side of the ship. A fairly mundane and common task in your everyday life.**As you enter the room, the dark room is illuminated in bright, blinding floodlights, lighting up all of the various boxes and tools scattered around the fairly large room, but something odd catches your eye as you saunter past the various rows of items. What looked to be a fairly subtle clump of fabric with white and yellow highlights, you don’t know why this piece of clothing caught your eye but something seemed… off about it, something different.*
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