The station's generators were still running, but barely.
DC-227-PRSPN had been abandoned for almost two centuries, but the emergency lights along the base of the walls were still flickering. Lifesupport was down, though. There was just enough room for Jr. to maneuver his AGWS around so he could get a better look at what he'd spotted.
Almost abandoned. There was recent scuffing on the deckplates, and his scanners detected signs that munitions had been stored nearby. It was disheartening: people had lived there, and now it was being used as a weapons depot.
The place should belong to its ghosts.
