"Guess that's better than no access at all," Jim muses, crossing his arms over his chest and walking the perimeter of the room. "Bet this place worked pretty well went it was alive and not a hunk of junk in some unknown part of the galaxy."

That still twigged Jim out a bit, that they were just hanging there, unprotected. It was an invitation for unsavory types to find them and shoot them out of orbit.

"Most space stations don't just get built for no reason," he wonders aloud, "so I still wonder what the reason for this one was. My guess is something to do with the planet but that's apparently a dead zone too."