The name that turns a strike into something Coal Co hired mercenaries to break.
A CME alarm, a cellar under Hab D, and the water stacked over your head while 100 MeV protons arrive.
Seventy-one years old, every class of vehicle, and the commander who told Nils the reprimand no longer applied.
Nils’s friend in the corner of the bar — haggard, heading for Tycho, and tired of hearing himself turned into Morgan.
Conrad Station’s crawler docks began as three airlocks. Then ten. Then forty. The row is still growing.