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The metals that make up the asteroid shine and shimmer in the pale emergency lighting of the mining tunnel that the disparate travellers found themselves thoroughly trapped within. Far from the untapped potential that many scavengers had foolishly believed the asteroid to have been in the past, the tunnels that the asteroid was riddled with were only partially natural.
Walkways had been constructed in the distant past, their rusted and broken forms stretching as far as the eye could see in any of the myriad of directions. Although they may not have entered together, the travellers searching the asteroid would find themselves approaching the same destination, a junction of many different pathways through the rock and metal ores.
Dirty grey metal paths under their feet would groan underfoot as they would approach the junction. At the centre of the junction was another metal construction, made of the same old and browned material as the wrecked pathways. It was a worker's station, equipped with small tables, lockers and some mining equipment still hung up.
Age clung to every surface like a physical presence that weighed everything down.
Upon the small table sat something far newer; a tablet with a dimly blinking green notification light.
From the junction the asteroid's paths branched off into several different directions, some of them clearly branching but joining back up slightly further along the line. No, the directions on the horizontal plane were less important than the vertical ones; all of the pathways either sloped downward or upward. Both style of tunnel stretched on beyond what could be seen in the distance with those same worn and decaying metal walkways lining the way.
@Apollyon @The Good Doctor @Charles @Logan