|Another routine day of drudgery aboard the Stellar Patrol Ship Feinstein. This
morning's assignment for a certain lowly Ensign Seventh Class: scrubbing the filthy metal
deck at the port end of Level Nine. With your Patrol-issue self-contained multi-purpose
all-weather scrub brush you shine the floor with a diligence born of the knowledge that at
any moment dreaded Ensign First Class Blather, the bane of your shipboard existence, could
This is a featureless corridor similar to every other corridor on the ship. It curves away to starboard, and a gangway leads up. To port is the entrance to one of the ship's primary escape pods. The pod bulkhead is closed.
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