The moon that housed Eric’s Lab was so small it didn’t even warrant a name, just an identification code.
MD-892-A.
“Charming place, huh?” Sparky asked, his voice loud in her ear as they exited the shuttle airlock. She winced and nudged the volume down with the rocker button near her jaw. The suits they wore… “borrowed” from the Sprite just like the shuttle… might have been designed by and for an alien species, but they were so intuitive to use, she might as well have been in her Scorperio unit. Well, apart from the lack of bloody big guns.
SpriteScorperio “Scientists. They don’t care much for views. Or anything apart from their work,” she commented, her rifle held loosely as they jogged lightly over the surface of the moon toward the lab. The gravity was a fraction of Earth normal, but
