Soon, under Lucia's lead, they arrived at a place that looked nothing like the orderly structures in the central part of the camp. It was a wide, open area resembling a makeshift garage, filled with scattered tools, broken machinery, and the remains of damaged Star Shuttles.
Some of the shuttles were completely wrecked, their hulls torn apart as if they had barely survived whatever horrors Orion had thrown at them. Others were being repaired by a few individuals working quietly in the corners, their focus entirely on restoring functionality to vessels that would soon return to the skies of this dangerous planet.
The air here felt different.
It was heavier.
Not just because of Orion's pressure, but because of the kind of people gathered in this place.
