As the crew sat right back they lived tale of a fateful trip. The weather started getting rough, The roundabout was tossed. If not for the courage of NE Flysalot, The ship would’ve been lost.

When the roundabout touched down and the crew disembarked they were struck with how cold and ultimately desolate the place was. Few land markers indicated they were even at the station, but there were three bunker doors, one to the north which was likely the shaft head. One to the west that was likely the “panic room” and then one attached to a slightly raised ring which was likely the hab.

On top of the shaft building sat a large communication array and other sensors and antennas.

GM Wombat