PsychoGrey

Vore warning in this one, and some mild language On a desolate rock of a moon, a group of scientists worked to return to their temporary shelter. It was a rather large, metal construct, mostly made up of wide, long hallways for easier transport of subjects and materials, with two levels. The first level was the research labs, and storage, along with the power cell rooms for their carts and the reactor to power all of the base. The second floor was living quarters, a space for eating, and a station to monitor the oxygen for the entire facility. It wasn’t the most cozy outfit, but it was better than having to take the chance out on the moon’s surface. As they funneled back inside, each of them had to submit a card to scan at the door. For security purposes, it was agreed that this would be the best way to make sure that something else on the moon’s surface hadn’t tried to sneak its way into the base, so the doors wouldn’t open for anyone without the proper ID. So far, they hadn’t