Hum

The hum of the force field could be heard throughout the station no matter where you were within it, a constant reminder to the inhabitants of the tower that they were in a place that was not friendly in nature, with sleepers just around the corner or perhaps a roving band of capsuleers intent on nothing more than to cause havoc on others.

The sound could have likely been avoided with the purchase of something less "industrial" as he had put it the other day, but Kiruss felt some kind of charm was held in the designs of the Minmatar. Something about putting together a large, important, and costly structure with the minimum parts and no thought on aesthetic appeal and then throwing it into space hoping it stayed together, that took some real balls.

Kiruss Dasun stood in front of a large window, arms crossed in silent thought. Nothing could be seen through the window and in fact even past the force fields protective bubble except the moon that the structure itself was anchored to.

"Still mad 'bout ya Sansha-boy bein' shot up by our gun guys, eh?" a woman chimed behind Kiruss, interrupting his thought and causing him to jump a little bit. So caught up that he hadn't heard her boots clanking through the metal halls, she was right though, she was always right about what Kiruss was thinking.

"No, Allyna," he began a sorry attempt at keeping face, "I was just mulling over how we're going to logistically get the rest of our crew in. You know that new Robspierre isn't as sharp a scanner as you are." He turned away from the window to face her, not surprised that she was looking as tom-boyish as ever in a set of coveralls she likely swindled from a mechanic who left their locker open.

She shrugged, "S'why you pay me. We'll get 'em in, they might not be able to leave s'all." She snorted and continued, clearly enjoying herself, "At least not without chummin' up to me a little. Then maybe I'll see 'bout givin' 'em a hand."

Kiruss turned back to the window, refolding his arms tightly as Allyna steps in beside him, hands dug into the many pockets of the coveralls.

"Ya no fun anymore, y'know tha'?"