Panazon Chronicles

     Kona, carrying her assault rifle, and with her side armed holstered on her vest, brought up the rear. They entered a cavernous cargo bay, a desolate expanse of discarded mining equipment and rubble, remnants of a bygone era. They went about making sure the bay was cleared.  Proceeding towards the outpost, a monolithic structure with a single, imposing airlock—a large, steel behemoth of a door—Kona swiftly moved to the head of the formation as her teammates established a perimeter. With practiced ease, she bypassed the lock's security protocols using a digital lock-pick. A hiss of compressed air announced the outer door's opening, and Kona, her rifle held at the ready, entered the inky blackness within.