Wo-hoah! BIG

The sign of a successful transgression is two fabled words always spoken in surprise.

HELP MAINT

The words that never get to elaborate the location further~

'HELP MAINT' and its counterpart 'HELP I'M IN SPACE'

Sometimes the space can be cold and desolate, sometimes hot and tight~

The dimly lit tunnels of maintenance are filled with an assortment items stuffed away in all corners, their stories has mundane as being broken trash all the way to treasures tucked away from judgmental eyes. Each scrap of junk, each box of goodies, and every tool had a journey to this filthy labyrinth of rust and grating, and that includes your sodden jumpsuit whose final interaction upon it was a cessation of its suit sensor tracking. The one whom ejected it cares little for it after its ability to snitch is gone, and you yourself find it difficult to speak about when naught but a pleasant borbling swell.