Bite the Stars [Stray Cat Strut X Warhammer 40K]

Noosphere Interlude Two

Alexis grunted as she lowered the case down, and all of the tools and bits of scrap within clattered about with the familiar clanking of metal on metal.

She stood, hands going to the small of her back, only it didn't truly hurt. There was some discomfort in her spine, sure, but that was mostly because she'd forgotten that lifting with her legs was important.

K84-321 dropped two big boxes down next to hers. Both of them weighed as much as she did, but he had carried them all the way here without any trouble at all. The advantage of being a great big lug of a guy.

Alexis gave him a thankful smile, then looked about the room.

Her room.

Well, rooms, really? The space that Clarice had given her was technically on the upper decks. One deck above the Medicae facilities, actually. It was also only a short elevator ride from the Lord Captain's quarters, which was saying something.

Otherwise, though, the space wasn't all that special. A small quarters, with a sink and toilet and a tiny shower, then space for a fold-out bed and a desk. That room had a door leading into the space she was in now. It was a strange cross between a workshop and a living room. There was an old metal desk with two chairs and space for more, and a row of hip-high benches along the walls, with clamps and spaces for tools.

All of her gear, laid out in this space, wouldn't take up even a tenth of it. It was as large as Ash-Theta's personal workspace in the Servitorium.

Other than a few burnt-out lumens, and the pervasive stench of old air, this place was perfect. She... almost didn't feel like she deserved any of this.

Then again, maybe this was just a consequence of growth?

Alexis walked around the room, feeling it out while taking small, clinking steps along the deckplates.

She'd repaint. She never liked the dull greys and blacks that every wall was painted in. They didn't need to be in vibrant colours or anything, but a nice warm grey, with maybe some Martian red wouldn't hurt, and if ever there was a time to paint, it was now, before all of her things were moved in.

That would mean putting in a request to the local maintenance team.

Grunting, Alexis moved over to one of the benches and hopped up onto it.

Soon enough, the request was sent... and then she very naturally found herself on the local Noosphere, where she knew she'd be losing a few hours just reading through whatever gossip was posted.