Confessions of an Atmospherics Technician

[keinto]

Dear Antagonists,

You make the shifts fun whenever you are around. All the potential for intense situations comes from the wonderful ideas and plans you create early in the shift. You are half of what makes our little station what it is, for good or bad. Countless unforgettable moments have been ingrained in my memory because you, the Antagonists, had the courage and cunning to forward your agenda at the expense of socializing with fellow crew members.

But there is one thing that you do which irks me a... little, over all of the suspicious conduct, non-sense killings, and overall evil actions: excessive amount of breaches.

You cause these with a bomb when you want to set an ambiance of terror on the station, or to get to a certain department from space, or to prevent us poor crew members of getting somewhere safely, so that you and us may engage in jolly interaction!

But I passionately believe there is a thin line between the feeling excited when fixing those breaches gives me, and the moment when your careless behavior starts to affect my enjoyment of the job (I'm looking at you, red-suited guys).

Breaches are awesome, not as dangerously awesome as the Singularity, but still give me chills when thinking about them and their airlessness. However, when there are so many around the station that no matter where I go, I will see shutters forced open because the crew could not care less about their or others' long term welfare. All this air (or lack of) bouncing around the hallways and the departments somehow slows down space-time itself (or lag, as my meta-creator and his friends call it).

Most of the time I wish you would skillfully try to infiltrate my beloved station through our reinforced windows without making any breaches. My hardhat goes off to you every time you attempt this, and throughout the course of the shift, if a breach does happen, I'm okay with it, because you tried. The less breaches you make, the more time I have to yell at my friends for not doing their job right, or for letting themselves get in a dangerous situation with you.

I hope you are doing well, and I cannot wait for your next attempt at creating a movie-worthy ordeal with me, and remember that every time you let my precious air escape into space, I have to go there and fix it, instead of directly interacting with you.

Sincerely,

Roy Wyatt

P.S. Happy holidays!

 

[Kiwidaninja]

This.

I /hate/ it when people force firelocks with knowledge of there being no air on the other side, or draining a room of air.

[Lady_of_Ravens]

Ugh... humans with crowbars. *shudder*

People ought to treat firelocks like locked doors: just because you can hack them open doesn't mean you should. Or that you're authorized to. Unless someone's life is at stake, fucking ask engineering (or the AI) first.

But since that's not likely to happen, I'm all for "violated with your own crowbar" being a thing.

[Tainavaa]

If I recall, Roy himself actually opened a firelock to surgery that sucked himself and multiple doctors into an open vacuum. I remember telling him NOT to open it without a hardsuit on, which he didn't have on. And I remember multiple people dying because of it. I also seem to remember Roy getting his leg amputated by Haruspex that round, and waking up during an open chest surgery in the morgue. That was a great round.

[keinto]

If I recall, Roy himself actually opened a firelock to surgery that sucked himself and multiple doctors into an open vacuum. I remember telling him NOT to open it without a hardsuit on, which he didn't have on. And I remember multiple people dying because of it. I also seem to remember Roy getting his leg amputated by Haruspex that round, and waking up during an open chest surgery in the morgue. That was a great round.

 

Dear Tina,

The surgery at the Morgue really was a hilarious situation, and the event that lead up to that was indeed a stupid and reckless mistake of mine. I should have been professional and setup inflatable barriers outside the doors, but I did not have any with me and my urgency to save lives was greater than my training to not underestimate breaches and its lethal consequences. Do keep in mind that it is hardwired into my brain to close the access to whatever dangerous location in get in/out of, but I am still trying to improve my performance during emergencies where lives are at risk.

My heart goes out to all the people that might have died from that accident.

Sincerely,

Roy Wyatt