Cargo hold
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The empty cryo chamber had been creepy and imposing, but perhaps Micaela had been too out of sorts to truly appreciate it. That wasn't the case now, and the cargo hold was perhaps even more overwhelming. It wasn't that she hadn't been anywhere on this scale, she had worked a few pit mining jobs in the past, it was that the place was so empty. She didn't know she could feel like a place could and would swallow her.
At the entrance she pulled a data pad off of the wall, input her credentials, and let it lead her to her storage unit. Thankfully, personal storage was sectioned off into smaller, less imposing spaces, but it was no less lonely. Once she had it open she took stock of what it contained, if just to give her a sense of normality.
Some of her clothing from home; a few days worth. Transportation was more expensive than fabrication, so most of what she needed would be made here. But everyone was provided a little allowance.
A custom laptop with linked tablet, ear piece, heads up display and glove interface. The system came with a bunch of custom software and was Micaela's rig of choice when operating a drone.
And the rest was mostly mementos. A geode from one of her mining operations, some jewelry from her mother, a newspaper clipping with the obituary of her younger sister, a souvenir hat from the 2026 Peru/Colombia/Ecuador World Cup with the Argentinian team logo on it, a vial of primordial ice from Antarctica that was now primordial water, and so on. She marveled a bit at how little was truly important to her. Between how much of her life she could digitize and put on her laptop and what the Marco Polo would be providing for her, there just wasn't much left.
Still confident that she was absolutely alone, she began stripping out of the jumpsuit and the underwear beneath. The jumpsuit was stiff and unwieldy, and even if she was frozen she had been wearing that underwear for more than a century. Over the fresh underwear she pulled on black leggings, a long white shirt, a shorter forest green top and well worn but still solid hiking boots. Then she ran her fingers through her hair a few times before setting it back into a ponytail.
Feeling better than she had since waking, she took a seat on the floor, powered up her laptop and checked to see if she had a reply from Staff Sergeant Blake Germaine.