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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2013 9:47:31 GMT -5
Here is where you'll be stuck if you are one of the unlucky ones. The temperatures here are soaring, and it's not uncommon to blister your hands just from touching a piece of equipment. Of course, gloves and other protective gear are provided for you to wear; can't have you dying off now, can we?
It is not uncommon for trolls who work here to have slightly more accommodating quarters; these lowblooded scum are vital to the endurance of this space station. They must be treated decently once they leave. |
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Post by Moike on Jul 10, 2015 21:50:55 GMT -5
Working. So much....working. The Rustblood continues his daily routine of lugging around metal toward the large machinery. The Heat beating down upon them from all sides, showing no signal of cooling down. His sweat drops down and even looks like its boiling as it hits the ground.  They Troll in question is 10 Sweeps, very new to the life on the Hub however doesn't seem to mind the heat or even the pain anymore. His eyes are filled with his obvious blood color being a dark Burgundy, it seems to have faint strays of a brighter red from once before, but the work put into the work of the Fleet has really beaten that out of him. His usual formal wear required is now turned into makeshift worksman attire, though its uncomfortable, it's better than wearing it normally and just looking like an Idiot. He is known around the Level as the Troll with an Iron Body. Not for strength but rather Endurance. Not much, but it's something. Maybe one day he can be transferred to be a Soldier or even just be an Assistant rather than be stuck down in the Manufacturing. It's not looking good. |
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