The air in the airlock cycled with a metallic hiss, a sound that usually meant safety. But for Alex and Rez, "safety" was a relative term on the frozen surface of Europa.
"Don't open the door!" Rez commanded, his avatar sprinting toward the external manual shut-off. "The pressure differential will rip the suit right off you. I’m venting the room to the vacuum." Stationeers РїРѕ сети
Alex lugged the heavy crates of iron and coal toward the furnace room. The base was a chaotic web of insulated pipes—green for oxygen, red for volatiles, and yellow for the waste gases they were desperately trying to scrub. "We’ve got a blowout!" Alex yelled suddenly. The air in the airlock cycled with a
