NyreenFC

Who would have thought the sound of your own breathing could be so therapeutic.  Coupled with the lazily drifting view from outside one of Omega’s spires it could be a treatment for any stress.  At least thats what Nyreen thought as stood on the scuffed and dented surface of the pylon.  The crimson glow of the magellanic clouds made the industrial infrastructure of the station appear murky and foreboding.  In a sense it was a warning that should be heeded by all who entered the former mining station. Looking down at the uncooperative hatch at her feet Nyreen sighed and disengadged her mag boots.  She brought up her Omni and annotated t