| Hash | Name | Description |
| 3592158071 | Spacewalk Grasps | Seventeen days since arrival. Karrho is busy all the time talking to the Vandals and Marauders too big to even look at Yaraskis. They're working together to build an Ether refinery, using old human blueprints from the station. He rarely has time for Yara… |
| 2436714433 | Spacewalk Vest | Twenty-three days since arrival. The Ether generator is taking shape, a big ringed shell set a safe distance from the hull, cradled in wiring. Their crew's three spinners are busy all the time making more cabling. Except somehow it's too quiet. The old… |
| 3219219484 | Spacewalk Cloak | Time is suspended. All that remains is the appointed task. The spinners craft towropes, powerlines, and all-purpose cable, hour after hour without rest. The White Captain moves among them with her many limbs. She feels what they feel, knows what the… |
| 283230886 | Spacewalk Cowl | Six days since arrival. Metal groans. Power lines hum. Things skitter in the pipes. Yaraskis picks her way through rubble with a double armload of scrap. She's finally growing out of Drekh scale, lower arms regrown all the way down to her talons, but s… |
| 1105725465 | Spacewalk Strides | Thirty-nine days since arrival. Ketches and warrens are creaky things. Cables groan, steps squeak, hammocks rustle. Ether-bright eyes should glow and blink in the comfortable dark. Yaraskis had expected they would fill up the station, all of them, with… |
| 1808327005 | Spacewalk Gauntlets | Seventeen days since arrival. Karrho is busy all the time talking to the Vandals and Marauders too big to even look at Yaraskis. They're working together to build an Ether refinery, using old human blueprints from the station. He rarely has time for Yara… |
| 1615763427 | Spacewalk Plate | Twenty-three days since arrival. The Ether generator is taking shape, a big ringed shell set a safe distance from the hull, cradled in wiring. Their crew's three spinners are busy all the time making more cabling. Except somehow it's too quiet. The old… |
| 514586330 | Spacewalk Mark | Time is suspended. All that remains is the appointed task. The spinners craft towropes, powerlines, and all-purpose cable, hour after hour without rest. The White Captain moves among them, her many limbs. She feels what they feel, knows what they kn… |
| 2244013188 | Spacewalk Helm | Six days since arrival. Metal groans. Power lines hum. Things skitter in the pipes. Yaraskis picks her way through rubble with a double armload of scrap. She's finally growing out of Drekh scale, lower arms regrown all the way down to her talons, but s… |
| 4132376063 | Spacewalk Greaves | Thirty-nine days since arrival. Ketches and warrens are creaky things. Cables groan, steps squeak, hammocks rustle. Ether-bright eyes should glow and blink in the comfortable dark. Yaraskis had expected they would fill up the station, all of them, with… |
| 3234613634 | Spacewalk Gloves | Seventeen days since arrival. Karrho is busy all the time talking to the Vandals and Marauders too big to even look at Yaraskis. They're working together to build an Ether refinery, using old human blueprints from the station. He rarely has time for Yara… |
| 4190676582 | Spacewalk Robes | Twenty-three days since arrival. The Ether generator is taking shape, a big ringed shell set a safe distance from the hull, cradled in wiring. Their crew's three spinners are busy all the time making more cabling. Except somehow it's too quiet. The old… |
| 213803727 | Spacewalk Bond | Time is suspended. All that remains is the appointed task. The spinners craft towropes, powerlines, and all-purpose cable, hour after hour without rest. The White Captain moves among them with her many limbs. She feels what they feel, knows what the… |
| 1446639859 | Spacewalk Cover | Six days since arrival. Metal groans. Power lines hum. Things skitter in the pipes. Yaraskis picks her way through rubble with a double armload of scrap. She's finally growing out of Drekh scale, lower arms regrown all the way down to her talons, but s… |
| 1025368892 | Spacewalk Boots | Thirty-nine days since arrival. Ketches and warrens are creaky things. Cables groan, steps squeak, hammocks rustle. Ether-bright eyes should glow and blink in the comfortable dark. Yaraskis had expected they would fill up the station, all of them, with… |
| 3031600404 | VS Tech Sledge | Leaning over on his sledge, István smacks the airlock button. Through the airlock speaker, the station says, "Lock-out procedure initialized. Remember to double-check your personal oxygen supply!" István gives a little get-on-with-it motion with a hand… |
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