unctional Transport Along the Rahmascheur: No Need for Panic, No Reason for Celebration
A space bear tests the 'Gromsloep' on the precarious edge of the Rahmascheur. Functional and practical, but hardly inspiring-though that’s precisely what one gets here.
As a dimensional bear, I’m rarely impressed-certainly not since the great Quantis Dust Blockade of stardate 3999.044. Yet this week I found myself relying on a standard Hala-Core shuttle: the 7-KB, locally dubbed the 'Gromsloep.' The vessel was docked just past the southeast grasp of the Rahmascheur, wedged between corroded screw-threads and a floating stack of generator debris.
The Gromsloep excels in frugality: the hull is just sturdy enough to endure the region’s relentless pressure waves and biting electrical dust, though don’t expect the interior to fare as well. Controls respond instantly-a valued feature when time itself regularly falters in the Rahmascheur. The seating, however, is an anatomical challenge, seemingly designed for beings of uncertain geometry. Ventilation functions, so long as you avoid recent passes by neutron splits, which otherwise leave everything reeking of burnt geologist fur.
A plus: its automatic distress beacons. In emergencies, the ship soothes passengers via built-in bear modules (I dismantled a few; the craft kept going). Visibility is limited; drifting banners and vacuum fog obstruct navigation, yet the glowing drones reliably point routes to exits if you heed their swarm signals.
For those needing swift, tolerable passage across the Rahmascheur in recent stardates, this vessel delivers as promised. Expect nothing more than basic functionality-the standard here.