B-107: Loyalists’ Rock
“We get a bulk hauler here on a regular schedule but it’s always more interesting when a smaller ship comes in, they’re always doing something a bit different. Like you – fly in, pick up a package, fly out.”
The cart comes to a set of double doors that open and close and open and close for it. Beyond, the travelway continues, but Lia is now in a space that resembles a gigantic warehouse, the roof feeling quite low for the size of the floorspace. On either side, stretching rows and rows deep are racks and tanks and floor planters full of greenery, all fed by tubes and leads arrayed on a latticework of scaffolding and roof-borne trusses. Organic smells mixed with chemicals permeate this area, and a network of ducts and vents blows warm air through the area.
“So this is our hydroponics facility. As I understand it, we’re pretty self-sufficient for food here and it’s mostly fresh. We eat pretty well as a rule.”
The cart crosses an intersection.
“Down there is the livestock pens, big goat population here but we also have a piggery and a chicken farm and lots of fish.
“We even stock our little lake in the community building with fish. You like fishing?”
“Fishing? How does that work?”