Stalker & SteelQuasar
Stalker Stalker
SteelQuasar SteelQuasar
Stalker Stalker
You ever find yourself staring at an abandoned station drifting in orbit, like a silent ghost of a forgotten experiment?
SteelQuasar SteelQuasar
Yeah, once I was running a sweep of the outer belt and that station just floated there, all hull plates rusted, no crew logs left. I kept my head down, plotted a trajectory, then let the silence fill the cockpit. It was a quiet reminder that even the dead weight in space still has a story.
Stalker Stalker
It feels like you’re listening to the station’s heartbeat in the quiet. Those rusted plates are the only witnesses left to its past.
SteelQuasar SteelQuasar
The only rhythm is the slow spin of its hull, the way the rust flakes off when the solar wind brushes past. I just log the data and move on. The station doesn’t need a companion.
Stalker Stalker
I hear the spin like a low hum, a reminder that even empty wrecks keep a pulse. The rust whispers its own history, even if you’re just skimming the data.