As the harsh daytime sun sets and the moons begin to rise, the hardy organisms clinging to life on the dunes and rocky outcroppings of a sand-blasted, sparsely-inhabited fringe world awaken into activity. Sessile plant-creatures anchored to the rocks spread out their feeding tendrils whilst a small lizard-like creature, its tail superficially resembling its head as a means to fool would-be predators, regards a techno-organic tunneling construct - part-grown, part-built - with intrigue.
In the distance, a lone Alectan mechanic is hard at work, repairing an old atmospheric processing unit in an isolated outpost. This is hardly one of her usual haunts, but out here, sometimes odd jobs take you to very unusual places…