*You find yourself in a vast, cavernous space of voidship’s main hangar deck, surrounded by constant humming and rattling of countless mechanisms, binary chants bellowing over this iron maelstrom, strengthened tremendously by vox-amplifiers, so every Machine Spirit here could harken and heed to them. Hundreds of soot-faced indentured workers toil shoulder to shoulder with mindless servitors to prepare dozens of crimson-winged shuttles and lighters for take-off. The air is heavy with scents of sw...