Station Maintenance Crew

The station's maintenance crew moves with purpose under relentless assault, their movements dictated by the dying shields and groaning hull. Clad in durable uniforms, they work in pairs, bolting steel plates across the airlock entrance as tremors jolt the station. Their hands betray fatigue—grips slip on rivets, faces grimace under flickering light—but they persist until the bolts yield. Each finished barricade buys seconds, not salvation; their work is mechanical, precise, and doomed.