Aris wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. The station’s environmental controls were already struggling to compensate for the external temperature spikes. He pulled up the personnel roster. If they were going to survive this shift, he needed a team that could think outside the rigid protocols of the training manuals.
Aris grabbed a plasma torch from the tool wall and moved toward the lift. The metal grate under his boots felt hotter than it had an hour ago. When he reached the sub-level, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and heated iron. Maya was straining against a massive iron wheel, her boots slipping on the slick floor. [S3E1] Adapting To Change
Aris looked down at his scorched gloves. He knew she was right. The old manuals were dead weight now. Survival on Colony 7 wasn’t going to be about forcing the environment to fit their plan anymore. It was going to be about how fast they could rewrite the plan. Aris wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead