Makai Dashiell
Mining Idiot
ABAFAR
Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : OPEN
A relative hot, dry desert wasteland wasn't where someone with aquatic genetics should be.
Abafar. Relatively insignificant to those who weren't in the mining industry. Sparsely populated for good reason, much of the local economy was based on the rhydonium extraction business. A dangerous and volatile fuel that had to be mined with care and precision. Handled in the same manner as well. Despite the risks and costs of such a fuel, it was still a commodity bought and sold. It burned better and longer, a small amount carrying a great deal of energy, as evidenced by anyone who had witnessed a rhydonium explosion before.
Yet here he was, underground in a jacket despite the heat above, inspecting one of his latest acquisitions. He had been on a bit of a buying spree when his daughter was born, on paternity leave on Joiol, using late night feedings to also bid and purchase mines to expand his empire. With the girl a little older, only now was he able to go out and step foot into his purchases.
All of which were rundown. Makai purposely bought failing mines or abandoned mines to recoup the savings. It was easier to retrofit and bring something up to standard than start fresh.
Hands in his pockets, he walked slowly in the tunnel as mining probe droids fanned out to collect data.
What came next was a result of a rogue probe droid taking a shot at a rodent and hitting a vein of rhydonium. The explosion was instant, rattling the mining shaft and causing anyone in their path to try to escape to refuge chambers and safety shelters built along the tunnels. Difficult to do when the tunnels themselves started to rain rocks and gravel....