The scout is a young go-getter from another local with big dreams. His dad was a miner, his granddad was a miner, and he's torn between wanting to prove himself in the family trade and wanting to follow his real passion as an artist. The frustration leads to him taking unecessary risks at work, vaulting across cave ceilings because that thrill is the only outlet he has.
The driller's a simple man. He does it job and does it well, and is satisfied with the life that his job lets him live: good pay, great beer, lots of vacation time and a company pension. He has a wife and teenage child out there somewhere and he loves them dearly, but honestly he's not too shaken up when long jobs keep him away from home for a few weeks at a time.
The engineer is a jaded grad student who used to want to work on scientific expeditions before his financial aid dried up and he ran out of grant funds. He keeps telling himself he's only doing this for a couple years so he can save up money to finish his doctorate, but he's a creature of habit at heart. The job's steady and he enjoys it sometimes, despite himself, and if he just ends up staying there 30 years - well, there are worse fates to suffer.
The gunner's seen it all and he wants you to know about it. Nothing scares him; so much as makes him twitch. Giant alien spider swarm? Bah, quit whining, that's just Tuesday. But sometimes, when he's in the thick of it, he can't help but think that maybe this is the day. The day his trigger finger was slow, his chamber jammed at just the wrong moment, the cave floor collapsed under him. He feels the fear, and he hates himself for it. He's the gunner. He is his team's anchor. He cannot show fear. He will not show fear.
Not with that attitude.
The scout is a young go-getter from another local with big dreams. His dad was a miner, his granddad was a miner, and he's torn between wanting to prove himself in the family trade and wanting to follow his real passion as an artist. The frustration leads to him taking unecessary risks at work, vaulting across cave ceilings because that thrill is the only outlet he has.
The driller's a simple man. He does it job and does it well, and is satisfied with the life that his job lets him live: good pay, great beer, lots of vacation time and a company pension. He has a wife and teenage child out there somewhere and he loves them dearly, but honestly he's not too shaken up when long jobs keep him away from home for a few weeks at a time.
The engineer is a jaded grad student who used to want to work on scientific expeditions before his financial aid dried up and he ran out of grant funds. He keeps telling himself he's only doing this for a couple years so he can save up money to finish his doctorate, but he's a creature of habit at heart. The job's steady and he enjoys it sometimes, despite himself, and if he just ends up staying there 30 years - well, there are worse fates to suffer.
The gunner's seen it all and he wants you to know about it. Nothing scares him; so much as makes him twitch. Giant alien spider swarm? Bah, quit whining, that's just Tuesday. But sometimes, when he's in the thick of it, he can't help but think that maybe this is the day. The day his trigger finger was slow, his chamber jammed at just the wrong moment, the cave floor collapsed under him. He feels the fear, and he hates himself for it. He's the gunner. He is his team's anchor. He cannot show fear. He will not show fear.
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