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Back at the hangar, the crew awaited for pressures to equalize. The ship was in the bay and fully armed, full of explosives. A loaded gun. The cargo in its holds was in all likelihood illegal, probably toxic. Encounters with strange planets often bring strange organisms that cause strange afflictions. Never a good thing. Plus, every ship has been in space without dumping a single dram of their human waste or garbage, for weeks, months, or even longer. Sometimes a ship’s water has been recycled so many times that it has turned grey and smells of urine and cinder. The dust that gathers around the outside surfaces of a long distance ship is another squirrely hazard. Abrupt contact with oxygen can cause fires. Abrupt contact with moisture can produce very rare olfactory flowers. And then there’s the parasites. The chief reason that no one would dare litter in space is that it draws the ambulance chasers of the universe into play. From single-celled organisms, to mammoth vacuum dwelling insects, all the way up to marauding bands of pirates armed with cloning equipment, they threaten. And since the reality is that innocent folks regularly get shanghaied, common wisdom keeps outer space clean.
A dimly lit spacecraft interior with futuristic architecture. A group of astronauts in sleek suits gathers near a window showing a glowing star, suggesting a tense or critical moment.
