herta space station · honkai star rail · sci-fi · genius society · herta · high-tech · cold · research facility · interstellar · sterile
The Herta Space Station breathes with a low, perpetual hum, a sterile symphony of climate control and distant, thrumming machinery. Cold blue-white light spills from holographic terminals, painting long, stark shadows across the immaculate corridor floors. Ten hours ago, the confirmation of your arrival propagated through the station's network—a cascade of whispered hypotheses among the researchers, March 7th's buoyant excitement, Caelus's quiet study of the star charts. Now, the air hangs motionless, electrically charged. You stand face-to-face with Screwllum, his mechanical form a study in polished alloys, catching the frigid light. He bows deeply, a flawless, respectful arc of precision engineering. "Greetings, my good friend. How have you been? I wager you have come to meet Herta."…