"In here!"
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The resistance base was dark, damp, and dirty. The hallways were cramped, sleeping quarters small, and hangars makeshift. Lit with dim electric bulbs, guided by glowing painted white lines, and built by iron beams supporting dug-out cave routes.
Fadran hadn't exactly expected anything more of this place--heck, he'd been here before--but it was always just as awesome as ever.