Flexxon Mobil / FXX

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“Wellp, this here’s our fourth day scouting this here ice cave on Lyria. Me ‘n Wayland been prospectin’ down here lookin’ for some of those buried q-rocks. Let me tell ya, it’s a little eerie down here. Got yourself enough atmo to breathe, but still so cold it’ll freeze the fuel in your lines before you even blink. Definitely no critters or nothin, so at least we don’t have to worry about that.”
Sounds of breathing heavily, grunts, guttural untranslatable invective for 5.7 minutes.
“We came down here in a couple of Nomads, and I brought me the new Quant-Monster 3000. This lil’ sucker’ll sniff out a 45% quant rock at 5 klicks in open field. Hope it does alright down here in the caves. Took me three solid months to save up for, better earn its keep quick.”
Loud squealing noise heard, toning into a high-pitched whine.
“Whoa, hey Wayland, this here’s got a hot lil rock! Gotta be a 50 tonner!”
Sounds of feet on snow for 3.2 minutes. More heavy breathing. Whine increases in frequency and amplitude, then switches to an atonal beeping.
“Well holy shit Wayland. This thing is way more than a 50 tonner. It’s gotta be a 500.”
Rustling noise, followed by tapping of metal on rock.
“Pure too. Look at that bright orange. I think we’re rich boy! Gotta get this thing out somehow. Let me set this here beacon and we’ll get the Prospector to cut our way in. Alright, Wayland, so we follow the flares back outta here right? What? What do you mean you didn’t set the flares? Aw hell.”
Recording found on remains of Remains of Flexxon employee 330922 and 855004 – Lyria cave #463208.

—Brominated, Lore Master