Coke Machine

Every truck stop needs a coke machine.

What a way to die — coated in sticky effluent, upside-down in a disused access tube, lost forever in a drifting, abandoned, bankrupt trader ship.

Skip-ship engineer Marichka's busy with a fire, a faulty Ancient-tech component, and now the etheric cabling's sprung a leak.

Could everyone just shut up already?