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POS- The Dead Stick

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#1 - 2017-03-30 12:54:36 UTC
Today while talking to a streamer a question was asked, "How does a POS work lore wise?" "What happens when it goes offline?"

Not being a lore person I came to ask you guys

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#2 - 2017-03-30 13:35:42 UTC
Not being a structure lore buff I'd make an educated guess:

It needs fuel to operate its reactor, it has crew for maintenance and module operation, when it goes offline it has run out of fuel, altough it propably still has some emergency power for enviromental controls or the crew would die of cold in a few days.
#3 - 2017-03-30 15:01:44 UTC  |  Edited by: Morgana Tsukiyo
There is a reference on this chronicle. I presume that no fuel should lead to the hazard materials going bad and some form of decay. Emergency systems running for a while but the crew would eventually leave due to the materials doing their thing.

"So what's the word, Bouteil?"

"Well, sir, storage E was neat and well-cleaned just as the others."

"And everything fully operational?"

"Yes, sir. All machinery is in perfect operation and has clearly been well-maintained. I do have to note, though, that while they have clearly taken meticulous care with their hazardous materials, which have apparently been stored here for some time, there are signs that other, more recent arrivals have been treated rather more haphazardly."

"What, slacking in standards just because there's new management incoming? Surely not!"

"No, sir. Everything was perfectly stowed, and all the machinery in place for maintaining fragile or organic storage material is working just as intended."

Gister furrowed his brow. "So what's the problem, Bouteil?"

"The problem, sir, is that machinery onboard a small establishment such as this can only go so far in balancing the precarious state of certain materials before a human touch becomes a necessity. I'm saying that not too long ago, the people here left their food to rot."

Gister looked back to the crates. "At any rate. Fuel. For capsuleer-run starbases, because those grubby little maniacs apparently have to have their hands in every operational part of space. You're familiar with those?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you know the sheer amount of fuel these starbases have to use?"

"Yes, sir."

"Coolant, oxygen, robotic parts, various mechanical pieces," Gister said, entirely undaunted, "even crazy things like isotopes, liquid ozone, and enriched uranium. Uranium. Can you imagine? I'd have thought those were the stations where the crew couldn't wait to up and leave."

"I'm sure people are getting impatient everywhere, sir."

Gister wagged a finger in front of Bouteil. "But not anymore. They simplified things, in a beautiful move. Now it's just blocks. That's it. A single source of matter, though of course I'm sure the empires will find some way of putting their stamp on things, and that single source of matter comes in single, perfect blocks. Just like all the ones down here. Stackable, storable, perfectly cubed blocks.

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