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While they had touched up some parts of the station's blueprint, mainly by the necessity of replacing the generators with something they could actually fuel, the design had been left as is. Beyond the main control room and a few others which they had reserved specifically for one department or another, a vast majority of them were unused and up for the taking.
With the exception of the twins who predictably decided to share one, each of their engineers now had an office where they could work on their personal projects in peace. They also had a giant room repurposed as a common laboratory where they could work on their more hazardous or larger projects.
Another of the large rooms had been turned into a damn jungle by Neville and Anthony. Where Harry had expected to see a row of greenhouses, he found instead that the room had been divided into several open floors housing a wide variety of ecosystems. A small adjacent room had also been requisitioned to grow rare plants that only flourished in complete darkness or something like that. He shuddered at the memory of the devil's snare crawling its way around his ankle when he visited the room and took note to ask Neville to be careful with what he brought on board.
Ron had a field day when Seamus introduced him to some of his comic books and particular episodes of Star Trek. When he came around for his first combat training session on the station, Harry had expected the room to be filled with training dummies, a duelling platform, or maybe even an arena. Instead, he had discovered a recreation of Diagon Alley being blown up by Ginny's spells as Luna brought up the pavement in front of her to form a shield. Since then, Ron had used the conjurator's capabilities to build as many different battlegrounds as he could think of, be they a muggle street during a storm, the Ministry's atrium or Hogwarts hallways, before disintegrating them into raw materials at the end of the sessions. But no matter the decor, the slight shimmer of a shield could be seen covering the walls, protecting the rest of the station from the destruction taking place in the room.
On the more relaxing side of things, Luna had taken one look at an observation deck and decided that she quite enjoyed the view of Neptune and its moons. The next day, they found the room covered with sitting pillows, bean bags, several telescopes and an easel. It didn't take long for the rest of the crew to join in, hanging hammocks and paintings on the walls and installing a great screen on the wall. A refrigerator they had hooked up to the station's power grid was filled to the brim with snacks, butterbeers, sodas and other drinks.
It quickly became the most popular hanging spot for the crew, where they could relax and catch up with each other, replacing the smaller one they had on the ship. They would all meet there at least once a week to watch a movie or one of the combat team's mock battles.
It was this room that Harry entered that morning, to find it already filled with a dozen people. On the screen, Fred was riding on his bright red hoverboard and hit a bludger, sending it toward Cho who was speeding toward the flying goal rings. She crouched on her board and barrelled to the left, throwing the quaffle through the hoop as she dodged the iron ball. Cheers erupted in the room before the bludger hit the hoop, sending it spiralling into space. One of the players summoned back the quaffle while two others went to retrieve the missing goal as the spectators groaned at the interruption.
On the side, Lee and Terry were leaning over blueprints for those same hoops spread across a table. Taking some notes after watching the play, they started talking animatedly about manoeuvring thrusters and power sources and Harry quickly tuned them out. He'd read about it soon enough.
Instead, he took a bottle from the fridge and went to join the others on a sofa. For the first time in a while, he could quite honestly say that life was good.
If only it could stay that way...
Out of the great vaulted windows of the bridge, they could see the chunks of rock, ice and clouds of dust that made up Saturn's rings drifting beneath them as Requirement completed its lap of the planet. With the station now complete, they had resumed their travels around the solar system. He did not doubt that many of the crew were enjoying the view in the early hours of the evening on the various observation decks of the ship. Marvelling at the wonders of their home system was not the only reason they were flying around, however.
"Alright, now bring us close to that big asteroid to starboard and turn us around."
Cho and Marietta, leaning over two opposite consoles at the front of the bridge, were hard at work calculating new trajectories on the fly and entering them in the flight computer. It was something that they had discovered while they continued to translate the ship's systems. They could plot more complex courses instead of just inputting the coordinates of their destination and letting the computer come up with the quickest path. That allowed them more freedom in their travels, at the cost of complex calculations they would be hard-pressed to complete under pressure.
"Get more power to the front shields. We don't want any stray debris hitting us.
"Near the left wall, Katie gave a nod before moving and turning a command stone on her own console. They could see the shield shimmer for a second outside the windows before disappearing again. Not far from her, Ernie monitored the readings of the ship's internal and external sensors from his own station.
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