She dropped down to stand on the cushioned seat and pulled the hatch shut above her. She waited until the seal showed red all the was around then dropped down on to the seat. She gave the thumps up to the control bay and started to disengage the clamps. She stretched to front legs first. They extended out in front of the opaque shield. She brought them back and stretched the middle legs up and to the side, then brought them back. Then the back legs out behind then back. Like some kind of insect stretching after a long sleep she worked the legs through their paces until satisfied that the hydraulics were in order and all the dust was worked out of the joints.
She moved out of the storage bay and started out toward the Rim of the cave. Once there she moved the mine-ant toward the current vein. Other ants stopped and waved as she joined them at the site. She stopped and pulled her helmet off. She hated wearing it but regulations required is. All the miners wore them until they got our here, away from the prying eyes. Here they were free.
She flicked then comm onto the miners private channel and was greeted by another forbidden situation. Music pounded through the speakers all but obscuring the chatter of the miners and their machines.
It was big John's day to pick the music so it was 1700's classical. Not bad. She dug in and started ripping rocks apart as Utrecht Te Deum filled her control capsule.
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