Furrier in the rye

As we tried to approach our base camp in E1, we came under attack a couple of other times. It always felt as an ambush, and we proceeded with the same stratagem as before, one group shooting back to keep the attacker or attackers occupied while others tried to make an encircling motion to approach the enemy from behind. 

Soon, it became clear that our attackers had two prevalent traits: firstly, they are invisible, only revealing themselves by the rustling of the rye or cracking of branches, and the occasional gunshot. Second, they have an incredibly bad aim. None of us ever got shot, even though we were almost always caught at unawares by a shot ringing out.

Crouching and crawling and disguised as bushels of rye, we did make it back to our starting place at the edge of the biosphere. 

There, the nature of our attackers was finally revealed.

We have made a most horrible mistake: the pens holding the gun-furriers had electric programmable locks. They failed, as all electric equipment does sooner rather than later in this biosphere. The gun-furriers escaped their cages, and quickly found their food supply.

To save on space, their supply consists of bags of power-food pellets, containing high doses of nutrients and energy. Only a small amount is needed per furrier per day. However, they managed to peck open the bags and gorged themselves on the power-food. We found some that died of it, a heart attack from the overdose, but most of them just got hyper-excited, pumped up, and started running and hopping off crazed in any direction. Some spontaneously started shooting from the sugar rush, others fired off occasional shots while mating. 

There never were Blood Raiders with invisibility cloaks, there were gun-furriers going berserk in the rye.

This is an ecological disaster. 

Gun-furriers, to aid Amarr's industrial-military complex in quickly building up weapon supplies, breed like rabbits. Here, in the biosphere, they do not seem to have any natural predator, so they are bound to spread out and multiply quickly. There is enough food in the form of grains and berries and insects to sustain them after they calm back down after their powerpellet rush. It is going to be impossible in this vast expanse of nature to hunt them down, let alone to find them and get them back into cages.

For a thousand years, this biosphere endured in a delicate equilibrium between the various organisms, persisting unchanged in a deserted station, only relying on passive systems to close the ecological and water cycles, a testimony to the brilliance of Amarr bio-engineering. Now all that is about to change.