Setting
The grandiose elegants of Wing City Spaceport is offset with constant ebb and flow of all kinds of bustling activity, a surging torrent of traffic with each new arrival.
All space-faring traffic in and out of Wing City arrives and departs from here. There are launch towers for older models of spacecraft, and quantum-distortion field panels for the newer gravitational assistance systems.
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All space-faring traffic in and out of Wing City arrives and departs from here. There are launch towers for older models of spacecraft, and quantum-distortion field panels for the newer gravitational assistance systems.
Customs
There are currently no customs in place.
Wing City Spaceport
You have arrived at the grand Wing City Spaceport, where all space-faring traffic in and out of the city arrives. There are launch towers for older models of spacecraft, and quantum-distortion field panels for the newer gravitational assistance system.
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Wing City.
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Katie Brighton [147] "It does not matter what you do, as long as what you do is what you know is good."
Tenna [100] Merc work has its paydays. Got my ship and my rifle, and I'm good to go.
Odgerel [91] She is athletic and stands over six feet tall. Her hair hangs lose, silky black that tends to reflect blue. Her eyes are the bright blue of a welder's torch. She has two tattoos, a golden phoenix on her belly and stylized fire covering her right arm.
Tasi [87] A Lone Quarian, handy with a gun
Lexia Nitiena [82] I'm not weak. I quit. That makes me stronger than a lot of people. Even if I'm weaker than you.
Nagumi Yamata [82] Gundam Pilot and college student.
Zephan [73]
Aeidail [70] She is a very wealthy and high born woman. She thinks highly of herself and is a great fighter with a blade
Eve-Va [70] A being who was sent out from her war torn home world in search for a way to re-Terraform her planet. She is a cruel individual who will mercilessly kill anyone who where to stand in her way. She follows a strict no outside interference policy....
Sam Felixis [70] Drink, fight, fight again, go to bed. My day in a nutshell.
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"Its a buyer's market" She laughed a little and gently picked up the stone, turning it in her fingers with a smile "It certainly is beautiful Rin" she said and set it back down again "When I decide its finally time to settle down, I am going to drive my ship to the surface, land in an area by the coast and just stay there. Mobile homes tend to outlive stationary positions"
"No idea what kind of stone it is. But It should make a nice piece of jewelry all the same." he said with a chuckle and then sighed. He really didn't know what he was going to do once he setlled on the homeworld. "Maybe when the mass Relays are finished, and peace has finally found the galaxy... Just maybe I'll take up painting, or something... Sculpting. Prostitution. Hell I need something to keep my mind occupied." He said laughing at the last option and cracked his neck. "So Tasi, What is there to do around this dump?"
"Prostitutio? Interesting choice though Id choose who I sleep with and who not to sleep with" She snickered to herself and poured him and herself another a brandy with a casual motion "The scenery, the theater...well fuck it. Thats a lie right off the bat. I run errands for Doctor White and watch his son. He is an energetic little ball of boy"
"Doctor White? Interestting. So you and him are, involved?" The other Male quirked a brow and a rather sly smirk. Of course he was just kidding, he didn't mean anything by it. "I was just joking about the prostitution of course. I just need something to keep my mind busy so I don't dwell on the past. I lost a lot of troops in the War. Lot of them were close friends of mine. I guess that's why they look down upon 'attatchment' in the Marines. You get attatched to your followers and subordinates, the more it hurts when you lose them." He said and cleared his throat trying not to think about it.
One of the public landing bays suddenly became busy; dock masters making sure the crowd of gathering people didn't cross the glowing red line or run out onto the landing pad, and the large lights flashed green for "proceed", which the "ace pilot" Andrest Russon saw and with a thumbs up, landed his Supernova V Model starfighter on the marked circle.
A second or two later, he opened the glass hatch, climbed out, then walked out onto the bay as the large spaceport sucked his vehicle into private storage.
The girls began to scream, the boys staring in awe and all of a sudden, a hundred fans rushed out onto the landing pad and surrounded him with notepads and pens.
"Please, please!" He called out to them, while trying to push through. "One at a time, I only have two hands for signing autographs!"
A second or two later, he opened the glass hatch, climbed out, then walked out onto the bay as the large spaceport sucked his vehicle into private storage.
The girls began to scream, the boys staring in awe and all of a sudden, a hundred fans rushed out onto the landing pad and surrounded him with notepads and pens.
"Please, please!" He called out to them, while trying to push through. "One at a time, I only have two hands for signing autographs!"
Andrest Russon finally battled his way through the crowd, scribbling randomly on pieces of paper as he went past his 'fans' just to stop them from swarming him. When he finally reached the walkway, he was relieved to see the security take over and give him some peace.
He sighed, then began to walk; passing the red head known as Emma just as a man in a military suit stepped up behind him and clapped him on the shoulder.
"Andrest!" He greeted. "How are you doin' man?"
"Colonel Stone, it's been a while. I'm doing good, just had a little trouble with a security leak back there."
"Aha - yeah, I saw. The fans, right? That's what you get for being a war hero, you're practically a celebrity now."
"People give me too much credit," Andrest replied, his voice dying down as they entered the spaceport and the doors closed behind them.
He sighed, then began to walk; passing the red head known as Emma just as a man in a military suit stepped up behind him and clapped him on the shoulder.
"Andrest!" He greeted. "How are you doin' man?"
"Colonel Stone, it's been a while. I'm doing good, just had a little trouble with a security leak back there."
"Aha - yeah, I saw. The fans, right? That's what you get for being a war hero, you're practically a celebrity now."
"People give me too much credit," Andrest replied, his voice dying down as they entered the spaceport and the doors closed behind them.
Andrest Russon found himself alone for a time, handing in paperwork to a man sitting behind a security desk. The man read the papers over, then stamped them, leaving Andrest free to roam Terra.
The man turned around, and looked around.
The man turned around, and looked around.
Emma followed in behind Andrest a few minutes after he went in, having had the package sent off to her current home on Terra. She sees him, smiling. "War hero eh?" She walked over to him. "Never seen you before."
"Technically all soldiers are war heroes," he replied, while he scanned Emma, then a nearby restaurant.
"Who's flag are you under?" She asked, one hand on her right hip, the other holding a can of iced tea.
"I'll tell you that, if you tell me your name and why you're asking," he answered with a slight smirk.
"Emma, names Emma. I'm only askin because I never heard of you. No offense." She took a sip of her tea.
"I'm from the outer edge of known space; The Conglomeracy of Outer-Rim Worlds. Or C.O.R.W, if you'd prefer."
"Sounds like a good group. You're a pilot, right?" She didn't like pilots from her faction, but it didn't mean she hated all pilots.
"We're kind of small, only a couple dozen worlds. And ever since the pirates of void space were wiped out, a lot of us have started migrating to places like Terra. Easier life an all. And yeah, I guess you could call me a pilot. I'm a strike-marine, technically; we do groundwork too."
"Not bad, I'm an Air Assault Marine, drop from transport planes or from orbit." She shows him her dogtags. "Fun stuff." She says, taking another sip of her tea.
"We don't drop from orbit, we fly our starfighters behind enemy lines and then land and camouflage them. We like to be able to get back up in the air if something goes messy, see. That's why we have cloaking systems. We tend to land in thick bush area and designate our landing zone as our primary ERP."
"Well, I was about to head over to the restaurant," he replied, changing the subject. "I could use a burger, or something to fill my stomach in the least. Feel free to join, I could use the company."
He made his way over to the cafe, entered, then found himself a table by a window.
He made his way over to the cafe, entered, then found himself a table by a window.
Emma followed in, throwing her can of tea, which was now empty, in the trash. "What brings you all the way out here?" She sits next to him.
"A vacation," he answered as he ordered a coffee and a tuna sandwich using the holographic menu. "How about you?"