I'm so sorry for disappearing. I've had final exams, graduation, and job searching amidst a global recession-- it's been a rough two months. I'll catch up and see if I can't resume this RP.
Sinjan Ahmad Safak stood for a moment on the front steps of the National Police offices, blinking in the bright sunlight. He took a deep breath: the air reeked of diesel and rotting vegetables, but it was free air. He was no longer a prisoner-- at least, not for the moment. "Ahmad!" Mohse...
Forgive me if this is being bold, but here's a map of the city of Voltas. I've been learning to draw maps entirely in Photoshop, and I thought it'd be good practice and give everyone something to work with.
Sorry I got you stuck at the airlock, They-go, but I couldn't think of a way that a passenger lik Khadija could conceivably just suit up and board a mysterious derelict.