Setting
The binary star system of the suns Servik and Kivres. It contains seven hospitable planets within it: Kūvasi, Biro, Floorgannar, Boríl, Vira~Kiravu, Oranig, and O•kshi.
Minimap
northwest |
north |
northeast |
west |
You are here. |
east |
southwest |
south |
southeast |
Kivres-Servik System is a part of 
Space.
A hard hit introduced them to the gravity field of the planet below. Almost immediately, the passengers were pushed further over to the side while the ship turned. A bit of concern grew within her; what if the rundown smuggler's ship couldn't handle the pull? It certainly didn't have escape pods; it would just break apart. She sighed, keeping a firm grip on one of the ship's round doorframes while everything around her pulled on its restraints. Storage crates, plasteel containers... she only hoped the smugglers piloting the ship knew what they were doing. Some of the migrant passengers seemed to be becoming nervous; others were excited. The rest had too foreign a physiology to properly read. She shared quiet conversations with the ones she had formed some semblance of a friendship with; anything was possible from here onward. If they made it to where they needed to be... it was unlikely she'd see any of them again. She couldn't help but feel sad about that; these were the first friends she had made since finally breaking free from Timesmith's watch.
---
The world around was full of life. Lights of all types - artificial, bioluminescent, natural - compensated for the nighttime. In fact, had the sky above not been so dark, it could have been mistaken for daytime. Taking in a deep breath brought in the sharp smells of city life, and... just a hint of a familiar species. She set aside her curiosity for the latter, sticking to her pre-coordinated path to the docks. It was a little bit of a walk, and she did what she could to dodge grabbing limbs of species who didn't understand the concept of personal space. Fortunately enough for her, personal guidance systems were in effect. Pathways that led to her destination lit with green borders; a color only she and other travelers of the same destination could see. To others on the walkway, the colors would guide them to their own target location. The fact a telepathic connection could be used so simply as to help visitors keep from getting lost was fascinating to La'vida. It had so much potential to lead visitors astray, yet it wasn't used for that. What would be the purpose in it? The city was full of thousands of opportunities; from the high-society levels in the sky to the lowest realms of the undercity that held civilizations who had never experienced sunlight. The entire planet was like a living replica of a timeline; the primitive past with the fantastic future all balled into one experience.
---
An Ithorian's voice could be heard advertising some type of restoration project on a far-off location. The terminals were full of beings of every shape and size. Flyers buzzed and hovered along the little aerial paths, creatures crawled along the walls, bipeds and quadrapeds and more-legged creatures wandered along the ground paths. The smell of the area was too hard to pinpoint; at one moment it was sweet, the next it was pungent. She was grateful when she found the 'Biped: Humanoid' section. Here, there was much less a sense of wonderful chaos. It was quieter, species tending to segregate into their own groups while they shuffled along to the gates in various states of boarding and takeoff. Running along the walls was an assortment of foods and trinkets to buy. Some of them caught her eye, drawing her a few steps towards the vendors before she remembered she had nothing to pay them with. Not physical currency, anyway, and she wasn't quite ready to start selling memories for a piece of pottery.
A figure in a suit approached her, coming to a stop and staring for several moments. La'vida stared back at the reflective visor, then took a step back. The figure followed. Taking a few more steps back, she got a Twi'lek between them. The figure simply stood still, helmet visor slowly turning to watch her as she made her way closer to the terminal gatekeepers.
---
The world around was full of life. Lights of all types - artificial, bioluminescent, natural - compensated for the nighttime. In fact, had the sky above not been so dark, it could have been mistaken for daytime. Taking in a deep breath brought in the sharp smells of city life, and... just a hint of a familiar species. She set aside her curiosity for the latter, sticking to her pre-coordinated path to the docks. It was a little bit of a walk, and she did what she could to dodge grabbing limbs of species who didn't understand the concept of personal space. Fortunately enough for her, personal guidance systems were in effect. Pathways that led to her destination lit with green borders; a color only she and other travelers of the same destination could see. To others on the walkway, the colors would guide them to their own target location. The fact a telepathic connection could be used so simply as to help visitors keep from getting lost was fascinating to La'vida. It had so much potential to lead visitors astray, yet it wasn't used for that. What would be the purpose in it? The city was full of thousands of opportunities; from the high-society levels in the sky to the lowest realms of the undercity that held civilizations who had never experienced sunlight. The entire planet was like a living replica of a timeline; the primitive past with the fantastic future all balled into one experience.
---
An Ithorian's voice could be heard advertising some type of restoration project on a far-off location. The terminals were full of beings of every shape and size. Flyers buzzed and hovered along the little aerial paths, creatures crawled along the walls, bipeds and quadrapeds and more-legged creatures wandered along the ground paths. The smell of the area was too hard to pinpoint; at one moment it was sweet, the next it was pungent. She was grateful when she found the 'Biped: Humanoid' section. Here, there was much less a sense of wonderful chaos. It was quieter, species tending to segregate into their own groups while they shuffled along to the gates in various states of boarding and takeoff. Running along the walls was an assortment of foods and trinkets to buy. Some of them caught her eye, drawing her a few steps towards the vendors before she remembered she had nothing to pay them with. Not physical currency, anyway, and she wasn't quite ready to start selling memories for a piece of pottery.
A figure in a suit approached her, coming to a stop and staring for several moments. La'vida stared back at the reflective visor, then took a step back. The figure followed. Taking a few more steps back, she got a Twi'lek between them. The figure simply stood still, helmet visor slowly turning to watch her as she made her way closer to the terminal gatekeepers.
At the gatekeeper, she was presented with the universal question: "Speech?"
"Galactic Basic. Oranig designation H-14."
"Language recognized. Greeting: Welcome to Oranig export terminal fifteen point seven point three. Query: what is your destination?"
La'vida scooted a tad closer to the gate, keeping her volume low. "Cosuna star system, planet Cosuna fourteen dash nine. I have a reservation."
A ring of light created a half-circle over the counter. She set her hand in, letting the system recognize her. When the light faded, the voice spoke again.
"Confirmation: Reservation recognized. Statement: Reservation pending approval due to insufficient funds. Query: Do you wish to pay now?"
She nodded once, casting watchful glances around her. A few of the other passengers were staring. Normal. La'vida stepped into the plexiglass cylinder when it granted entrance. Just in time to dodge the grip of one of the other migrants. The surface darkened, replaced with a soft light on the inside to grant privacy. La'vida took in a slow, calming breath while a thin wire descended from the top. She took hold of it, checking for the soft flexible needle. Moving her hair out of the way, she set the needle against the back of her skin. She flinched at the soft prickle and braced herself. A hard flash of colors and emotions passed for half an instant, and then it was over. She was left to breathe slowly, bringing herself away from the brink of shock. The needle cauterized the attachment on its exit, and left an anesthetic. When La'vida was recovered enough to walk, the plexiglass became transparent again and the door ahead retracted to the side. She began down the empty corridor to the shuttle bay.
She found hers easily; it was the only one in the bay that gave any indication it was awake. It chimed its welcome and granted her passage. Settling into the pod, La'vida smiled. "Hello, sweetheart."
The pod chimed back, closing the shell behind her and prompting a check for preparedness. La'vida confirmed, scooting around a bit for comfort while the pod went through the process of being granted permission to depart. Finally, the pod began to move forward. It gained speed quickly, and then another chime informed the passenger that they were outside the Oranig gravity field.
"Galactic Basic. Oranig designation H-14."
"Language recognized. Greeting: Welcome to Oranig export terminal fifteen point seven point three. Query: what is your destination?"
La'vida scooted a tad closer to the gate, keeping her volume low. "Cosuna star system, planet Cosuna fourteen dash nine. I have a reservation."
A ring of light created a half-circle over the counter. She set her hand in, letting the system recognize her. When the light faded, the voice spoke again.
"Confirmation: Reservation recognized. Statement: Reservation pending approval due to insufficient funds. Query: Do you wish to pay now?"
She nodded once, casting watchful glances around her. A few of the other passengers were staring. Normal. La'vida stepped into the plexiglass cylinder when it granted entrance. Just in time to dodge the grip of one of the other migrants. The surface darkened, replaced with a soft light on the inside to grant privacy. La'vida took in a slow, calming breath while a thin wire descended from the top. She took hold of it, checking for the soft flexible needle. Moving her hair out of the way, she set the needle against the back of her skin. She flinched at the soft prickle and braced herself. A hard flash of colors and emotions passed for half an instant, and then it was over. She was left to breathe slowly, bringing herself away from the brink of shock. The needle cauterized the attachment on its exit, and left an anesthetic. When La'vida was recovered enough to walk, the plexiglass became transparent again and the door ahead retracted to the side. She began down the empty corridor to the shuttle bay.
She found hers easily; it was the only one in the bay that gave any indication it was awake. It chimed its welcome and granted her passage. Settling into the pod, La'vida smiled. "Hello, sweetheart."
The pod chimed back, closing the shell behind her and prompting a check for preparedness. La'vida confirmed, scooting around a bit for comfort while the pod went through the process of being granted permission to depart. Finally, the pod began to move forward. It gained speed quickly, and then another chime informed the passenger that they were outside the Oranig gravity field.
- 2 posts here • Page 1 of 1