Joseph Lawson's Story

Lawson steps out of the ship, waving as the hatch doors close and the ship flies off, upwards toward the atmosphere of Terra.
He shoulders his backpack, looking around, as he looks up in time to see somebody fall out of the ceiling, wincing as they hit the ground. Ouch.
He's here to see the Synthe Gridd concert, and it appears he's in time, as the musician herself was here. That could wait, though, as he walks over to the person who fell from the ceiling. "Hey, uh, are you okay?"

Oh jeez, a small crowd- from out of nowhere a security agent appeared to the side of Synthe. Her associate swiveled their helmet to take in the black suited guy in the dark glasses. He looked like he belonged as an extra on Solinus Vice, not working whatever security company Synthe's label had hired.

"Miss Gridd?" He addressed the two. Synthe nodded and glanced over her shoulder. They had arrived right in the nick of time. The security agent moved a hair closer to her and addressed the crowd, "Let's keep it moving, folks!"

Synthe and her associate were escorted through the crowd.

There were a lot of people in Solinus City - and a huge military presence, to boot. It seemed a more systematically civilized place than Granpaix. Being the main landing point for Terra, it felt more like... well, Terra! She even spotted a MAEGA hat or two bobbing in the crowd. That was Aschen merchandise. She wasn't aware they still even had presence here. Maybe it was an ironic statement of anti-Aschen sentiment? Curious.

The party of three passed through the port, the terminals, the luggage, and out into a private car. They were headed to a hotel for the night. The next concert wasn't for another day, and was a late show at Club Flicker. Was Solinus City ready for the sounds of Synthe? She sure hoped so!