Setting
Freeport is an island city with a strong national identity. Rather than tracing their origins back to Earth, or any other planet, most people who live in Freeport refer to themselves as "Freemen" and consider themselves true natives. However, this does not mean they are in any way xenophobic - indeed they are proud of what they have accomplished in creating; a huge hub for traders and travelers alike. Freeport has possibly the largest series of ports on Aberash - one on the east and one on the west side of the city, each defended by a thick stone sea-wall and gate capable of blocking off all trade. Each port is a bustling trade centre in it's own right - with merchants, stalls, shops and inns to greet any adventurers arriving or on their way to leave the island.
Freeport is also known for it's political system - it sees itself as an independent city state, and has it's own centralized government and 'royal' family. However, rather than being a straight monarchy, Freeport is also a democracy in that the leaders of local guilds and trading societies are invited to sit on a council and vote to decide matters of domestic and foreign policy. The military, well-funded and equipped, is mostly a self-defense force comprising of Freeport natives, but often better trained soldiers and officers come in the form of retired guild members. The influence of the guilds can also be seen in that the military acts as a sort of guild itself - an almost private organization, or security force, that stays loyal only through oath and weekly payment from the city's coffers. However, the bulk of the soldiery ARE Freeport loyalists, and so it would be wise not to think of them as an easily bought band of mercenaries, especially if you plan to turn them against their homes.
The island itself is situated smugly off the coast and appears to 'fill' an 'alcove' in the main continent's shore-line. This is part of the reason why Freeport gets so many visitors, for men and women often need to travel through it simply to get to the other side. To get across the several miles of water and into the city, Freeport has it's own public transport system, where each man, woman and child can board a raft that travels from port-to-shore for only a single piece of coin. The rafts and waters themselves are guarded by the Merchant's Navy, a branch of Freeport military that keeps the sea around the island safe.
At the centre of the island, finally, is Freeport Castle - a large fortress like structure that has it's own set of inner walls (what with the island having it's own fortified wall running an outline around the entire coast aside for the ports, which have their own sea-defenses anyway). Freeport Castle is home to the royal family and their retinues, but is also home to an elite order of Knights known as The Knights of the White Flame.
Freeport is also known for it's political system - it sees itself as an independent city state, and has it's own centralized government and 'royal' family. However, rather than being a straight monarchy, Freeport is also a democracy in that the leaders of local guilds and trading societies are invited to sit on a council and vote to decide matters of domestic and foreign policy. The military, well-funded and equipped, is mostly a self-defense force comprising of Freeport natives, but often better trained soldiers and officers come in the form of retired guild members. The influence of the guilds can also be seen in that the military acts as a sort of guild itself - an almost private organization, or security force, that stays loyal only through oath and weekly payment from the city's coffers. However, the bulk of the soldiery ARE Freeport loyalists, and so it would be wise not to think of them as an easily bought band of mercenaries, especially if you plan to turn them against their homes.
The island itself is situated smugly off the coast and appears to 'fill' an 'alcove' in the main continent's shore-line. This is part of the reason why Freeport gets so many visitors, for men and women often need to travel through it simply to get to the other side. To get across the several miles of water and into the city, Freeport has it's own public transport system, where each man, woman and child can board a raft that travels from port-to-shore for only a single piece of coin. The rafts and waters themselves are guarded by the Merchant's Navy, a branch of Freeport military that keeps the sea around the island safe.
At the centre of the island, finally, is Freeport Castle - a large fortress like structure that has it's own set of inner walls (what with the island having it's own fortified wall running an outline around the entire coast aside for the ports, which have their own sea-defenses anyway). Freeport Castle is home to the royal family and their retinues, but is also home to an elite order of Knights known as The Knights of the White Flame.
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Uuik, Third of the Moon [4] Dark skies and the power of the secrets therein. Praise be to the Moon of Black.
Aris [0] A young shapeshifter.
Pale Rose [0] I am the queen of my kingdom in the sky. We are dark angels..I was married to W hite Amarylis..but he lied and said he die d...but really he left me for a rich princess twice his age...i also am a knight for my kingdom
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The morning was static with incoming and outgoing as the famed ports of Freeport sprang to life. It didn't matter that such was the routine, it was an impressive sight that the city was prideful to bear. Ships bearing goods bustled in while others made their way along and out to sea. Shouts filled the shoreline billows in the form of command, an almost electric bell rang in the distance, windows opened all over the city to greet the break of day, and somewhere a child cried for it's morning milk.
"I love Freeport," A man in heavy boots clunked down the gangplank of a smaller vessel. It hadn't come from too far off, for this man was never to be far from home. Around his wrist pulsed a red gem like object, which he touched absently as his feet made contact with the dock.
"As Freeport loves you, Sir DeSeiro," Greeted a young man, looking to be no more than seventeen, holding his arms out as if to receive a parcel. Sir DeSeiro grinned in return, looking out for the transport that would take him back to the guild hall. "Ah, it isn't yet here, Sir," The kid piped up, noticing his elder peering into the crowd.
"Well then, if you'd mind fetching a thing on board..." With a smile the young man scurried onto the ship. This was full permission to get a taste of the rum he was always boasting about having on such journeys. Sir DeSeiro settled himself onto a stout dock pole for some people watching while he waited for things to assemble. Yup, Freeport. He loved it.
"I love Freeport," A man in heavy boots clunked down the gangplank of a smaller vessel. It hadn't come from too far off, for this man was never to be far from home. Around his wrist pulsed a red gem like object, which he touched absently as his feet made contact with the dock.
"As Freeport loves you, Sir DeSeiro," Greeted a young man, looking to be no more than seventeen, holding his arms out as if to receive a parcel. Sir DeSeiro grinned in return, looking out for the transport that would take him back to the guild hall. "Ah, it isn't yet here, Sir," The kid piped up, noticing his elder peering into the crowd.
"Well then, if you'd mind fetching a thing on board..." With a smile the young man scurried onto the ship. This was full permission to get a taste of the rum he was always boasting about having on such journeys. Sir DeSeiro settled himself onto a stout dock pole for some people watching while he waited for things to assemble. Yup, Freeport. He loved it.
A ghost was watching everything. A spectral eye zooming in and out of every single situation. Every bustle of commotion, every shouting argument, every early morning drunk singing and dancing, every merchant setting up shop. Though these things were tedious, boring, and uninteresting. The Moon would not be pleased that Uuik was wasting his time on such trivial recordings.
No. Now, it was time to find something, or someone, that would interest his Sigil. Someone worth following, recording, and documenting.
The demure spirit would weave through the crowds. Not a single person would be offset, pushed, or even slightly inconvenienced by the shade. When one ignored the laws of matter, and moved both unseen and unfelt, getting anywhere was easy. Soon though, the Monk had to stop. A guild? Ah, some sort of organization on this planet at last. Two days, and he had not heard of a thing yet, other than the name of this world, and of the city the Moon was currently residing in. Aberash. Freeport. He would watch this older...male...until he was alone, or until the man proved unworthy of documentation...
No. Now, it was time to find something, or someone, that would interest his Sigil. Someone worth following, recording, and documenting.
The demure spirit would weave through the crowds. Not a single person would be offset, pushed, or even slightly inconvenienced by the shade. When one ignored the laws of matter, and moved both unseen and unfelt, getting anywhere was easy. Soon though, the Monk had to stop. A guild? Ah, some sort of organization on this planet at last. Two days, and he had not heard of a thing yet, other than the name of this world, and of the city the Moon was currently residing in. Aberash. Freeport. He would watch this older...male...until he was alone, or until the man proved unworthy of documentation...
"Sir DeSeiro!" A man approached from across the way wearing polished black leather armor. It gleamed here and there with silver fastens as well, and wouldn't appear worn until closer inspection. Sir Deseiro grinned at him, holding out a forearm in welcome. The two grasped and bowed heads, the newcomer settling in to watch the crowd.
"How goes the wife, Berentes?" DeSeiro's smile didn't break, running rivers of wrinkles around his face. The one named Berentes sighed lovingly, feigning towards the ground as if he were carrying something large on his back, which earned a laugh from DeSeiro.
"Well and good. She's coming along marvelously, and has begun to muse on names," Berentes looked out over the docks, watching as two sailors maneuvered a fishing rig. "So, ah...How goes the Hunt?"
"It was worth a spark," Berentes jested back, moving on from the subject quickly. "Did you get to see the core?"
Sir Deseiro continued to gaze into the crowd. He kind of felt like he was being...watched? Probably just the feeling of being around so many people after so many days in a ship cabin. Shaking his head he looked to Berentes with a mischievous sort of smile one procured before heading to battle.
"Not yet."
"How goes the wife, Berentes?" DeSeiro's smile didn't break, running rivers of wrinkles around his face. The one named Berentes sighed lovingly, feigning towards the ground as if he were carrying something large on his back, which earned a laugh from DeSeiro.
"Well and good. She's coming along marvelously, and has begun to muse on names," Berentes looked out over the docks, watching as two sailors maneuvered a fishing rig. "So, ah...How goes the Hunt?"
"It was worth a spark," Berentes jested back, moving on from the subject quickly. "Did you get to see the core?"
Sir Deseiro continued to gaze into the crowd. He kind of felt like he was being...watched? Probably just the feeling of being around so many people after so many days in a ship cabin. Shaking his head he looked to Berentes with a mischievous sort of smile one procured before heading to battle.
"Not yet."
The Hunt? Was one of the Beasts here? Hmm...that could pose a probably. While not opposed to the Beast, those of the Moon almost never saw eye to eye with that Sigil. While not opposed in ideology, they often clashed heads when it came to practices...and methods. Still...Uuik was already learning.
Families. Organizations. Something called a core. Audio filters allowed the Monk to focus only on the conversation he was currently observing. All data was important, but at least this actually seemed to have meaning. It wasn't just prattle over wares and goods and docking rights.
It was bright here, on this planet. Uuik would give anything to go without his suit for at least a cycle of his Moon. However...the atmosphere would kill him, not to mention his Order's oath of secrecy. Other-worlders must never know the identity of the monks. Species. True names. Home world. All of it must be kept a secret, while collect the secrets of said other worlds. Such was his orders way.
The Monk would move closer, slowly, passing through boxes, people, and other such things as if it was water. With almost no real combat capabilities aside from trickery, the Monks of the Darksky Moon relied on other tactics to complete their goals, and he was growing curiouser and curiouser about this core...Soon, he stood but feet away, invisible, intangible...but there.
Families. Organizations. Something called a core. Audio filters allowed the Monk to focus only on the conversation he was currently observing. All data was important, but at least this actually seemed to have meaning. It wasn't just prattle over wares and goods and docking rights.
It was bright here, on this planet. Uuik would give anything to go without his suit for at least a cycle of his Moon. However...the atmosphere would kill him, not to mention his Order's oath of secrecy. Other-worlders must never know the identity of the monks. Species. True names. Home world. All of it must be kept a secret, while collect the secrets of said other worlds. Such was his orders way.
The Monk would move closer, slowly, passing through boxes, people, and other such things as if it was water. With almost no real combat capabilities aside from trickery, the Monks of the Darksky Moon relied on other tactics to complete their goals, and he was growing curiouser and curiouser about this core...Soon, he stood but feet away, invisible, intangible...but there.
Oh well when he put it that way! Berentes grinned. He was, like most others, overwhelmed with excitement for this year's hunt, but didn't quite get what Sir DeSeiro was playing at. There was something he knew, like always, but what? He shook his headand still smiling said, "I swear, DeSeiro, you could hang a cliff from a cliff from a cliff."
Sir DeSeiro laughed out loud at that. He was shady as a fox it was true. Folding his arms and looking to Berentes the older man said, "And what would life be without a bit of suspense, eh?" With a stomp he pulled himself from his perch, stretching his elbows above his head. Berentes decided to give up prying. I'll just have to wait until I can make it to Vien myself.
"The Hunt comes all the time. Not every day your wife falls pregnant," Remarked Sir DeSeiro, to which Berentes flushed. It was true he was more excited about the Hunt sometimes than the coming of his own child, but that didn't mean he didn't care! Heck, he supposed he should spend more time with her. Pregnant women were just not fun to be around. DeSeiro wasn't about to let up, pressing the conversation away from the Hunt as if he was hiding something. "Go on, tell what names the woman's musing on. I know you've picked a favorite."
"Well," Berentes began hesitantly, "She's thinking very glamorously, wanting to name our child after Tien the Young or another historical figure-"
"Fine and well, isn't it?" Sir DeSeiro twisted in place as he listened.
"-For a middle name. The first name of the child we're at a minor standstill on. You see, she's exploring some seriously abstract naming concepts, while I figured we should stick to the more traditional sense of things, considering the birth is timed with the Hunt just perfectly, and-What's that look?" As Berentes rambled on, a strange sort of smile grew on Sir DeSeiro's face. He couldn't even help but laugh at the common quarrel among couples, himself often wondering exactly how bad his own parent's fight was that they settled on a name like Mungus.
"You could always mush two together," DeSeiro commented with a smirk. Berentes was opening his mouth to retort, still choking up on the absurdity of it all when a young lad scurried up. He smelled kinda salty and payed his respects to both of them in a lopsided manner.
"G'even' Sir Bernantus!" The kid swayed where he stood with a shit eating grin. Ah hell, figures the kid would get greedy. "Ishth'rihere?" He pointed drunkenly past Berentes, probably meaning to point at him. Sir DeSeiro grabbed his left arm, and without a word Berentes grabbed his right.
"S'been here for a bit," Berentes revealed to all, then to DeSeiro, "I was wondering what you were waiting for."
"Kid told me a vehicle hadn't arrived yet," Sir DeSeiro grunted back.
"Ah, I put 'em up to that."
"Wanted to get your shocks in first?" Berentes's silence answered the question well enough. Off they went through the crowds, hauling a drunken young lad between them. Sir DeSeiro was honestly just glad the kid had sense enough to find his way back through the crowds. Things at the Society must have gotten lax in his absence. I was only gone a week!
Sir DeSeiro laughed out loud at that. He was shady as a fox it was true. Folding his arms and looking to Berentes the older man said, "And what would life be without a bit of suspense, eh?" With a stomp he pulled himself from his perch, stretching his elbows above his head. Berentes decided to give up prying. I'll just have to wait until I can make it to Vien myself.
"The Hunt comes all the time. Not every day your wife falls pregnant," Remarked Sir DeSeiro, to which Berentes flushed. It was true he was more excited about the Hunt sometimes than the coming of his own child, but that didn't mean he didn't care! Heck, he supposed he should spend more time with her. Pregnant women were just not fun to be around. DeSeiro wasn't about to let up, pressing the conversation away from the Hunt as if he was hiding something. "Go on, tell what names the woman's musing on. I know you've picked a favorite."
"Well," Berentes began hesitantly, "She's thinking very glamorously, wanting to name our child after Tien the Young or another historical figure-"
"Fine and well, isn't it?" Sir DeSeiro twisted in place as he listened.
"-For a middle name. The first name of the child we're at a minor standstill on. You see, she's exploring some seriously abstract naming concepts, while I figured we should stick to the more traditional sense of things, considering the birth is timed with the Hunt just perfectly, and-What's that look?" As Berentes rambled on, a strange sort of smile grew on Sir DeSeiro's face. He couldn't even help but laugh at the common quarrel among couples, himself often wondering exactly how bad his own parent's fight was that they settled on a name like Mungus.
"You could always mush two together," DeSeiro commented with a smirk. Berentes was opening his mouth to retort, still choking up on the absurdity of it all when a young lad scurried up. He smelled kinda salty and payed his respects to both of them in a lopsided manner.
"G'even' Sir Bernantus!" The kid swayed where he stood with a shit eating grin. Ah hell, figures the kid would get greedy. "Ishth'rihere?" He pointed drunkenly past Berentes, probably meaning to point at him. Sir DeSeiro grabbed his left arm, and without a word Berentes grabbed his right.
"S'been here for a bit," Berentes revealed to all, then to DeSeiro, "I was wondering what you were waiting for."
"Kid told me a vehicle hadn't arrived yet," Sir DeSeiro grunted back.
"Ah, I put 'em up to that."
"Wanted to get your shocks in first?" Berentes's silence answered the question well enough. Off they went through the crowds, hauling a drunken young lad between them. Sir DeSeiro was honestly just glad the kid had sense enough to find his way back through the crowds. Things at the Society must have gotten lax in his absence. I was only gone a week!
"Let Prophet know we are beginning our final approach." Baegahn announced over the ship's comm. Prophet would be notified with a buzz at his door, the Sapieri noble often silenced the comm in his room so that he would not be disturbed in his meditations. He was standing behind the pilot in less than a minute, watching on the screen their descent towards the ambitiously named Freeport.
"Population scans show primarily mammals Eminence, primates." the winged copilot announced. "Apes, feh, we shall see if they are versed in such things as common courtesy." said the reptilian commander.
The ship came to hover over a landing bay, wings closing as its landing struts deployed before it lowered to the ground, settling with a hiss and the sound of its shifting weight. A hatch on the side, near the head of the silver plated vessel hissed open and a being resembling a humanoid, two headed dragon stepped out, a large, rectangular rifle slung under a pillar like arm. Following them was an even more massive being, also armed. Two others stepped out after him, one with fins the other with a pair of large wings. Following them was Prophet, the most human of the group, accompanied by a lean, black armored, female reptiloid at his side.
"Hmph, not earning points on the welcome I think." muttered the winged member of the group, a long rifle slung on his back.
"Population scans show primarily mammals Eminence, primates." the winged copilot announced. "Apes, feh, we shall see if they are versed in such things as common courtesy." said the reptilian commander.
The ship came to hover over a landing bay, wings closing as its landing struts deployed before it lowered to the ground, settling with a hiss and the sound of its shifting weight. A hatch on the side, near the head of the silver plated vessel hissed open and a being resembling a humanoid, two headed dragon stepped out, a large, rectangular rifle slung under a pillar like arm. Following them was an even more massive being, also armed. Two others stepped out after him, one with fins the other with a pair of large wings. Following them was Prophet, the most human of the group, accompanied by a lean, black armored, female reptiloid at his side.
"Hmph, not earning points on the welcome I think." muttered the winged member of the group, a long rifle slung on his back.
He was practically singing. It wasn't every day, Hunt, or lifetime for that matter one was chosen to be a chooser. Skipping along with more than a smile in his step, Ryan Berentes made his way about the simple errands he had to complete before embarking on his journey for Vien. He had dreamed of this day since practically being a kid, and...!
A shadow swept over him, silence looming in it's wake. Murmuring, many citizens of Freeport angled a finger to the sky. A ship was up there, large and foreign. None like had ever come here before. Taking to the path beneath awnings, Ryan continued his pursuit towards the main docking ports. He, like many others, cast wary glances to the sky. It wasn't until the thing landed that the city seemed to breathe. A small crowd formed in awe, now that fear had been swept under the rug, as the side hatches of the door opened. He tried to avoid it, truly he did, but curiosity got the better of Ryan. He shouldered his way through the small and bustling mob. All were trying to get a close look without looking like they were trying to get a close look. Ryan played with a glowing orange orb at his wrist as he peeked above the heads of strangers at the even strangers.
The crowd took a step back, if not fully so, at the sight of weapons. Many were at ease upon touching their own firearms, some giving nods of approval at the foreigners. Of course, there was the lady or three who ushered away her children with scorn for the showy entrance. Then, as if a sigh, the initial shock faded. Even more Freeportions pressed forth with questions, comments, and concerns.
"Where are you from?" Rang from the lips of many, "Are you here for the Hunt?" "Do you speak Common?"
"Where'd you get that piece of tech?"
"Is it core compatible?"
"Can I touch it?"
Ryan grinned up at the ship from the second row, but really the people caught his attention. If they could be called people. He stared at them levelly, a friendly twinkle in his eye. His lips stayed closed in the sea of chatter.
A shadow swept over him, silence looming in it's wake. Murmuring, many citizens of Freeport angled a finger to the sky. A ship was up there, large and foreign. None like had ever come here before. Taking to the path beneath awnings, Ryan continued his pursuit towards the main docking ports. He, like many others, cast wary glances to the sky. It wasn't until the thing landed that the city seemed to breathe. A small crowd formed in awe, now that fear had been swept under the rug, as the side hatches of the door opened. He tried to avoid it, truly he did, but curiosity got the better of Ryan. He shouldered his way through the small and bustling mob. All were trying to get a close look without looking like they were trying to get a close look. Ryan played with a glowing orange orb at his wrist as he peeked above the heads of strangers at the even strangers.
The crowd took a step back, if not fully so, at the sight of weapons. Many were at ease upon touching their own firearms, some giving nods of approval at the foreigners. Of course, there was the lady or three who ushered away her children with scorn for the showy entrance. Then, as if a sigh, the initial shock faded. Even more Freeportions pressed forth with questions, comments, and concerns.
"Where are you from?" Rang from the lips of many, "Are you here for the Hunt?" "Do you speak Common?"
"Where'd you get that piece of tech?"
"Is it core compatible?"
"Can I touch it?"
Ryan grinned up at the ship from the second row, but really the people caught his attention. If they could be called people. He stared at them levelly, a friendly twinkle in his eye. His lips stayed closed in the sea of chatter.
"Back off ape." snarled the largest of the group, using a large hand to stiff arm one away from him. "You are not to approach Prophet." he said. "Easy now Degora, curiosity is what sets the mammals apart, particularly apes and felines, but then again, isn't there an ape saying 'Curiosity killed the cat?'" he asked aloud of another getting too close for his liking.
When one came too close to the lean black scaled member of the group she growled softly in her throat before turning and roaring in his face, jaws splitting into four segments, each lined with razor teeth.
"We are here for the Hunt Almora, leave the local cretins be." Prophet advised. "Degora, remain with the Grim Wing, we shall return once we have located a huntsmaster or whatever title the locals have given their so called hunting guides." he said, sneering at a few, particularly any that cowered away from Almora and Degora's display.
When one came too close to the lean black scaled member of the group she growled softly in her throat before turning and roaring in his face, jaws splitting into four segments, each lined with razor teeth.
"We are here for the Hunt Almora, leave the local cretins be." Prophet advised. "Degora, remain with the Grim Wing, we shall return once we have located a huntsmaster or whatever title the locals have given their so called hunting guides." he said, sneering at a few, particularly any that cowered away from Almora and Degora's display.
The Prophet? Some citizens of Freeport cowered when pushed away, but all too many more sneaked around to get close to the new beings and their foreign craft. A stiff arm could only hold off the meek of heart, and this wasn't a very meek place all things considered. The citizens continued to crowd and poke, until finally they were hushed back in awe and fear as one of the beings roared like a monster. Squeals pulsed through the crowd as some of the citizens of Freeport balked at the display. Such horrifying teeth! Still more applauded the ferocity, grinning ear to ear. Some realized this would probably be the escalation of drama and sidled off to other less interesting business.
Huntsmaster? That term sounded like something along the lines of a Hunter, which he most certainly was one of. He took a step closer to the alien group, standing off to one side as if waiting to be addressed. After a few moments, Ryan found the prime opportunity to pipe up, "Here for the Hunt?"
Of course, he had overheard them just discussing their exact purpose. He just didn't think intruding on conversation would go over well with this crowd.
Huntsmaster? That term sounded like something along the lines of a Hunter, which he most certainly was one of. He took a step closer to the alien group, standing off to one side as if waiting to be addressed. After a few moments, Ryan found the prime opportunity to pipe up, "Here for the Hunt?"
Of course, he had overheard them just discussing their exact purpose. He just didn't think intruding on conversation would go over well with this crowd.
Prophet turned his red pink eyes on the one who spoke up regarding him for a moment. "Yes, if you would have the courtesy to remove this rabble we can discuss the issue further." he said, standing with his arms clasped behind his back, face set in a bland expression of mild annoyance.
The two headed member of the crew hissed in annoyance as the crowd refused to back off, considering raising their rifle or tossing some noisemakers into the sea of people. The combat harness of their armor was visibly containing a number of grenades and ammo packs for the rifle they carried.
The female who had roared glared at those who refused to be frightened off from her display, vanishing in a burst of purple and black and reappearing atop the ship, away from the crowd.
The two headed member of the crew hissed in annoyance as the crowd refused to back off, considering raising their rifle or tossing some noisemakers into the sea of people. The combat harness of their armor was visibly containing a number of grenades and ammo packs for the rifle they carried.
The female who had roared glared at those who refused to be frightened off from her display, vanishing in a burst of purple and black and reappearing atop the ship, away from the crowd.
"Right," Ryan bobbed informally and smiled as he did when his wife was angry with the other customers at the market. Rabble it might be, but they were citizens, and it wasn't every day a new sentient species landed in your city. Heck, he had come to oggle himself! However, it was pretty impolite the way some people were acting. Many still avoided eye contact with the weaponry, with good reason. There were still those who snuck around and tried to touch at things they shouldn't. A hiss from a two headed member sent a group of teens stumbling over one another as they rushed off.
It didn't take long to locate his phone and text for transport. Of all the days he decided to walk! A burst of purple and black in his peripheral and gasps from the crowd meant the aliens had done something extraordinary again. There weren't any screams, so he kept to the text message. Thumbing away Ryan was quite pleased with himself and everything else about right then. Today was turning out better than ever. The best day ever!
He looked up at the extraterrestrials with a broad grin, "Welcome to Freeport! Transport's on the way." It took a second to weasel his way to the very front of the crowd-blast camera technology makin' every damned moron an artist-but Ryan managed it. "Alright," He addressed the crowd, standing tall. Some may have recognized him as Ryan Berentes. He was gorgeous, and he was a Hunter. He was also married, a point too often overlooked. "If everyone could just give our guests some space," A few hand waves later and he looked to the Prophet individual. "If you could just do that roar thing...." He turned back to the crowd and stepped them back. They were unwilling, for the most part. Was the press here? Oh for the love of-"Step it back, people! Ah can someone get that thing in a cave port?"
It didn't take long to locate his phone and text for transport. Of all the days he decided to walk! A burst of purple and black in his peripheral and gasps from the crowd meant the aliens had done something extraordinary again. There weren't any screams, so he kept to the text message. Thumbing away Ryan was quite pleased with himself and everything else about right then. Today was turning out better than ever. The best day ever!
He looked up at the extraterrestrials with a broad grin, "Welcome to Freeport! Transport's on the way." It took a second to weasel his way to the very front of the crowd-blast camera technology makin' every damned moron an artist-but Ryan managed it. "Alright," He addressed the crowd, standing tall. Some may have recognized him as Ryan Berentes. He was gorgeous, and he was a Hunter. He was also married, a point too often overlooked. "If everyone could just give our guests some space," A few hand waves later and he looked to the Prophet individual. "If you could just do that roar thing...." He turned back to the crowd and stepped them back. They were unwilling, for the most part. Was the press here? Oh for the love of-"Step it back, people! Ah can someone get that thing in a cave port?"
Prophet sneered at the suggestion that he roar, for one he couldn't but just the mere suggestion that he would do something so uncivilized. "Stand ASIDE!" rang out the mental shout through out the crowd, Prophet glaring angrily at all who were gathered.
For those who didn't step aside the two headed member was gestured forward and he raised his rifle, preparing to fire a few blasts above people's heads. The group clearly felt no need to fear the people here and had no compunctions against hurting them when they didn't show the respect they felt entitled to.
Almora disappeared from the roof of the ship and reappeared among the others, gripping her sword this time, anyone coming to close to the Sahd wasn't going to come near anyone again.
For those who didn't step aside the two headed member was gestured forward and he raised his rifle, preparing to fire a few blasts above people's heads. The group clearly felt no need to fear the people here and had no compunctions against hurting them when they didn't show the respect they felt entitled to.
Almora disappeared from the roof of the ship and reappeared among the others, gripping her sword this time, anyone coming to close to the Sahd wasn't going to come near anyone again.
Ryan smile-flinched as the words Stand Aside echoed through his head. In shock the crowd hushed as they experienced the same thing. Those who didn't automatically recoil did so soon enough at sight of weapons being hoisted. Ryan, and perhaps another one or two mingled in the crowd, stood there grinning. These guys were clearly impressed with the display put forth by the aliens. The audience resumed their stared from farther back, many getting back to their business upon receiving a glare.
"Very nice. Sorry about the local, they love a good show. The more violence the better! Speaking of the Hunt-" He shut off his communicator before it's rings escalated, "Transport's here!" With a wave, Ryan began to walk away from the ship as a few people in uniform pushed towards them. Again, Welcome to Freeport. Welcome to Aberash, for that matter! Your ship will be properly taken care of I assure you, these men-" the uniformed men stood before them in a bustle, "-will see to that. I've ah-" Ryan frowned at his phone for a moment, "Been appointed your temporary ambassadors until-" another look at his phone -"Alllright. Ready?"
He turned on his heel and began towards a large, glossy transporter that hovered just beyond the mingling crowds. A large orange core pulsed in it's heart, a faint orange glow cast on the ground below. Flat, octagonal, black panes indicated at windows. From the side, a large hatch was just finishing it's descent.
"Very nice. Sorry about the local, they love a good show. The more violence the better! Speaking of the Hunt-" He shut off his communicator before it's rings escalated, "Transport's here!" With a wave, Ryan began to walk away from the ship as a few people in uniform pushed towards them. Again, Welcome to Freeport. Welcome to Aberash, for that matter! Your ship will be properly taken care of I assure you, these men-" the uniformed men stood before them in a bustle, "-will see to that. I've ah-" Ryan frowned at his phone for a moment, "Been appointed your temporary ambassadors until-" another look at his phone -"Alllright. Ready?"
He turned on his heel and began towards a large, glossy transporter that hovered just beyond the mingling crowds. A large orange core pulsed in it's heart, a faint orange glow cast on the ground below. Flat, octagonal, black panes indicated at windows. From the side, a large hatch was just finishing it's descent.
The largest member of the crew remained behind, blocking the entrance hatch as the uniformed men approached him. Pillar like arms were crossed over his chest and slung on his back was what looked like a hefty shotgun. "You will not go inside." he said, biting back to urge to remind them they were mere apes before him.
Prophet and the others followed Ryan, taking seats in silence through the two headed crewman did take a moment to examine the craft they were boarding before joining the others, having to turn to the side to get their extra wide shoulders inside.
"Word of this Hunt is scarce in the Directorate, can you enlighten us on the Gargantua?" asked the winged dragonlike being, moving his long rifle to rest on the floor beside him.
Prophet and the others followed Ryan, taking seats in silence through the two headed crewman did take a moment to examine the craft they were boarding before joining the others, having to turn to the side to get their extra wide shoulders inside.
"Word of this Hunt is scarce in the Directorate, can you enlighten us on the Gargantua?" asked the winged dragonlike being, moving his long rifle to rest on the floor beside him.
Brand quickly ran into freeport escaping Gin the ladar, and Saw a large transporter. "This could be a good escape." Brand jumped onto the transporter and sticked to the walls. He saw something similar to the dragon from the ruins, but not quite. He decided it was not it and stayed on the wall.
The transporter hatches closed, strange intruder slipping by undetected, and the big machine was off into the city of Freeport. Back at the main port terminal, mechanics did their best to communicate effectively the parking of the ship. Since it was a new vessel, practically a tourist attraction, it had to be stored in a containment cave and scanned for volatile substances. A nonintrusive procedure, they assured the large crew member from a step further away than necessary. If he could just maneuver the ship right this way...
"The Gargantua!" He beamed after securing himself effectively. Not that the craft was to provide a bumpy ride, it was just some law or liability or another. For humans at least, he thought as he eyeballed the two headed crewman. "Fantastic beasts native to this here planet, the Gargantua host at their core an energy source-called the core, of course. We harvest it through great battle and we hunt them in the wild as well I suppose. Great timing, for not hearing much about it in...The Directorate? Yes, well, champions compete in a series of competitions. I myself hold the honor of being a Victor of the Hunt, if but once." He seemed very proud of this. Slightly fidgety as well, thinking of the errands that had been delayed for this little extravaganza. Ah, well.
"Interesting blaster," Ryan pointed at the rifle on the floor. The transport continued across Freeport, citizens and buildings scrolling by. Every now and then someone recognized the high tier governmental transporter for what it was and pointed at it as it hovered above,
"The Gargantua!" He beamed after securing himself effectively. Not that the craft was to provide a bumpy ride, it was just some law or liability or another. For humans at least, he thought as he eyeballed the two headed crewman. "Fantastic beasts native to this here planet, the Gargantua host at their core an energy source-called the core, of course. We harvest it through great battle and we hunt them in the wild as well I suppose. Great timing, for not hearing much about it in...The Directorate? Yes, well, champions compete in a series of competitions. I myself hold the honor of being a Victor of the Hunt, if but once." He seemed very proud of this. Slightly fidgety as well, thinking of the errands that had been delayed for this little extravaganza. Ah, well.
"Interesting blaster," Ryan pointed at the rifle on the floor. The transport continued across Freeport, citizens and buildings scrolling by. Every now and then someone recognized the high tier governmental transporter for what it was and pointed at it as it hovered above,
Brand realized the people below the ship were begining to notice him. He thought they wouldn't be any trouble, so he just stayed still. But then he heard the crew of the ship he was on talking to the military. "We have an intruder who is sneaked aboard the bottom of the ship." Brand panicked. "They wont get here in time." Brand thought. So Brand waited for only a few seconds to have military planes sneak up behind the ship. They started shooting laser beams but the ship kept moving. So they started charging a shot. Then shot lose a homing missile. Brand realized his best bet was to jump into the ocean. So he said a possible goodbye to the world, and jumped into the ocean.
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Geniti Biritege vanishes into nothingness, but you get the feeling they are heading somewhere else.
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Geniti Biritege vanishes into nothingness, but you get the feeling they are heading somewhere else.
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Suddenly, a swirling vortex appears to the north. You can see something appear in that direction.
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