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10 Characters Here
Elizabeth Peschke [14]
Devrim bin Ziad al-Ev [1] Premier of the Union, close ally of the Soviet State and 'father' of the Sadik.
Tai Zacinjen [0] "Flames, such tender flames, nipping at skin like a hyena at a corpse......."
Selena Wulfric [0] WIP
Kharma X [0] Easy going, hostile when necessary.
Ysolt [0]
Ruri Eadberht [0] "What...What have I do..? I...I shouldn't be alive..no..no..they..they all died..because of me..every like one of them...my friends..crewmates..and even him...all dead because of me!""
Wise Mike [0] One of the Elders
Satomi [0] WIP.
Fae [0] "Why wont you tell me...What i really am?"
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Aerilyn gave Ahmad's hand a squeeze, glad she had chosen to stand do her dominant hand was still free. This was why she was here. They spoke of great thigns, things greater by far than her. But she was here for moral support for one man. Still she didn't trust that...Kampf, was his name?
Something in his eyes.
Something in his eyes.
; While Regievko stood back from the podium a great silence went across the atrium before the Hykan looked to his side with his head bowed at the mention of the homeworld. As he continued walking the lights finally began to dim and the atrium was returned to a natural ambiance in the harsh light from the main star of the system. In the inky blackness beyond the lights of starship, various military and civilian craft, were like shooting stars through the void beyond. When Regievko turned to look over his shoulder the Prime Minister slid both of his hands together before he spoke.
“For nearly six centuries our homeworld has been untouched, a world reclaimed in the glory of Terran brothers we’re so eager to help ... “ As the microphone was squelched, the video link to the airscreens were severed. While Regievko adjusted his handkerchief the bulkhead leading to the podium drew apart once more and the Coalition marines were seen assuming positions either side of the Prime Minister in a staggered formation.
“This is only the beginning, only the start of their end. Scatter is on the precipice of reclamation ... just like their planet is.”
“For nearly six centuries our homeworld has been untouched, a world reclaimed in the glory of Terran brothers we’re so eager to help ... “ As the microphone was squelched, the video link to the airscreens were severed. While Regievko adjusted his handkerchief the bulkhead leading to the podium drew apart once more and the Coalition marines were seen assuming positions either side of the Prime Minister in a staggered formation.
“This is only the beginning, only the start of their end. Scatter is on the precipice of reclamation ... just like their planet is.”
Untouched. There mere thought sent a shiver down his spine. No doubt it was overgrown beyond recognition now, but the thought of standing on Steel Square again made his blood run cold, if that was possible. Thoughts of a home long forgotten inhabited his mind once more, of a war so bitterly remembered in their transplanted home.
"Minister?" Asked Josef, "If I might have a moment of your time?" A moment, no doubt, that could lead to several more. This talk of Scatter had, no doubt, excited him, but it was certainly not going to derail his other thoughts. No, not when that oddest of feelings lurked in his mind. It felt, almost, like fear.
With a shift did the Belkan realign the coat on his shoulders, his martial frame bisected by the white swordbelt he wore, a light sigh escaping his lips as he glanced to the marines on either side of the man, looking at them as a falcon would a rabbit. "Let us speak, leader to leader..."
"... Josef to Josef?"
"Minister?" Asked Josef, "If I might have a moment of your time?" A moment, no doubt, that could lead to several more. This talk of Scatter had, no doubt, excited him, but it was certainly not going to derail his other thoughts. No, not when that oddest of feelings lurked in his mind. It felt, almost, like fear.
With a shift did the Belkan realign the coat on his shoulders, his martial frame bisected by the white swordbelt he wore, a light sigh escaping his lips as he glanced to the marines on either side of the man, looking at them as a falcon would a rabbit. "Let us speak, leader to leader..."
"... Josef to Josef?"
Jelisaveta's eyes flickered between Regievko and Kampf, her lips drawing into a wider line, her eyebrows increasing the curve of their arch. With one finger, she rubbed the side of her gold wedding band, feeling the familiar engraved lettering. One side in Cyrillic script, the other in Latin. Intertwined, overlapping, mirror images yet diametrically opposed and irreconcilable but for the brief contact that they made in passing. Much like the two men she now observed before her. The Colonel who refused to introduce herself that way now seemed almost bored... until the smallest hint of a smile began to creep into the corner of her lips. Fazari caught this strange expression, but he found himself without the faintest idea of what it meant.
; As Regievko continued away he gestured as he left earshot of the Belkan delegation. The platform leading up to the podium and tunnel was only able to sustain one person crossing at a time, but a pair of marines were standing near the walkway linking the two groups together, one of them replying a line of code into a headset on his person.
“There’s a Governor wishing to speak soon, man wants to make Terra a State ... we’ll be leaving through here,” Regievko said while waiting at the bulkhead, the lighting above now focused on the platform down below, a large forum complex with numerous pulpits for the various representative groups of the Coalition as a roaring mob of voices were heard.
“But it is a different time, we have to remember.” Regievko rolled his eyes when he clicked his tongue at the sound of the aforementioned Governor pressing his mouth too close to the microphone. While Regievko turned back towards the bulkhead, several other marines were walking through the tunnel in front of him.
“And a different time means a subtle ... change, of the status quo.”
“There’s a Governor wishing to speak soon, man wants to make Terra a State ... we’ll be leaving through here,” Regievko said while waiting at the bulkhead, the lighting above now focused on the platform down below, a large forum complex with numerous pulpits for the various representative groups of the Coalition as a roaring mob of voices were heard.
“But it is a different time, we have to remember.” Regievko rolled his eyes when he clicked his tongue at the sound of the aforementioned Governor pressing his mouth too close to the microphone. While Regievko turned back towards the bulkhead, several other marines were walking through the tunnel in front of him.
“And a different time means a subtle ... change, of the status quo.”
The Belkan ceased his attempts at speaking with the Hykan, seeing that the man had no interest in the wisdom of another. A pity that, how shocked these political slaves would be when the alien counter-offensive began. But, out of all the powers, who would they look to for guidance? The Emperor mused on the topic for a moment as he stood, soon accompanied by several of his subjects, Diesing looking to him with a curious glance.
"I would assume, my lord, they would not hear your warning?" The bespectacled man, obviously once a pinnacle of athletic conditioning, still bore a hint of his own martial bearing - replaced now with the cold, calculating mind of a diplomat. Josef didn't bother returning his glance, there was no need to, instead he simply spoke.
"You would be correct, lord Diesing." A sigh was emitted from the elderly noble, looking after where the one known as Regievko had filed off too.
"They will be caught entirely off-guard." Spoke the graying aide, his own hands mimicking the motion of his lord's.
"I'm not sure that's to our disadvantage, Leopold."
"I would assume, my lord, they would not hear your warning?" The bespectacled man, obviously once a pinnacle of athletic conditioning, still bore a hint of his own martial bearing - replaced now with the cold, calculating mind of a diplomat. Josef didn't bother returning his glance, there was no need to, instead he simply spoke.
"You would be correct, lord Diesing." A sigh was emitted from the elderly noble, looking after where the one known as Regievko had filed off too.
"They will be caught entirely off-guard." Spoke the graying aide, his own hands mimicking the motion of his lord's.
"I'm not sure that's to our disadvantage, Leopold."
; While the pilot lights glinted and glimmered along the hull of the 200 meter long civilian liner, the superstructure of the orbital elevator’s harbor began to near a large docking house as a small fleet of drones were seen gliding along the keel of the vessel. As the planet of Hydelli spun beneath them, a supercell of dark, rainy weather was leaving the hemisphere of the planet and revealing a great expanse of lush green plateau dotted with white topped mountains and deep oceans of blue and green.
“Kodiak Flights and Transports welcomes you to our third destination of Hydelli, and the last stop in the Razorbacks before we continue on to our final destination of Legis in the Forge.”
As the other Scatterrans in the flight began unbuckling their seats and retrieving their baggage, two plainclothes officers met in the center of the craft’s large disembarking atrium. When one of the officer’s waved a hand to a flight crewman and the umbilical between the star harbor and the craft became linked, the door hissed open while a flight attendant began verifying IDs of the outgoing passengers.
“Thank you for choosing Kodiak for your secure transport needs, and we hope you enjoy your time on Hydelli.”
When another two plainclothes officers approached the others at the umbilical door, one of the Scatterran officials bore the emblem of the ITDM Special Police, while the other shared the same insignia as the others, a crouching bird of the Federal Bureau of Police.
“Hope you enjoy your stay everyone, have your identification ready for the attendant; those who are momentarily leaving the flight to return later will have forty minutes on the station before this flight embarks for the Forge.”
“Kodiak Flights and Transports welcomes you to our third destination of Hydelli, and the last stop in the Razorbacks before we continue on to our final destination of Legis in the Forge.”
As the other Scatterrans in the flight began unbuckling their seats and retrieving their baggage, two plainclothes officers met in the center of the craft’s large disembarking atrium. When one of the officer’s waved a hand to a flight crewman and the umbilical between the star harbor and the craft became linked, the door hissed open while a flight attendant began verifying IDs of the outgoing passengers.
“Thank you for choosing Kodiak for your secure transport needs, and we hope you enjoy your time on Hydelli.”
When another two plainclothes officers approached the others at the umbilical door, one of the Scatterran officials bore the emblem of the ITDM Special Police, while the other shared the same insignia as the others, a crouching bird of the Federal Bureau of Police.
“Hope you enjoy your stay everyone, have your identification ready for the attendant; those who are momentarily leaving the flight to return later will have forty minutes on the station before this flight embarks for the Forge.”
Aerilyn got out her ID and shouldered her bag. It had all of her clothes in it. Two changes really. She needed more. The...the dress suit was hanging back in Ahmad's closet. That did not count among her clothes.
With her hair in a high ponytail, she was ready to go, arms covered in her usual red jacket. She had been assured that everything was fine and she could travel. This was her chance. She didn't want to go straight to...to where she was from. But she could poke around here, in peace, and it'd be fine. Fereira was in charge fo triton's detail...and Ahmad refused security anyway.
With her hair in a high ponytail, she was ready to go, arms covered in her usual red jacket. She had been assured that everything was fine and she could travel. This was her chance. She didn't want to go straight to...to where she was from. But she could poke around here, in peace, and it'd be fine. Fereira was in charge fo triton's detail...and Ahmad refused security anyway.
; While the orbital harbor serviced anywhere from three to four dozen starships at a time, the traffic and flow diverging into specific lanes towards any number of twelve star elevators across the planet. While the equatorial position of the Dadek Harbor made the blue Zaba Ocean stretch out beneath, the tiny patch of land the orbital lift was constructed upon could only seen by looking immediately down. The umbilical leading away from the ship was encapsulated with a rigid body of metal, but was transparent at several points to allow a view as they crossed a ten meter gap between craft and the station to be received by a waiting Scatterran attendant wearing a blue and white attire matching the outfit of a man at the attendant desk next to her.
“Welcome to Dadek Harbor, Zegen Sesha daar!” The woman said brightly with a smile, despite being Azrik her pronunciation of an otherwise foreign language was well, and as she handed the woman a pamphlet she took a hand up again to wave at the next person in line behind there.
“Welcome to Dadek Harbor ... “
“The next shuttle to Botso Landing will be leaving in twenty minutes.”
Amidst the sudden rush of activity, large airscreens on a far wall were relaying flight times outbound and inbound, as well as shuttle times leaving to the surface of the planet at several locations. Through one of the large windows behind the airscreen, the sunlight from Hydelli’s yellow star was snuffed out as the hull of a Scatterran Navy cruiser was seen eclipsing the station in a close pass.
“Welcome to Dadek Harbor, Zegen Sesha daar!” The woman said brightly with a smile, despite being Azrik her pronunciation of an otherwise foreign language was well, and as she handed the woman a pamphlet she took a hand up again to wave at the next person in line behind there.
“Welcome to Dadek Harbor ... “
“The next shuttle to Botso Landing will be leaving in twenty minutes.”
Amidst the sudden rush of activity, large airscreens on a far wall were relaying flight times outbound and inbound, as well as shuttle times leaving to the surface of the planet at several locations. Through one of the large windows behind the airscreen, the sunlight from Hydelli’s yellow star was snuffed out as the hull of a Scatterran Navy cruiser was seen eclipsing the station in a close pass.
Zegen Sesha daar? What did that mean? Aerilyn nodded silently and walked on, looking around. Botso Landing huh? To take it or not. Honestly, at this point, Aerilyn didn't know. Where to? Aerilyn paused and thought it over. Well, she had enough money it didn't much matter did it? Between frugal living and the guys dying and her income... Aerilyn shurgged and followed to signs to Botso Landing.
Sesha. Well, she was apparently recognizably a Sesha. That was interesting. She never had been recognizably anything before. Aerilyn smiled.
Sesha. Well, she was apparently recognizably a Sesha. That was interesting. She never had been recognizably anything before. Aerilyn smiled.
; On the path to the shuttle docks, teams of gray-clothed troopers with the acronym NEO labeled on their backs were positioned at checkpoints, most notably as the section of the terminal passed along a line of Scatterran Navy starships under service. For the most curious, peeking through the 60 meter tall viewports that lined the structure the definitive marks of carbon scarring and battle damage could be seen along the hulls of the starships. Despite a hideous breach of it’s hull just stern of the vessel’s main structure, the kill markings of four Aschen ships were positioned against the letters and numbers OG887.
“Keep it easy, anyone who’s disembarking to go to the shuttles stay in the line on your right!” A NEO trooper commanded as him and three other sentries manned a checkpoint guarding the terminal entrance to a Scatterran Navy frigate.
“Anyone who’s moving to terminals K500 through L300 stay on the left and you’ll be directed to the detour terminal.” When the other trooper spoke, a number of the men and women in the left line let out a combined protest with grunting and sighing.
“Keep it moving, don’t waste any time! Come on people, shuttle’s that way.”
“Keep it easy, anyone who’s disembarking to go to the shuttles stay in the line on your right!” A NEO trooper commanded as him and three other sentries manned a checkpoint guarding the terminal entrance to a Scatterran Navy frigate.
“Anyone who’s moving to terminals K500 through L300 stay on the left and you’ll be directed to the detour terminal.” When the other trooper spoke, a number of the men and women in the left line let out a combined protest with grunting and sighing.
“Keep it moving, don’t waste any time! Come on people, shuttle’s that way.”
Geez. Looked worse than the Imp had, when she was on board. She thought, at least. Aerilyn had never gotten a good look at the outside, after all. She stayed on the right, moving towards the shuttle as she could. Explore an unfamiliar planet on her own? Aerilyn grinned.
This would be fun. "Four, huh? Good job." she murmured, pleased. Stupid Aschen. She wasn't even on her own...well, the planet she had settled on now, thanks to this lot.
This would be fun. "Four, huh? Good job." she murmured, pleased. Stupid Aschen. She wasn't even on her own...well, the planet she had settled on now, thanks to this lot.
; Continuing on to the right the terminal narrowed into one single hallway, the lesser traffic of the walkway running in one lane with automatic floors situated near the walls, while most of the traffic was focused one way there were duos of the similar gray-garbed NEO infantry patrolling through the station with rifles over their shoulder. While various airscreens were showing everything from television shows to flight times, the other Scatterran at Dadek all appeared to be quickly moving to and fro, especially down to the surface of the planet.
“Please report any suspicious activity or concerns to the Station Authorities.”
Walking towards the station terminals from the shuttle docks, two NEO troopers were accompanied by a lumbering, clumsy appearing canine. Obviously genetically engineered, the animal’s predatory attention moved between all the Scatterrans it could turn a nose towards. As the NEO trooper adjusted a control module in his hand, the dog closed two dark eyes and walked closer towards the feet of the soldier. As they passed, the structure of the orbital harbor widened to accommodate the smaller shuttle craft used to bring people down to the planet, a small terminal with two attendants addressing a crowd.
“The shuttle to Botso Landing is now preparing to board, have your identifications ready.”
“Please report any suspicious activity or concerns to the Station Authorities.”
Walking towards the station terminals from the shuttle docks, two NEO troopers were accompanied by a lumbering, clumsy appearing canine. Obviously genetically engineered, the animal’s predatory attention moved between all the Scatterrans it could turn a nose towards. As the NEO trooper adjusted a control module in his hand, the dog closed two dark eyes and walked closer towards the feet of the soldier. As they passed, the structure of the orbital harbor widened to accommodate the smaller shuttle craft used to bring people down to the planet, a small terminal with two attendants addressing a crowd.
“The shuttle to Botso Landing is now preparing to board, have your identifications ready.”
Aerilyn got her ID out again, wondering why she had even bothered to put it up. This place was positively dripping with security. She didn't even want to know what breed of dog that thing was. Suddenly, she was glad she had been talked into leaving her big guns with Fereira.
That woman was a bigger gun nut than Aerilyn! She'd take good care of Aeri's baby.
That woman was a bigger gun nut than Aerilyn! She'd take good care of Aeri's baby.
; When the attendant took the ID, he held it to a nearby device that operated with a simple tone and he handed it back at her. As other Scatterrans were boarding, they walked through a similar umbilical to the others across the terminal. Ahead of them the shuttle was built in a sleek frame to help with the troubles of entering the atmosphere; while the others continued boarding, the pleasant insides and furniture of the shuttle was much less compact than the star-liner.
“Ladies and gentlemen we’re ready to make for planetside as soon as everyone is in their seat and locked in.”
As the voice of the Captain faded, the door separating the cabins slid apart as another plainclothes officer was seen, the sidearm near his hip poorly hidden by the clothes he wore. While he walked up the lane he looked over the passengers and attendants to verify that everyone was strapped in and ready.
“Ladies and gentlemen we’re ready to make for planetside as soon as everyone is in their seat and locked in.”
As the voice of the Captain faded, the door separating the cabins slid apart as another plainclothes officer was seen, the sidearm near his hip poorly hidden by the clothes he wore. While he walked up the lane he looked over the passengers and attendants to verify that everyone was strapped in and ready.
Aerilyn's lips twitched as she noticed the side arm and she ducked a head to keep from laughing. Well someone was new. She strapped in and grinned slightly, more amused then not. Would they show IDs again on landing? Aerilyn didn't know, but tucked hers away securely.
She knew she wasn't...well...defenseless. But seeing his gun made her feel naked. She hand't wanted to break any arms laws with her own guns, so had left them behidn, for the first time in years.
She knew she wasn't...well...defenseless. But seeing his gun made her feel naked. She hand't wanted to break any arms laws with her own guns, so had left them behidn, for the first time in years.
; After the plainclothes moved into the next cabin the shuttle disengaged it’s magnetic lock to the umbilical and docks, the main method used ‘at anchor’. The vessel went through a shuddering before the other umbilicals and fixtures were removed, letting the shuttle quietly begin to descend almost immediately down from the orbital station. It wasn’t until they had passed the farthest ‘station line’, a 5km strip of metal held at orbit from the station, that the horizon was finally lost and the blackness of space as now a tiny mote of dark above.
“Ladies and gentlemen we will be landing in Botso in thirty minutes, we will now begin serving refreshments.”
As the Captain clicked off the voice-comm the steadiness of the flight allowed attendants carrying various drinks and food with themselves. As one of the attendants came up the lane with a small rolling platter.
“Ladies and gentlemen we will be landing in Botso in thirty minutes, we will now begin serving refreshments.”
As the Captain clicked off the voice-comm the steadiness of the flight allowed attendants carrying various drinks and food with themselves. As one of the attendants came up the lane with a small rolling platter.
Aerilyn watched the attendant approach and wondered what to get. Just a water would be good, and it was likely a bottled water as it was. She quietly waited her turn, observing the others. Quietly, when asked, she responded. "A water, please." She murmured, not letting her voice get too loud.
She knew she had a Terran accent, and didn't even want to think about how odd it likely sounded for a Seshan to have a distinctly not Seshan accent.
She knew she had a Terran accent, and didn't even want to think about how odd it likely sounded for a Seshan to have a distinctly not Seshan accent.
; The attendant reached into the dolly to pull at a bottle of water, twisting at the cap and offering it at the woman before she moved the dolly forward again to service the man seated next to her, who didn’t have the same considerations and ordered a glass of hard liquor. As the Oriyak man seated by the aisle slid his drink onto the plate in front of him.
“There you go sir.” The attendant replied before a plainclothes officer was seen trying to walk in the opposite direction of the aisle. As the shuttle broke through the clouds, the landscape below turned into a hinterland of low shrubs and trees; human habitations could be seen from the sky above, blocks of grey and brown along straight roads through an endless wilderness stretching towards the interior of the continent.
“We are now on our terminal approach to Botso Landing.” The attendant replied as she moved to let the plainclothes officer move past her, muttering something to himself and then continuing on into the other cabin.
“Please put up your tray tables and fasten your belts.”
“There you go sir.” The attendant replied before a plainclothes officer was seen trying to walk in the opposite direction of the aisle. As the shuttle broke through the clouds, the landscape below turned into a hinterland of low shrubs and trees; human habitations could be seen from the sky above, blocks of grey and brown along straight roads through an endless wilderness stretching towards the interior of the continent.
“We are now on our terminal approach to Botso Landing.” The attendant replied as she moved to let the plainclothes officer move past her, muttering something to himself and then continuing on into the other cabin.
“Please put up your tray tables and fasten your belts.”
She was surprise she even got the drink in the 30 minutes the trip took. Aerilyn accepted the bottle and sipped it, having never lowered her tray table. Not much point given how long she was there. The woman smiled though at the attendant and at the view she could just catch.
So this was...It occured to Aerilyn other than where she was landing, she didn't really know where she was. Oops.
So this was...It occured to Aerilyn other than where she was landing, she didn't really know where she was. Oops.
; When the shuttle broke the final 10km to the surface of the planet, the massive ion jets powering the craft were angled downwards to counteract the assaulting force of re-entry while the craft began to align itself with an almost kilometer long runway. With a mechanical groan the landing gears of the airjet were deployed as the shuttle finally came thundering from orbit to land at a speed of nearly a hundred miles an hour before attempting to slowly brake to a crawl. As the vessel continued to roll down the runway, the infamous shudder of the vessel handling the stresses rocked the craft until the passive growl of the ion engines was all that remained.
“We have arrived in our destination at Botso Landing, you are free to leave the cabin now.” The Captain replied before the voice link was squelched once again, and now the two plainclothes officers were positioned at both exits of the shuttle with attendants directing the others in between them.
“Welcome to Botso, capitol of Hydelli and the Federal capitol of the Razorbacks, please, for any information regarding destinations consult the Federal Kiosk at the atrium.” As the plainclothes ushered people off of the vessel, the open air of the facility would be a welcomed break from the stuffy air of space stations.
“We have arrived in our destination at Botso Landing, you are free to leave the cabin now.” The Captain replied before the voice link was squelched once again, and now the two plainclothes officers were positioned at both exits of the shuttle with attendants directing the others in between them.
“Welcome to Botso, capitol of Hydelli and the Federal capitol of the Razorbacks, please, for any information regarding destinations consult the Federal Kiosk at the atrium.” As the plainclothes ushered people off of the vessel, the open air of the facility would be a welcomed break from the stuffy air of space stations.
Open air. Aerilyn got out of the way and paused, smiling brightly as she stood there, a breeze ruffling her bangs in greeting. Wonderful. The air here was different, but still wonderful, and the young woman walked on to the Kiosk in the atrium.
She took her time though, enjoying the feeling of air currents, natural air currents once again. Let other rush about like fools. She was letting the air currents here greet her, and bring her stories. She could hear so much better here too!
It was hard not t give in to the urge to twirl in sheer delight. Too bad she didn't know anyone here to show her around. Oh wel, the Kisok would give her an idea of where to go.
She took her time though, enjoying the feeling of air currents, natural air currents once again. Let other rush about like fools. She was letting the air currents here greet her, and bring her stories. She could hear so much better here too!
It was hard not t give in to the urge to twirl in sheer delight. Too bad she didn't know anyone here to show her around. Oh wel, the Kisok would give her an idea of where to go.
; The structure of Botso Landing’s one hundred meter tall main terminal reached up to loft the administration and security center of the terminal above the platform. While numerous Scatterrans of various races were disembarking the shuttle with their luggage, tourists were distinguished from natives as people either moved to locate a vehicle or transport away from the terminal, or stayed in the compacted grind of the terminal taking people to other locations across the planet as well as the orbital facilities.
Down here, on the surface of Hydelli, things looked much different. Not before long, a pair of sirens pierced the air and the crowds were splitting apart for a trio of heavily armed FBP patrol backed by two sleek FBP Controller squad cars.
“Move aside, move the fuck aside!” The officer shouted while cradling the carbine against his shoulder. As the flow of traffic brought more people towards the scene, other officers were directing people to a detour around the small section of walkway where it appeared a man had collapsed and hit his head while unconscious.
“Keep moving people, if you’re leaving the terminal for Botso keep heading to the right! Have your ID ready as you near the exit!”
Down here, on the surface of Hydelli, things looked much different. Not before long, a pair of sirens pierced the air and the crowds were splitting apart for a trio of heavily armed FBP patrol backed by two sleek FBP Controller squad cars.
“Move aside, move the fuck aside!” The officer shouted while cradling the carbine against his shoulder. As the flow of traffic brought more people towards the scene, other officers were directing people to a detour around the small section of walkway where it appeared a man had collapsed and hit his head while unconscious.
“Keep moving people, if you’re leaving the terminal for Botso keep heading to the right! Have your ID ready as you near the exit!”
Aerilyn readied her ID and kept moving, frowning at the sight og the man, and slowing down slightly. She had no skills, and they had it under control. They didn't need ehr here and it wasn't a lace she could just take command like she did in the field.
An otherwise unremarkable patron entered the ancient hall, the stone walls and arches, despite their age and strength, seemed to buckle and bow in the slightest hints as he slowly stepped by - black boots polished to a sheen slithering from beneath the skirt of his onyx overcoat with each step. Row by row of pews passed by until the Scatterran reached the third from the first, nary a noise coming from his form as he moved to sit, white-gloved hands pinching the fiber visor of his cap to reveal a healthy head of Austran hair, parted professionally from years of practice.
Lightly did the cover find itself sitting in the man's lap, his left leg crossed with his right. A quick glance from one of the nearby holy men was soon silenced and sent back to its place with a cold glare, his hands concerned with drawing the cherry rosary from his mantel's breast pocket as he returned his gaze to what lay before him - an artifact of the time before. One of the many relics the churches so proudly held in the days before the Exodus, proof that God's Empire was once mighty.
Once powerful enough to rival his own.
Silently did his fingers rub the wooden beads, the gilded triangle hanging from the bottom of the cord jostling slightly with the effort.
Lightly did the cover find itself sitting in the man's lap, his left leg crossed with his right. A quick glance from one of the nearby holy men was soon silenced and sent back to its place with a cold glare, his hands concerned with drawing the cherry rosary from his mantel's breast pocket as he returned his gaze to what lay before him - an artifact of the time before. One of the many relics the churches so proudly held in the days before the Exodus, proof that God's Empire was once mighty.
Once powerful enough to rival his own.
Silently did his fingers rub the wooden beads, the gilded triangle hanging from the bottom of the cord jostling slightly with the effort.
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