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Fortuna Station revolved around the planet for which it was named, both physically and metaphorically. The city catered to those coming to and from the desert planet, allowing a place for ships to refuel and for their passengers to stock up on the necessary items. Naturally, the crime rates were astounding.
The station had hollowed out Fortuna's moon. As a small moon, smaller even than Earth's, the station housed well over three million souls, and was a bustling center of trade. If you needed something not strictly legal, you went to Fortuna Station. Including assassins, if the blatant "Problem Solvers" advertisements were anything to go by. The inner recesses housed the rich and powerful. Those with a view of Fortuna's sandy surface were the beggars and thieves.
Ren Shida stood in the middle, as an outsider. Clearly foreign, humans were an uncommon thing this far out of Exo space. At least three different civilized systems stood between the nearest colony and Fortuna, meaning that he was more foreign than ever before. Despite this, he wasn't particularly worried. In a brightly lit spot of neon, he was confident that nobody would try to shank him. And if they did...well, Fortuna Station was lawless enough that nobody would mind too much if he put down someone that shot first.
He leaned against a nearby wall, mildly amused by watching the child of another species point at him and chatter in her foreign language to her parent, who seemed distressed by their child's antics and was attempting to herd them away. The idea of raising a child on Fortuna Station gave him mild anxiety attacks--too many things could go wrong. Mercenary groups in constant war over who got to control the trade, the ever looming threat of the Admiralty Board catching their trail and deciding to blast the moon they resided on to pebbles.
The half-blood scanned the plaza again, looking for any sign of the Treasure Hunting band that he was supposed to be meeting. Or rather, whoever it was that they sent to accompany him while they bought the necessary supplies for their expedition on the planets surface.
Supposedly, he was to be meeting another human. Although he had neither gotten description nor picture, but he did get a name, likely due to whomever he was corresponding with being of another species. If all aliens of the same species looked the same to him, he imagined that all humans looked the same to aliens. Considering the lack of humans on the station, Ren doubted that it would be too difficult to find his contact.
There, that has to be him.
Ren pushed away from the wall and began wading through the crowd, keeping his head down. "Hello," he greeted the other human from a bit of a distance, giving him time to respond. "Callan, maybe?" he asked, sizing the other man up. Taller than him, and definitely not someone he'd want to fight in hand to hand combat. He'd be willing to believe this human was part of a Treasure Hunting team. Seemed the type, at least.
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@Spectre of the Fade
The station had hollowed out Fortuna's moon. As a small moon, smaller even than Earth's, the station housed well over three million souls, and was a bustling center of trade. If you needed something not strictly legal, you went to Fortuna Station. Including assassins, if the blatant "Problem Solvers" advertisements were anything to go by. The inner recesses housed the rich and powerful. Those with a view of Fortuna's sandy surface were the beggars and thieves.
Ren Shida stood in the middle, as an outsider. Clearly foreign, humans were an uncommon thing this far out of Exo space. At least three different civilized systems stood between the nearest colony and Fortuna, meaning that he was more foreign than ever before. Despite this, he wasn't particularly worried. In a brightly lit spot of neon, he was confident that nobody would try to shank him. And if they did...well, Fortuna Station was lawless enough that nobody would mind too much if he put down someone that shot first.
He leaned against a nearby wall, mildly amused by watching the child of another species point at him and chatter in her foreign language to her parent, who seemed distressed by their child's antics and was attempting to herd them away. The idea of raising a child on Fortuna Station gave him mild anxiety attacks--too many things could go wrong. Mercenary groups in constant war over who got to control the trade, the ever looming threat of the Admiralty Board catching their trail and deciding to blast the moon they resided on to pebbles.
The half-blood scanned the plaza again, looking for any sign of the Treasure Hunting band that he was supposed to be meeting. Or rather, whoever it was that they sent to accompany him while they bought the necessary supplies for their expedition on the planets surface.
Supposedly, he was to be meeting another human. Although he had neither gotten description nor picture, but he did get a name, likely due to whomever he was corresponding with being of another species. If all aliens of the same species looked the same to him, he imagined that all humans looked the same to aliens. Considering the lack of humans on the station, Ren doubted that it would be too difficult to find his contact.
There, that has to be him.
Ren pushed away from the wall and began wading through the crowd, keeping his head down. "Hello," he greeted the other human from a bit of a distance, giving him time to respond. "Callan, maybe?" he asked, sizing the other man up. Taller than him, and definitely not someone he'd want to fight in hand to hand combat. He'd be willing to believe this human was part of a Treasure Hunting team. Seemed the type, at least.
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@Spectre of the Fade
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