Makari barely waited for her to pass the keys and hop in before he leapt into the drivers seat. His thirst for this drive was insatiable - he had waited years for this moment, and now it would come to fruition. The engine hummed to life. He stretched a velour-coated arm onto the steering wheel. The antigravity units kicked to life, levitating the car off the ground.
The main console lit, bright, neon colors casting a kaleidoscope of color onto the passengers. To his credit, Makari spent a minute handling the vehicle gently; he angled it slowly, deliberately, towards the hangar. His heart fluttered, beating faster than before his first kiss. Before his election. It was an indescribable.
He touched his delicate, leather blue shoes to the pedal. The engine purred back in response. "You ready for this, Sleek?" He smiled at her once, and slammed his foot to the gas.
The car shot like a bullet out of the hangar, exploding into the busy streets of Nar Shadda. Vendors and pedestrians ducked for cover, and drivers in traffic honked and screamed at the car. Makari veered up, taking the craft higher and higher into the night sky of Nar Shadda. The grimy streets and their inhabitants became like ants, soon, as the craft veered through the hazy clouds and neon star scrapers that Nar Shadda was best known for.
Makari sped between buildings, drifted past clouds, and dove through the sky. He felt like Skap Demonds at the race. Like an ace pilot in a pitched dogfight. Like a kid on a rollercoaster. His heart was beating out of his chest. The car now climbed in altitude, parallel to a golden-glass facaded building. They could make out their reflections, swift blurs, in the glass.
Passing this building, Makari turned the craft about at slowed down, taking a breath and appreciating their surroundings. From this angle, the world of Nar Shadda was a twinkling diamond of industry and teeming with life. The lights of cars, buildings, and people meshed together into an intimate display of candy-colors that surrounded them; they were enmeshed with these colors.
Makari looked at Sleek, his soft, brown eyes gleaming with the light of the star scrapers. "This is a dream come true."
@Remileah
The main console lit, bright, neon colors casting a kaleidoscope of color onto the passengers. To his credit, Makari spent a minute handling the vehicle gently; he angled it slowly, deliberately, towards the hangar. His heart fluttered, beating faster than before his first kiss. Before his election. It was an indescribable.
He touched his delicate, leather blue shoes to the pedal. The engine purred back in response. "You ready for this, Sleek?" He smiled at her once, and slammed his foot to the gas.
The car shot like a bullet out of the hangar, exploding into the busy streets of Nar Shadda. Vendors and pedestrians ducked for cover, and drivers in traffic honked and screamed at the car. Makari veered up, taking the craft higher and higher into the night sky of Nar Shadda. The grimy streets and their inhabitants became like ants, soon, as the craft veered through the hazy clouds and neon star scrapers that Nar Shadda was best known for.
Makari sped between buildings, drifted past clouds, and dove through the sky. He felt like Skap Demonds at the race. Like an ace pilot in a pitched dogfight. Like a kid on a rollercoaster. His heart was beating out of his chest. The car now climbed in altitude, parallel to a golden-glass facaded building. They could make out their reflections, swift blurs, in the glass.
Passing this building, Makari turned the craft about at slowed down, taking a breath and appreciating their surroundings. From this angle, the world of Nar Shadda was a twinkling diamond of industry and teeming with life. The lights of cars, buildings, and people meshed together into an intimate display of candy-colors that surrounded them; they were enmeshed with these colors.
Makari looked at Sleek, his soft, brown eyes gleaming with the light of the star scrapers. "This is a dream come true."
@Remileah
