Trantor. An ecumenonpolis in the Core Worlds. Nothing fancy on that note. Nothing much to its appearance beyond its golden bridges amid its sprawling urban environment, orange light in the sky even outside of dawn, with it being a bit past eight o’clock that morning according to one building’s giant clock.
Bridges for traffic that engulfed every aspect, vehicles low to the street or high in the sky beside the highest skyscrapers whose towering tips make eyes strain from below glued like flypaper.
Trains on tracks, buses on rails, starships descending from the stars or ascending to the clouds in a mist, though closer to the surface of said city street was a single speeder with some occupants in it as it navigated its way between buildings.
“Used to take those alleys to school,” a male Bith gestured from the backseat beside the right window. “Riding our bikes as kids just felt so...cool.”
“Would love to go back to the days we played as kids,” spoke a second man, an Ishi Tib. “But things change and that’s the way it is.”
This Ishi Tib was an aide for the Bith, and the Bith was the package, and the package was the job. Escort the package to the destination. Get paid. Call it a day. Same shit, different day.
Only her particular package was something in between being a politician, a corporate and a criminal, whatever that meant. The Bith needed a pair of different agents alongside the Tib, characters from the outside, was one way to put his line of business, and he didn’t seem to expect questions about it which was great because Juby didn't have many to give.
“Whose pick?”
Asked the woman, if with a different question. Sitting on the passenger’s side of her package’s ride, Juby had given her name just so, Juby, and had since introduced herself as an Apex Military Contractor.
“What?” Asked the Tib.
“This music,” Juby gestured with a tilt of her hooded head from the window to the radio. “It’s shit.”
@Dread (@Cerberus)
Bridges for traffic that engulfed every aspect, vehicles low to the street or high in the sky beside the highest skyscrapers whose towering tips make eyes strain from below glued like flypaper.
Trains on tracks, buses on rails, starships descending from the stars or ascending to the clouds in a mist, though closer to the surface of said city street was a single speeder with some occupants in it as it navigated its way between buildings.
“Used to take those alleys to school,” a male Bith gestured from the backseat beside the right window. “Riding our bikes as kids just felt so...cool.”
“Would love to go back to the days we played as kids,” spoke a second man, an Ishi Tib. “But things change and that’s the way it is.”
This Ishi Tib was an aide for the Bith, and the Bith was the package, and the package was the job. Escort the package to the destination. Get paid. Call it a day. Same shit, different day.
Only her particular package was something in between being a politician, a corporate and a criminal, whatever that meant. The Bith needed a pair of different agents alongside the Tib, characters from the outside, was one way to put his line of business, and he didn’t seem to expect questions about it which was great because Juby didn't have many to give.
“Whose pick?”
Asked the woman, if with a different question. Sitting on the passenger’s side of her package’s ride, Juby had given her name just so, Juby, and had since introduced herself as an Apex Military Contractor.
“What?” Asked the Tib.
“This music,” Juby gestured with a tilt of her hooded head from the window to the radio. “It’s shit.”
@Dread (@Cerberus)
