Milo didn't know Zira's brother, couldn't speak for him as he could hardly live by the words he believed in, but fighting for his trust had to have been worth more than what either of them were doing now. An addict on the run from his addiction and a slave to her beliefs as much as a collar. "It isn't just about surviving, but living, Zira. I'm not a good man, or a hero, but good folk don't seek or need rewards." There had been plenty of them in his life, men, women, and others alike who had offered him chances, taught him the lessons of life, even so far as to educate him. He owed them everything and in exchange all they wanted was a cigarra, a moment of his time, or his attention.
Nothing was peddled, neither was there any deceiving promise. Just honesty, and the galaxy gave them their due. The tiefling wasn't wrong, it was rarely pleasant. "They care anyway." He didn't have the luxury of keeping his head down, urchins who did starve. Even with action he had on many occasions, it was through sheer luck or fate that he had not ended up dead in some gutter due to either malnourishment or overdose, especially as old as he was.
Despite the peaceful yet awe inspiring shimmer of hyperspace, the vagabond's breath hitched upon the sight of Kuat. It appeared greater than any image he had seen upon the holonet, only bolstered by the warships which floated around the ring in a standard defensive posture. Fresh ships-of-the-line were set free while the skeletons of newer constructions had only just begun to take shape. He caught sight of a handful of older ships, being retrofitted in many of the same hangars, that he knew by heart purely through his study of the more recent naval battles. "Woah."
The vagabond was glued to the window, his palms pressing against it as though he could reach out and touch the shipyard itself, nearly drooling on himself as they passed over it and began to descend into the atmosphere proper. When at last the ring disappeared he peeled himself free but rather than be taken with disappointment he carried a new sense of excitement which colored his expression. With an innocent grin and eager, darting eyes he impatiently waited for the ship to land, not even paying the city any mind.
"Come on," he urged Zira the very moment they touched down, and was the first out of his seat. He nearly bowled over the crowd ahead of them just to be the first off the ship but he was far too skinny for such a maneuver. This pattern repeated itself as they passed through Kuat City's starport, yet he tempered it with caution as he never strayed too far from the slave.
Kuat City put an end to that youthful vim. Much like Empress Teta it held a handful of grand spires, mimicking the shipyards above, and down low it was just as gray. It didn't take long for the vagrant to spot the border between the tourist attracting thoroughfares and the poorer districts just a street away. Society had a way of neglecting infrastructure and cleanliness where it wasn't profitable. Milo shouldn't have expected anything different.
Yet rather than dwell on it, or what came next, he fished a hand into his pocket to count his credits and started walking down the spotless streets. Rather than the bazaars or squat shops he was familiar with, there was instead a long line of well designed shops with goods in the window intended to catch the eyes of fresh arrivals or the soon to depart, to give them their first or last taste of Kuat. It was through these windows that he scanned, looking for something. "We're standing on history, you know. There aren't too many planets more influential in the galaxy than Kuat. There have likely been more wars in this galaxy that had had Kuati ships in them than not," a bit of a stretch but not enough to undermine his words. "And I've got my feet on it. Kriff, the places I would love to see."
Yet that would be for another time as his voice rose, "Ah!" Finding what he was looking for the man motioned for the tiefling to join him as he approached a droid operated cart. While he had been looking for a bakery this was far more convenient, and likely cheaper. It was an ice cream cart, without much of line either as it wasn't long before he selected some sort of fruity selection while handing over enough credits to cover the both of them. "Here's your chance, pick something," he encouraged.
It was a waste of something they had spent effort in acquiring but the perks of freedom needed to be enjoyed. It wouldn’t be long until they had to figure out what came next.
Nothing was peddled, neither was there any deceiving promise. Just honesty, and the galaxy gave them their due. The tiefling wasn't wrong, it was rarely pleasant. "They care anyway." He didn't have the luxury of keeping his head down, urchins who did starve. Even with action he had on many occasions, it was through sheer luck or fate that he had not ended up dead in some gutter due to either malnourishment or overdose, especially as old as he was.
Despite the peaceful yet awe inspiring shimmer of hyperspace, the vagabond's breath hitched upon the sight of Kuat. It appeared greater than any image he had seen upon the holonet, only bolstered by the warships which floated around the ring in a standard defensive posture. Fresh ships-of-the-line were set free while the skeletons of newer constructions had only just begun to take shape. He caught sight of a handful of older ships, being retrofitted in many of the same hangars, that he knew by heart purely through his study of the more recent naval battles. "Woah."
The vagabond was glued to the window, his palms pressing against it as though he could reach out and touch the shipyard itself, nearly drooling on himself as they passed over it and began to descend into the atmosphere proper. When at last the ring disappeared he peeled himself free but rather than be taken with disappointment he carried a new sense of excitement which colored his expression. With an innocent grin and eager, darting eyes he impatiently waited for the ship to land, not even paying the city any mind.
"Come on," he urged Zira the very moment they touched down, and was the first out of his seat. He nearly bowled over the crowd ahead of them just to be the first off the ship but he was far too skinny for such a maneuver. This pattern repeated itself as they passed through Kuat City's starport, yet he tempered it with caution as he never strayed too far from the slave.
Kuat City put an end to that youthful vim. Much like Empress Teta it held a handful of grand spires, mimicking the shipyards above, and down low it was just as gray. It didn't take long for the vagrant to spot the border between the tourist attracting thoroughfares and the poorer districts just a street away. Society had a way of neglecting infrastructure and cleanliness where it wasn't profitable. Milo shouldn't have expected anything different.
Yet rather than dwell on it, or what came next, he fished a hand into his pocket to count his credits and started walking down the spotless streets. Rather than the bazaars or squat shops he was familiar with, there was instead a long line of well designed shops with goods in the window intended to catch the eyes of fresh arrivals or the soon to depart, to give them their first or last taste of Kuat. It was through these windows that he scanned, looking for something. "We're standing on history, you know. There aren't too many planets more influential in the galaxy than Kuat. There have likely been more wars in this galaxy that had had Kuati ships in them than not," a bit of a stretch but not enough to undermine his words. "And I've got my feet on it. Kriff, the places I would love to see."
Yet that would be for another time as his voice rose, "Ah!" Finding what he was looking for the man motioned for the tiefling to join him as he approached a droid operated cart. While he had been looking for a bakery this was far more convenient, and likely cheaper. It was an ice cream cart, without much of line either as it wasn't long before he selected some sort of fruity selection while handing over enough credits to cover the both of them. "Here's your chance, pick something," he encouraged.
It was a waste of something they had spent effort in acquiring but the perks of freedom needed to be enjoyed. It wouldn’t be long until they had to figure out what came next.
@Sreeya