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- Oct 1, 2016
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The transport remained in striking silence. Steel ached. Engines droned. Narrow streaks of artificial light furnished the compartment. Outside, through thick and minuscule windows, the sky granted itself in routine tedium. Bereft of color and made nigh dark by billowing clouds of ash and smoke from a sea of mines and factories, the horizon was nothing more than gray. Gray to the ore that men lugged from rooted pits. Gray to the exhaust that hissed from subpar speeders and motley machines. This was the state in which thousands upon thousands of men and women alike toiled through. This was the monster of Bandomeer.
Embellished in only the drab style of a miner and a breathing mask due to the horrific work conditions, Nicolás sat quietly on the edge of his seat. Unnoticeable, unrecognizable, invisible. He was another speck of dust among the crowds of men likewise off to labor in the mines and quarries. Except, rather than having come all this way to plod and sweat in stone for the sake of several hundred credits, he had come upon a journey and pursuit on the measure of obligation: to rally against the plight of these workers. Having personally known the taste of slavery and corporate exploitation, Nicolás understood these men.
And today, he would stand along them and protest against the Offworld Mining Corporation. That, and spark a fire in their hearts to do battle against them. He wasn't going to be alone in this, however. For with him accompanied a young woman who was likewise assigned to arouse the workers in their endeavor for greater working conditions, and for a livelihood truly worth living.
Looking over to where she sat herself, his voice echoed through his slated rebreather. "You excited, sweetheart?"
@Seera Lone