Home again, Razorback Cliffwalker steps off the transport, his brow furrowed as he looks around with a sigh. His tail sways behind him as he makes his way towards the gate and Alhira. Two militia guards flank the gate at this entrance to the city. One holds up a hand while the other hefts a…
At a set of pre-arranged coordinates, Galactix brings himself out of FTL and comes to a stop in deep space. The location chosen is very remote; it is off any major travel lanes, even off travel lanes used by the more unconventional traders. There, he waits. Razorback sits in a conference room on board the…
Keth idly drums his fingers on table at his favorite corner booth in The Tree. It’s not exactly the most upscale, but it’s a comfortable place, and a good one when work is too hectic to stop home for a meal. Still, no amount of nice settings can make reading through the latest round of…
The following message – text only – is received on general broadcast to comms of ships normally available for passenger transport operations: _”URGENT: In need of quick transport off-planet. Call attached # upon arrival. My thanks, Razor.”_ The message originates on Demaria. Kethren raises an eyebrow at the incoming message signal flashing on the Amadaun’s…
