Two worlds hang in the black, and only one of them is answering questions.
Waypoint Zero floats between Veyra and Kharos, close enough to both to be blamed by each. On Veyra the Tide Market sells what the charts say is not there, and Orun quotes a fair price without naming his supplier. On Kharos the Silent Ruins keep their doors, and Tesk-Varr watches the far road longer than the post requires. Elena Vasquez counts lives and does not round down, and you are hers to send. You have no berth, no history on this station, nothing but orders and a commander who looks at the deck when she gives them. The manifest is already loading.
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by @holo-chris
Two worlds hang in the black, and only one of them is answering questions.
Worlds: Veyra and Kharos · Characters: Elena Vasquez, Leo Tanaka, Nadia Rahman, Callum Reid, Saelith, Orun, Tesk-Varr and Izhra
by @holo-chris
The Tide Market floats, and the Guild's ledger floats with it, one hand on every mooring line.
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The Hall of Elders is where Veyra argues with itself and expects the room to keep its temper.
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The Silent Ruins keep one wall standing where a whole city used to argue with the sky.
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Waypoint Zero hangs above the Earth as the Space Agency's furthest dockable address, a station kept running by people who rarely touch ground.
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Last Water Oasis keeps the only spring between here and anywhere, and the Tribal Clan decides who drinks.
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Elena Vasquez counts lives the way other people count kilometers, and she has stopped rounding down.
by @holo-chris
She leaned in where the others stepped back, and the thing on the slab noticed her first.
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Gray scales, orange eyes, and a crest held high, this one can price a ruin before the dust settles.
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The markings along her jaw flare when she listens, and dim when she decides.
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The freckles say farm country. The eyes say nothing at all, on purpose, and that is the job.
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Stone gray and ridge-skulled, the young guard stands the gate like a thing the clan grew rather than hired.
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The gills on his neck keep working the air while the rest of him works the price.
by @holo-chris
Nobody in the bay can say what the pilot does with the hours between flights, and the pilot does not volunteer it.
