Blue Posted March 30, 2015 Share Posted March 30, 2015 The shuttle landed gradually on the platform, blowing clouds of sand out of it's way as it did so. The passengers within felt the inertia of the docking, followed by the assuring bell. At once, everyone's belts automatically came undone, freeing the travelers from their seats. A roaring noise protruded from the intercoms, urging to patrons to clean up their areas, return any borrowed equipment to the attendants, to exit in a single file orderly fashion, and lastly, to thank them for choosing Moghes Space. Hazeri planted his cane on the tiling beneath him, using to hoist himself up. Clad in robes, he covered his scaly head with the hood as he stood his place in the line. Brutish Unathi, Tajaran salesmen, and even a few human tourists all made up the diverse populace. He flashed his passport briefly to the man at the exit and was greeted by the scalding weather. A smile grew to his face, as he stretched his limbs and tail out, basking in the glorious warmth he had long since forgotten. Hazeri adjusted his dark shades around his surroundings. Adobe buildings lined up far around the block, with blacksmiths and craftsmen actively working out in the sun, perfecting their creations. People were crowded around the local Bazaar, where a tall black Unathi in a fancy suit proudly displayed a colorful, neon silk robe, to which the people began to shower him in Thalers. The old Unathi walked down the line and found a brewery, run by a short, pale green scaled female. He smiled at her, and she nervously did the same. Salutations... she hissed at him with anxiety in her tone. M'shara's Brewery welcomes you...how may I serve you? Hazeri pondered for a moment. Moghian Hotbrew, please. The woman nodded, scurrying back to the kitchen. The old man leaned on his cane as he took in the sights of his old homeworld. Such a diversity could be found in a trade city, but he knew that he would find difficulties anywhere outside of his original regions. Thoughts ran through his mind of his early life. His family, his clan. The pain, the misery, the turmoil... Here you are, honorable one. The lady called out, placing a steaming mug of a thick green liquid on the counter. Hazeri snapped to attention before turning around to face her. Ah, wonderful! He proceeded to give her a polite bow, to which she hesitantly returned. N-next! Hazeri walked himself to the outdoor tables and took a sip of his liquid. He paused. He took another moderate sip, tasting carefully. Bah... He thought to himself, abandoning the mug on the table. Inauthentic commercial cup of... Shrugging it off, Hazeri took pace towards near the end of the settlement. A barn of sorts was placed away from the rest of the village, run by a lonely farmer. They locked eyes and bowed immediately. Greetings. Hazeri introduced. Would you happen to have any mounts for sale? The farmer scratched his head. Hrm...Well, I don't know. I really n- He was interrupted by the screaming of a scale-cow, being cut from it's shackles by an Unathi masked in dark robes. Hey! The farmer called out to him, charging towards the robber. All he had to do was extend his energy sword towards his direction, and the farmer came to a halt. Hazeri tilted his head, slowly walking towards him. Hrmm...What is all this noise, then? The eyes of the robber squinted as he came to point his weapon at Hazeri. Get back, old dust. Neither you, the man, nor his flock gets hurt. Hazeri simply shook his head at the robber's threats. Have you no respect for your elders? He questioned. I have more respect for the coin. He replied. Hazeri shrugged, turning around. If that's the way you feel, then you have it all wrong. He cleared his throat, setting his cane down in the sands as he adjusted his robes. Old age does not make me frail. With that, Hazeri flipped around and extended his claws towards the robber. A barrage of sparks emitted from his sleeves, which caused the robber to stumble backwards, and drop his weapon. Hazeri flicked his wrist, drawing a needle. Just as the robber came to his senses, Hazeri lunged at him like a Threshbeast and punctured him with the syringe. The robber let out a grunt of pain, looking down at the Unathi before him. The old man smirked slightly. And we are the last ones you should underestimate. Hazeri withdrew his needle and gave the robber a gentle push, causing him to fall backwards. As he lay there, he convulsed and twitched whatever muscles he could while Hazeri dusted himself off, retrieving his trusty cane. He turned to look at the astonished farmer. Take it. No charge. Hazeri nodded, bowed once more, and mounted the scale-cattle. The farmer waved him as the law enforcement came their way. Hazeri rode off into the sands, the familiar sands, to a destination certain, yet unknown. Quote Link to comment
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