C.DEX
Art Fart
The spaceport rested on a ladder reaching out from the terrestrial planet beneath. Figuratively, of course; a beam of traction light reached up from the planet like a bent arm, grabbing onto the bustling port and holding it fixed in orbit. Gravitational light fixed onto the bottom of the spanning metallic structure, and from the planet, to someone with a sharp enough eye, it may have even looked like a star. From the viewing platform, in the far, far distance, similar structures reached out from the planet, looking much like vibrant tacks. Against the darkness of space, they stood out. They were small townships in their own right, each bearing the cultural style of the continents they sprouted from. On one such platform, a lone attendant stood, waving two vibrant batons down to the metallic tiles beneath him. He wore a bright orange vest that shone in the shiplight, and above him, he directed a mass of a ship to land safely.
The ship, emblazoned by a white mark in Standard that'd read 'The Bard', dwarfed the parking attendant just as well as the other carrier ships in-dock. While most of the vehicles that dotted the small horizon were simply large enough to carry cargo and a few passengers with no leisure room in-between, The Bard was another beast in its entirety. While pockmarked with age and slight damage, the ship itself was of masterwork quality. It loomed above the port and attendants like a gentle giant, though no eyes peeked through the windows down to the floors.
Instead, a ramp deployed from the inner part of the spindle of a ship. It reached out to the floors, carving a path for a man cloaked in diplomatic blue to descend it, with a larger, raven-haired and black-smocked man to his side. Though both human, their demeanors stood leagues apart from each other. The blue-laden Captain bore a blond tail at the back of his head, and cheery dark eyes. His hands fiddled with one another, though only behind his back where nervousness wouldn't meet the public eye. His garb was that of a space Captain; simple, effective, but also adorned with medallions given from the societies he'd visited throughout his journey.
The man to his right had a darkened demeanor, though it wasn't exactly unbecoming. Taut, and strict, but somehow warm at the same time, he followed close behind the Captain. The two met at the bottom of the ramp, before looking between each other.
"Where are they?" The Captain murmured, holding his formal position and looking around as if his eyes weren't allowed to be unfixed.
"We're early, as it happens. Don't let yourself get anxious. Though, I'm not sure why you are, at this point. How many times have you gone through Acception, again?" The man in black asked, looking down at his partner.
"Ah... at least... yes, well, I know that I have no right to be, but every society is different. We could very well be violating cultural norms by wearing the color blue, and we won't know it until we get the data bank back." He replied, to which the other gave a short laugh.
"This is a human settlement." He said. "I'm fairly certain that they aren't offended by blue. Do you have a contact?"
"Right! I do." The Captain replied, before pulling a small device from his pocket and jabbing at it with a finger. Then, he rose it to his mouth.
"Greetings. This is Captain Suther of the Bard Library-class ship. We are prepared to receive the Curator, when they are ready to be received. Feel free to send mission details over the link; my Caster will transmit them into the hold."