The Governor
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Rho smiled as the shuttle descended into the atmosphere of Xalion. It looked just as it had during the Conference broadcast. It was dark, dense, polluted cityscape, like a twisted copy of Karsopolis or Jorayyont. Even Malantogue looked better. The only gaps in the toxic fog were the electric lights burning on the planet surface. When the group stepped out, Rho felt the fiery air, and his perception changed slightly. It wasn't mere cityscape.
He wasn't sure what Xalion had been in the past. But now, it was dark, polluted, cramped. Fiery air that pressed on the body, and made sweat simply soak the inhabitants. Everyone present was trapped, or simply on Xalion to conduct illicit business. Every living body here housed a trapped soul, or a temple to moral darkness. Just like a different place, in a different galaxy, in a different time. Triangulum, and EOH Kaarlazen. Unfortunate soldiers sent to fiery, violent deaths, and the monstrous creatures that had killed the servicemen. Kaarlazen or Xalion, Rho wondered about both. Did the beings there know they were in Hell?
When Sigma grabbed the Xalion native, Rho dismissed the question and moved to intervene. Before he needed to, Sigma dropped the native. He asked in an even tone, "Was that really necessary? If we're going to spend the trip intimidating people, we're going to attract attention. We dont need the natives figuring out what we are."
The former Commando officer didn't wear his full armour. Most of it was equipped, but his helmet was noticeably absent, and his Lieutenant's crosses were removed. Instead, Rho wore a hood, as well as a veil that hung close over his face. Only his eyes were really revealed, and while he normally would have preferred the helmet, stealth was more important than fashion during missions. His CI-56 hung at a belt of ammunition and grenades, and his sword and carbine hung at his back. For the most part, he was equipped like he would be for any mission. But while he lacked the helmet, many of the armour's near-intuitive commands and systems were more difficult to use. Rho didn't worry though. In the worst case scenario, the helmet was in a small bag slung over his shoulder.
He wasn't sure what Xalion had been in the past. But now, it was dark, polluted, cramped. Fiery air that pressed on the body, and made sweat simply soak the inhabitants. Everyone present was trapped, or simply on Xalion to conduct illicit business. Every living body here housed a trapped soul, or a temple to moral darkness. Just like a different place, in a different galaxy, in a different time. Triangulum, and EOH Kaarlazen. Unfortunate soldiers sent to fiery, violent deaths, and the monstrous creatures that had killed the servicemen. Kaarlazen or Xalion, Rho wondered about both. Did the beings there know they were in Hell?
When Sigma grabbed the Xalion native, Rho dismissed the question and moved to intervene. Before he needed to, Sigma dropped the native. He asked in an even tone, "Was that really necessary? If we're going to spend the trip intimidating people, we're going to attract attention. We dont need the natives figuring out what we are."
The former Commando officer didn't wear his full armour. Most of it was equipped, but his helmet was noticeably absent, and his Lieutenant's crosses were removed. Instead, Rho wore a hood, as well as a veil that hung close over his face. Only his eyes were really revealed, and while he normally would have preferred the helmet, stealth was more important than fashion during missions. His CI-56 hung at a belt of ammunition and grenades, and his sword and carbine hung at his back. For the most part, he was equipped like he would be for any mission. But while he lacked the helmet, many of the armour's near-intuitive commands and systems were more difficult to use. Rho didn't worry though. In the worst case scenario, the helmet was in a small bag slung over his shoulder.
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