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UEG Colony World Cascade
Friday, 29 September 2843
"There's snow in my pants." Parker grumbled to no one in particular as he adjusted his faded blue cap and shoved his hands into his pockets. White snow crunched under his boots as he fought the howling wind. The technician trudged his way down the sidewalk, snow assaulting his body as he did so. Cascadian winters were brutal, and Parker just has the misfortune of getting caught in a truly horrific blizzard. As far as he could see, his entire world was white, and he could only make out the faintest outline of Cascade's capital of Anchor City in the distance, light silhouettes of buildings standing out against the cruel white curtain. He raised his arm and activated his holotool strapped to it, the device instantly lighting up and displaying the current temperature.
Negative forty degrees celsius. Could be worse, he supposed.
Even with his thermal regulators working overtime underneath his three layers of clothing, he could still feel the merciless chill biting into his skin. It wasn't exactly unexpected. He had spent twenty-six years living in the planet's subzero conditions, so the cold was something he was used to. Not that he enjoyed freezing his ass off, of course. To ask him if he enjoyed the cold was like asking if someone who grew up in a hot environment if they enjoyed getting heatstroke in the sun.
A vehicle sped by, its hoverlift engines keeping it suspended a few feet in the air immediately kicking some snow onto Parker. He cursed, angrily flashing a rather rude signal at the driver. But there was no use getting angry. The sooner he got home, the sooner he could kick back and enjoy his vacation time for the next week. At home, under a heated blanket in a temperature-regulated home. That in his mind, he shook off clumps of snow off his clothes and continued his tedious journey home.
Friday, 29 September 2843
"There's snow in my pants." Parker grumbled to no one in particular as he adjusted his faded blue cap and shoved his hands into his pockets. White snow crunched under his boots as he fought the howling wind. The technician trudged his way down the sidewalk, snow assaulting his body as he did so. Cascadian winters were brutal, and Parker just has the misfortune of getting caught in a truly horrific blizzard. As far as he could see, his entire world was white, and he could only make out the faintest outline of Cascade's capital of Anchor City in the distance, light silhouettes of buildings standing out against the cruel white curtain. He raised his arm and activated his holotool strapped to it, the device instantly lighting up and displaying the current temperature.
Negative forty degrees celsius. Could be worse, he supposed.
Even with his thermal regulators working overtime underneath his three layers of clothing, he could still feel the merciless chill biting into his skin. It wasn't exactly unexpected. He had spent twenty-six years living in the planet's subzero conditions, so the cold was something he was used to. Not that he enjoyed freezing his ass off, of course. To ask him if he enjoyed the cold was like asking if someone who grew up in a hot environment if they enjoyed getting heatstroke in the sun.
A vehicle sped by, its hoverlift engines keeping it suspended a few feet in the air immediately kicking some snow onto Parker. He cursed, angrily flashing a rather rude signal at the driver. But there was no use getting angry. The sooner he got home, the sooner he could kick back and enjoy his vacation time for the next week. At home, under a heated blanket in a temperature-regulated home. That in his mind, he shook off clumps of snow off his clothes and continued his tedious journey home.
