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Futuristic Space Antics II

Moldie

Modpurger Edgelord
Chapter one - Intergalactic Hash Brownie Trip


In an empire finding itself in an era of severe distress and civil unrest, a scene of crime and illegal activity can thrive. Whether it be smuggling, murder or other organized crime it mostly goes unpunished as the police draws towards its last breath. But even though all of these are factors of criminal success, it’s not easy being part of this world. Gang violence and piracy affects everyone, with famine and sickness amongst political and infrastructural collapse corroding the empires structure. Even though the empire is looking worse than ever, it’s military still stands strong and is still laying waste on many fronts with a predators appetite. But our story begins in a city ravaged by all this, with a small group sent on a simple mission that might result in copious amounts of antics.

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The city stood as calm as ever. Vibrant neon lit the garbage riddled street ends in the gloomy late hours of the night. Light droplets of water fell from the sky, the very same that had corroded the long forgotten walls of the towering buildings. The city had practically stood still for the last twenty years. Large steel beams and mesh was abundant amongst the cold concrete of the never finished projects of architects whom had long since left the city to rot. Shady figures passed by the streets where the craggy pavement created pools of polluted water reflecting the deceptively energetic spectrum the city created.

A few rather large landing pads as well as an airstrip created quite the bit of a gap in the concrete jungle that was the centrum of the city. Nearby there were a few sizable hangars, some of them stood unoccupied making their extensive openings look like malicious maws. Most pads were occupied by people either moving cargo from the back of ships or armed militia protecting those very people. Rusty pieces of scrap had been welded onto the elevated pads in order to patch large dents and depressions caused by the abnormally acidic rain that was the result of years of pollution. One of the pads stood empty with the exception of a single hooded figure sitting on the rusty fence outlining the platform. Sheltered by a rubber sheet suspended between a few metal pikes the figure sat in complete silence smoking a cheap brand cigarette. Although the person's identity remained masked by a dark colored hoodie and dirty tracksuit pants, it was clear they awaited someone.

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As the ship approached the planet, a red lamp started to blink in the cockpit, accompanied by an annoying a repetitive beep. The man in the pilot seat stretched out his arm and pushed a button next to the lamp. A voice sounded through the speakers on the wall.
Identification, please.
The pilot pulled out a card from his breast pocket and slid it into what looked like some sort of scanner.
Stand by,” the voice said, followed by half a minute of silence.
Welcome to Joyce, Mr. Almaar.” the voice finally said as the communication ended.
As he transitioned out of hyperspace, the pilot was met by the view of what looked like an abandoned metropolis in dire need of renovation. He noticed that there was an empty landing pad, so he steered toward it with ease.
As the ship had landed he left the cockpit, made his way through the bridge and the quarters, out to the door to the corridor in which the door to the cargo hold was located. The pilot pushed a pink button on the wall, and the dilating door slid open. The large cargo hold lit up as he entered it, and the door behind him closed with a swoosh. He walked to the opposite end of the hold and pulled down a lever on the right wall. As the hatch slowly opened, he could hear the sound of slight rain. He noticed that a hooded figure was seemingly waiting for him, so stepped out in the rain and approached his small shelter.

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The ship's engines hefty buzzing could be heard from quite far away, and it soon became apparent it was the ship the figure had been awaiting. As it neared, the silhouette removed the stump that remained of the cigarette from their mouth and tossed it into the rain and over the platform's edge.With a small jump they got of from the rusty brim they’d been sitting on. As the figure removed their hood it revealed a man's face with very defined features such as his curved nose and dark slightly slimmed eyes. His hair was colored a dark maroon and laid in a combed over fashion. A shimmer of blue striped his hair as the moisture reflected the city's soul.

As the ship made contact a wave of warm air burst in all directions and faded into null. The ships humming started to dwindle with weak stutters every so often. It was an odd design, which was something the man took notice of. Perhaps it was a collectable of some sort or maybe an individual design.

The now stationed ship’s large hatch slowly opened, revealing a short man with a bit of a sleazy impression. As the stubby man approached the waiting man gave of a bit of a unitentionally perplexed look. “So, uh, Are you this Almaar guy? You here for the job?”.

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The pilot of the newly landed ship looked up at the human who was significantly larger than him in every aspect. He answered him with an unconcerned smile on his face.
Aye, that would be me.
He observed the man further.
I suppose you were expecting someone whose head would stand a couple of decimeters higher from the ground, eh?” he said, with his unconcerned smile still on.

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The mans perplexed look morphed into more of a relaxed smile. “Heh, yeah I guess.”. It was an odd encounter as he stood about 1.90 himself. He had to bow forward in order to be able to extend his arm towards the man as an invitation to an introduction. “Name’s Aleks”.

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The pilot reached out to meet the man named Aleks’ hand, with his own gloved hand.
Pleasure,” he said and shook the hand. “I’m Fozat.
He let go of his grip and removed his glove, revealing his rather sharp claws before he scratched himself on the chin. Then he put the glove back on.
So,” he said. “Where is the money-guy at?

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Aleks laid remark at the short man's claws, this wasn’t a race he’d seen before. As he stood up straight he swiftly looked over his shoulders in a with seemingly suspicious intentions. “Well, he’s not far away, but we sure as hell don’t want to be late.” he said with a bit of a jokeful voice. Aleks lowered and straightened his tone, “He’s not the forgiving type.”, his eyes following the statement with a serious expression. As if a switch was flipped he loosened up, “So we better get going!” he said and took a step into the rainy night.

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Fozat nodded in response to the statement that had been made, and took a step into the dampness as well. He reached into his pocket and took out something that looked like an oblong box. Then he flipped it 180 degrees in his hand and pushed a button in the shape of a quarter of the edge of a circle, as he simultaneously pointed the edge of the oblong box toward the bulky ship’s rear. The loading ramp was raised with a humming sound, as if the mechanism was driven by hydraulic pistons.
After Fozat had put the little device back in his pocket, he nodded toward his new acquaintance as an invitation for him to lead the way.
After you,” he said.

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The two walked through the rain that had now somewhat calmed down. They approached a wide set of stairs cramped in between two large apartment complexes. Shimmering black bags of garbage were piled towards the walls of staircase. Colorful graffiti also broke the gloomy mood of the dark blue night.

The stairs has led them down to a long open street. A few lamps hanging on wires suspended between the deteriorated buildings were still lit. Shady figures wandered the sidewalks, and the newly formed company of two blended in. It seemed all too appropriate to strike up a conversation as the two walked down the boglike road. “So, have you been in Joyce before?”.

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I have, a handful of times,” he answered with an absent-minded tone. Fozat looked at the all too familiar people around him. He is not one to usually pity misery, but this time he was clearly bothered. He had seen this type of misery before. The struggle of keeping the balance of your morals and your survival. The oppression and alienation that causes it. He’s been through it himself. Living on the curb while trying to make a living. He lifted his head and the regular energy could be spotted in his eyes again.
Although, my visits here have gotten more regular in later days,” he finished.

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As he spoke Fozat seemed bothered by something. Although that’s not hard to understand given the gloomy aura of the city. Misery lied as if a veil over the city, it always had. Bricks that had fell from the towering buildings laid spattered in pieces on the pavement. Parts of the city were falling apart, quickly. A simple stroll down the street could now pose life threatening danger. Well, a new aspect of it at least. The streets had always been dangerous.

Mm.” Aleks quickly answered with a strained smile. Although a central hub for people like himself and Fozat, he felt badly for anyone with a chance to be somewhere else increasing their time in that dump of a city. They approached a rather thin alley branching out from in between a few apartment complexes. It was cramped due to garbage piles and pipage running between and up the walls. “In here.” He said with a bit of a secretive voice as he entered the shady devide, now truly submerged in the concrete jungle.

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Fozat followed Aleks closely behind in silence. He understood that drawing unwanted attention in a place like this could be a fatal misfortune. He almost wished that he had as dull a sense of smell as humans, as a foul stench crept into his nose and became increasingly palpable for every step further into the dark alleyway. The smell was like a combination of mulch, vomit, dried blood, fear, and death. He couldn’t distinguish if the origin of the blood was from some vermin or a sapient. He tried to block out the smell and moved on.

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