Post by Null on Dec 31, 2018 12:27:21 GMT -5
"What's going on 'ere?"
"Just some goods from Abbayor for the fortress, sir."
The earthling merchant's voice was little more than a squeak in comparison to the burly Saiyan guard's. Shoulders hunched, head lowered, he cowered beneath the guard's penetrating glare.
They were at the massive entrance to the fortress on Katchin, which doubled as a Saiyan outpost that trained young soldiers as well as one of the many drilling sites that harvested the precious mineral from the planet's thick crust.
The only such structure for miles around, as the arid deserts of this world consisted of little more than craggy outcrops of stone and sand, and swirling valleys carved into the earth by seas and rivers that no longer existed upon the surface of this dry, dismal world.
The first guard inspected the hovering craft, glancing under its floating carriage for stowaways or prodding open its crates for contraband. Or something sufficient for a bribe. The second gate guard hefted his energy rifle up onto his shoulder, staring daggers at the cross-legged man seated atop one of said crates filled to the brim with goods to be bartered and traded.
Null sat with arms folded, his eyes closed against the searing heat of the suns. Sweat dotted his brow, soaked through his orange gi and haori -- certainly not the wisest choice for a venture to a planet like Katchin.
Hitching a ride with the merchant had been a godsend, though now that they had stopped moving, the dry rush of dusty wind no longer provided even minimal comfort in the still heat. "Just a traveler hitching a ride." He cracked open an eye, observing the guard. "And in case you're blind, I'm a Saiyan, too. Last I checked, I have every right to be here."
The guard opened his mouth, then promptly shut it. There was little argument to be had. He gestured for them to pass through the protective energy barrier and into the fortress.
Already, Null could hear the sounds of soldiers sparring and training together, punctuated with the ferocious bark of a commanding officer. It hadn't changed a bit since he'd been there as a young soldier in service to the Dominion.
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