ROLEPLAY HQ - branded-by-the-sunshy

Massive warbling disks hummed loudly beneath the freight craft as it hovered ominously above. Tiny heat wave-like tendrils surrounded the vibrating sheets of circular metal which emitted a blast of hot air capable of being felt hundreds of feet below. The obtuse vehicle was painted a sky blue with running streaks of white that hugged metal wherever it bent or angled into another piece of itself. Tiny loading and passenger craft flew in and out from its open side where a purple field could be seen protecting whatever was parked inside. Whenever one of the smaller ships would pass between the field it would bend and zap around the guest in a staticky sound that could be felt more than heard. On the rear of this spectacular feat of human engineering were gigantic finned gills exhausting a shimmering gold dust that would fan out in gorgeous swirling clouds before dissipating into nothingness. The flagship perched above the trading hub waiting for anyone foolish enough to attempt a move on one of humanity's remaining beacons of true civilization. There were bigger gatherings of their kind in other similar locations throughout the ruined mess of our world, but it would take many miles through unwelcoming territory to reach them. Sure there were individuals who risked themselves to courier and ferry things and secrets across the vast stretches of land, however in order to take such a trip with a good guarantee of survival is an expensive endeavor. Not only fiscally with the methods required to crew and fuel a journey like that, but costly in the sanity and life that will inevitably be spilled during the undertaking.

07:08

. A lanky man stood with his back leaned against a dark brick wall while one of his hands rubbed at a short beard in a motion of quiet pondering. His gaze was cast upward toward the horizon where both the setting sun and floating supercraft dominated his view. From this rear angle it was impossible to read the white matte speckled lettering that betrayed the name of the vessel, but anyone sharing the history of this particular individual would recognize its silhouette anywhere. How many tons of dead had been created with that colossal waste of time and resources? With a dissatisfied grunt he turned his neck downward to return his view to the tiny transparent screen being cast in front of his face. The floating moving image had ghostly lines leading back to a small watch sized device wrapped around his arm. Most people normally wore these pressed to their skin so the mechanisms inside could work to record the individuals health information, but this man had his strapped to the outside of a long sleeved shirt. The textured gray article of clothing ended at a pair of sleek black gloves which concealed phantasmal pale flesh beneath. Over the top of this whole incognito ensemble was an asymmetric diagonal zip up jacket that stylishly attempted to tie it all together. It was a good thing most Thumpers in this area were affluent or the outfit supplied to him would stick out.

07:09

The projected video displayed different recordings and data samples of a now familiar looking woman. He had spent hours studying the individual and her features, and was decently satisfied now he could pick her out in a crowd even if she was wearing something misleading. Countless years had been spent piecing together where she had run off to after the war, but now the chase was nearing its end and soon he would be free of a long owed debt. Nothing this clip was displaying to him was something new, but repeating the viewings helped to sooth this tired mind of any anxiety over his upcoming task. ‘No one has to get hurt.’ The contact’s words replayed in an annoying loop that had the cross man bouncing a knee. Technically nobody ever has to get hurt, but why would they send me to get this if they expected anything different? He still had an hour until the party, but it felt like eons with how many things could go wrong between now and then. With a little flick of his wrist the image disappeared and the tall individual strolled off deeper into the maze of spindles and lights. @peachbunny_