Vise
Active Member
- RP Date
- 47.1
- RP Location
- Nepleslian Frontier
Date: 47.1
Location: Chariklo, moon of Chiron; Neo Centauri system.
Chariklo Starport
The mag-lev trolley glided its way down the line, an electrical hum punctuating the motion. Bearing its passengers from the port concourse towards the larger of the landing sites. The trolley itself was packed to the brim, the passengers an eclectic bunch. Civilians and soldiers, scientists and technicians, mercenaries and conscripts.
An announcement chimes, as in the distance the landing site rolls into view. “Arrival immanent. Please stand away from the doors, until the vehicle comes to a full and complete stop.” The hum takes a downward pitch, as the trolley approaches the terminus and comes to a halt. A buzz sounds and the doors open. “Now disembarking at Echo Terminal.”
The passengers start to stream out of the trolley, into the hubbub of the terminal. Dockworkers are hustling to fro, and standing in the middle of the platform are a pair of officers; a captain and a commander, judging by their dress. The commander whispers something to the captain. “Here’s your band of misfits, captain.” The captain raises a hand to hush him, before stepping forward to address the crowd.
“Good day everyone! Welcome aboard the Grimsharos Reclamation Fleet. Please muster into groups, organized by ship.”
Location: Chariklo, moon of Chiron; Neo Centauri system.
Chariklo Starport
The mag-lev trolley glided its way down the line, an electrical hum punctuating the motion. Bearing its passengers from the port concourse towards the larger of the landing sites. The trolley itself was packed to the brim, the passengers an eclectic bunch. Civilians and soldiers, scientists and technicians, mercenaries and conscripts.
An announcement chimes, as in the distance the landing site rolls into view. “Arrival immanent. Please stand away from the doors, until the vehicle comes to a full and complete stop.” The hum takes a downward pitch, as the trolley approaches the terminus and comes to a halt. A buzz sounds and the doors open. “Now disembarking at Echo Terminal.”
The passengers start to stream out of the trolley, into the hubbub of the terminal. Dockworkers are hustling to fro, and standing in the middle of the platform are a pair of officers; a captain and a commander, judging by their dress. The commander whispers something to the captain. “Here’s your band of misfits, captain.” The captain raises a hand to hush him, before stepping forward to address the crowd.
“Good day everyone! Welcome aboard the Grimsharos Reclamation Fleet. Please muster into groups, organized by ship.”