Commissar Farzi
🎖️ Game Master
Stomping through the street was a mecha, old and battered, twenty feet tall still bearing the scars of whatever terrible conflicts it had endured yet still standing strong even as it's pilot grew old and withered. It's pilot taking the utmost care not to knock down any of the neon. It's barbute styled head panning back and forth, taking in the sights.
Ternifac was a busy place, Steiner noted as he stomped along sending puffs of sand into the air as his massive form compacted it. Most pedestrians were giving him a wide berth in order not to be trampled underfoot. It reminded him of some of the settled worlds he had visited when he was a young man. He suspected that if he could still smell, it would smell of alcohol, cooking food, and the occasional unwashed body. Though it was highly unlikely.
He'd found himself by pure chance, deciding to take the time to try and travel some of the planet while he was still able to-and had found himself outside of a bar; perhaps it would be prudent to see if he could speak with one of the patrons and figure out where exactly was good spot in this town for a little sight seeing.
Ternifac was a busy place, Steiner noted as he stomped along sending puffs of sand into the air as his massive form compacted it. Most pedestrians were giving him a wide berth in order not to be trampled underfoot. It reminded him of some of the settled worlds he had visited when he was a young man. He suspected that if he could still smell, it would smell of alcohol, cooking food, and the occasional unwashed body. Though it was highly unlikely.
He'd found himself by pure chance, deciding to take the time to try and travel some of the planet while he was still able to-and had found himself outside of a bar; perhaps it would be prudent to see if he could speak with one of the patrons and figure out where exactly was good spot in this town for a little sight seeing.