Post by Fukushu on Aug 18, 2022 9:52:22 GMT -5
The Fruco Harbor was quite different to dock he had arrived at the first time he traveled to Konats, though that was exactly the reason he choose to land here. While the more commercial docks lead to large crowds and long wait times the Fruco Harbor was more oriented towards imports and exports. Though it was still quite busy it was mostly filled with employees which meant Fukushu could hopefully the avoid running into old 'friends' like Erebos again.
Of course there were still the occasional stragglers, many of whom probably had the same idea as he did. His large frame, green skin and orange here would have lead to him standing out among the mostly Konatsian work force though he was really too concerned with that right now; he was on the job. The other reason why he had wanted to land at Fruco Harbor was due to the trade goods coming through the station, and what contraband that might hold. Due to the raging storms that had subsided over Konats it wasn't exactly a very popular planet to visit, nor was it easy to move goods through.
With the storms suddenly subsiding it saw a huge increase in tourism and trade, though Fukushu expected that Konatsians would be incapable of dealing with such a huge increase in traffic. Given his history in trade he couldn't help but notice a few weaknesses in the security on employment, and made such to carry around a notepad and pen so he could leave diligent notes. He also didn't hold back his criticisms. "Hey! Make sure you check every inch of that!" Mostly the crew gave him odd looks.
But it was more than intuition. A memory came back to him after arriving on Plant; something he saw but didn't register. As he departed Konats he looked through the screen of his pod down on the station. He thought what he saw was a reflection, but instead skulking through the crowds was another Heran. He didn't see his kind often, except on the battlefield. If they were hanging around spaceports then there was smuggling going on; he knew it.
PL: 35,474
No Items - KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 0/250
Resources: Cunning Cutthroat, Durability, Counterfeit, Vampiric, Bare-Knuckle Brawler
WC: 357
TWC: 357
Of course there were still the occasional stragglers, many of whom probably had the same idea as he did. His large frame, green skin and orange here would have lead to him standing out among the mostly Konatsian work force though he was really too concerned with that right now; he was on the job. The other reason why he had wanted to land at Fruco Harbor was due to the trade goods coming through the station, and what contraband that might hold. Due to the raging storms that had subsided over Konats it wasn't exactly a very popular planet to visit, nor was it easy to move goods through.
With the storms suddenly subsiding it saw a huge increase in tourism and trade, though Fukushu expected that Konatsians would be incapable of dealing with such a huge increase in traffic. Given his history in trade he couldn't help but notice a few weaknesses in the security on employment, and made such to carry around a notepad and pen so he could leave diligent notes. He also didn't hold back his criticisms. "Hey! Make sure you check every inch of that!" Mostly the crew gave him odd looks.
But it was more than intuition. A memory came back to him after arriving on Plant; something he saw but didn't register. As he departed Konats he looked through the screen of his pod down on the station. He thought what he saw was a reflection, but instead skulking through the crowds was another Heran. He didn't see his kind often, except on the battlefield. If they were hanging around spaceports then there was smuggling going on; he knew it.
PL: 35,474
No Items - KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 0/250
Resources: Cunning Cutthroat, Durability, Counterfeit, Vampiric, Bare-Knuckle Brawler
WC: 357
TWC: 357