Post by Emperor Ticoga on Mar 19, 2021 1:59:06 GMT -5
The heat... this was one of the most prominent issues with this moon. One could work up a sweat without ever even bothering to move. Sweltering heat washes over all those present, slathering the workers and visitors with unrelenting persistence.
But to Arcosians, this heat was little different than the heat of a star whose warmth is felt full force beyond the protection of a planet's atmosphere. Extreme heat, or extreme cold - neither seemed to bother the lizard-like folk of Arcose. Moving above the bustling crowd of workers, a crimson skinned Arcosian moves with a sleek adeptness - bounding from rooftop to rooftop, seemingly not daring to enter any structures.
Below him, a broad shouldered Heran pushes past desperate dregs, and heads down a shadowy street. The Arcosian, unseen, watches intently. The Heran stops in front of a heavily graffitied door, and knocks seven times in a quick pattern. The door opens, and the Heran is greeted by a tall, lanky Durian.
They exchange brief words, and enter the building.
The Arcosian narrows his eyes, and takes out a communicator rod. He glances irritably at it - his scouter had been broken during a routine exercise, and now he had to rely on this outdated communicator. Mentally sighing, the Arcosian keys the device.
"...This is Corporal Ticoga... I've followed the target to a back alley. The target entered through a near hidden door, I confirm the insignia of the Red Dawn Pirates on the coat of the being that answered the door. Durian, by the look of them." Ticoga reports in a hushed tone, trying to be careful in case there were any possible listeners. "Without my scouter, I cannot confirm number of hostiles within the structure. Please advise."
But to Arcosians, this heat was little different than the heat of a star whose warmth is felt full force beyond the protection of a planet's atmosphere. Extreme heat, or extreme cold - neither seemed to bother the lizard-like folk of Arcose. Moving above the bustling crowd of workers, a crimson skinned Arcosian moves with a sleek adeptness - bounding from rooftop to rooftop, seemingly not daring to enter any structures.
Below him, a broad shouldered Heran pushes past desperate dregs, and heads down a shadowy street. The Arcosian, unseen, watches intently. The Heran stops in front of a heavily graffitied door, and knocks seven times in a quick pattern. The door opens, and the Heran is greeted by a tall, lanky Durian.
They exchange brief words, and enter the building.
The Arcosian narrows his eyes, and takes out a communicator rod. He glances irritably at it - his scouter had been broken during a routine exercise, and now he had to rely on this outdated communicator. Mentally sighing, the Arcosian keys the device.
"...This is Corporal Ticoga... I've followed the target to a back alley. The target entered through a near hidden door, I confirm the insignia of the Red Dawn Pirates on the coat of the being that answered the door. Durian, by the look of them." Ticoga reports in a hushed tone, trying to be careful in case there were any possible listeners. "Without my scouter, I cannot confirm number of hostiles within the structure. Please advise."