[b]The Privateer (Hits: N/A)
[i]Messor I[/i][/b]
The Privateer climbed out of the [i]Messor[/i], securing the hatch behind her, and climbed down to the ground using the copper rods lining its edges as a makeshift ladder. She'd never seen a world quite like this one before. It was so dingy and coated in smog that it almost looked like nighttime. But that was of no importance to her at the moment. She inspected the treads, noting just how thoroughly they were stuck. She wasn't getting it out in any reasonable timeframe, that was certain. So with no other options, she headed off down the alleyway on foot. The aggravated courier kicked the ground, hopped on his bike and rode away in search of another path.

The alley led into a square, packed with people of all descriptions, most of whom were wearing black and possessing either a tattoo or a piercing. This was as good an opportunity as any. The Privateer reached into her pocket and pulled out a small device she had "acquired" from one of the universes she had previously been to. Positioning it in front of her face, she proceeded to take a snapshot, which fluttered out after a few seconds, imprinted in full color on a small piece of photo stock. She had to be careful with a device like this - after having taken it apart once, she had discovered that it only had about thirty of the things inside. In other words, it was a good thing she'd also "acquired" a box of spares before she'd left. She quickly placed the miniature instant camera back into her pocket before it attracted any undue attention.