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[hr][center][b]Location: Raygon - Immigrations Port 07[/b][/center][hr]

Issoth winced slightly as a sea of lights finally pierced the cloud cover surrounding his gunship, signaling their arrival on Raygon, one of the largest human hives in the core. Transmitting a landing request to the proper authorities, the two Adjudicators made their way down towards the surface-or the outer layer of artificial construction that served as its new surface anyway-deftly weaving through the congested airways filled with the hulking frames of various vehicles and transports. Each ferrying either people or commodities to various parts of the planet. Moving downwards even further, the pair eventually found the place they'd been instructed to dock at. It was a rather small steel box hanger in which multiple ships were packed side by side in rows, supported by interior and exterior reinforced steel beams and flanked by a series of green light strips emitting short bursts one after the other to mark the main entryway to one of Raygon's many cramped immigration ports.

Issoth shook his head at the sheer volume of traffic occurring within the port, wondering just why the person who designed the city thought it prudent to have such tiny ports for foreigners to dock and be processed at. Not to mention taxed to high hell in certain cases. Granted he didn't know the first thing about managing a city himself-especially not one that was planet wide-but that didn't get rid of the fact that it all seemed so... inefficient. Still, to each their own, he supposed. If people liked living in a place that took their money as fast as they had earned it, then who was he to judge?

Shrugging internally, he turned his attention back towards finding an empty spot in the sea of metal. A few agonizing minutes later, and Issoth managed to find two spaces, he and Qell just barely beating a large cargo ship. The owner of which started to curse them out from within the safety of their rickety vehicles, only to fall silent a few seconds later as the two Enforcer's stepped out of their respective ships, revealing themselves fully. Upon seeing their armor, the pilot-a rather lithe man with scraggly hair-seemed to pale before swiftly pulling away to find another, seemingly less dangerous spot to park. Issoth let out a brief chuckle as he went back inside his ship and pulled out Ralor's corpse, which had been wrapped up in black body bag as he'd predicted and placed onto a gurney of sorts that operated on anti-grav lifts rather than normal wheels, carefully maneuvering it to the hanger outside after making sure his ship was secure. Even after all these years he wasn't quite used to how people treated those within the organization. It was an odd reaction that mostly bordered on varying degrees of fear or defiance, with most leaning towards shitting themselves, while others like Ralor stood tall with both fingers raised in grand gestures of defiance to the Arbiter's wills.

All things considered though, it wasn't that bad of a response. Least it let him have a clear line dividing who to track down and beat the shit out of, or eliminate in certain cases, and who to leave to their own devices. Course the politicians and leaders of the various factions inhabiting the cluster, that's where things got blurry, and at times he wondered just how the Arbiters managed to avoid going insane from dealing with them all...

"Hey daydreamer," Qell said, her modulated voice breaking his train of thought. "You coming or what? We have a dead gang leader to deliver remember? Plus, staring off into nothingness with a corpse isn't exactly a "good look" as the humans say."

He blinked, though the action went unnoticed due to the suit. "Sorry," he said, getting in a position to transport the deceased convict. "Was busy thinking."

She chortled, "I noticed. Anyway let's get a move on. Our clients and the Adjudicator dealing with them won't wait around all day."

Issoth gave a quick nod, and the two Aelon began the long trek through the rows upon rows of vehicles packed together like sardines in a can, eventually coming to the back of one of the many snakelike lines that stretched out from the five main access points standing between them and the consumerist dream of a world beyond. Slowly moving along, they received more than their fair share of concerned glances from nearby bystanders, and more than a few odd looks from the onsite security-privatized of course, like almost everything else in the massive planet city-which were quickly redirected once the onlookers had fully comprehended what they were looking at.

The two Aelon remained impassive, however, most of their focus was currently being directed towards staving off crippling boredom as the people in front of them slowly shuffled along, each one being thoroughly processed and logged after paying a disconcertingly [I]flexible[/I] entry fee.

[I]"Huh. Suppose they're not as inept as I thought,"[/I] Issoth mused, watching the checkpoints with mild interest. [I]"Still, considering the state of perpetual flux the city seems to be in on a daily basis, that's not saying much..."[/I]

A few minutes pass.

Then, an hour.

And after what seems like an eternity, the pair finally arrive at their lines checkpoint.

"Please state your identities and the purpose of your..." the woman manning the checkpoint began, gradually trailing off as she caught sight of the body bag. Eventually she regained her composure, restating her previous query. "Please state your identities and the purpose of your visit today."

"Enforcer's Issoth and Qell," Issoth remarked casually, gesturing to himself and Qell. "Returning from the find and capture of a rather... uncooperative target."

He jerks a thumb in the direction of the corpse.

"I... see," the woman replied, turning back to the terminal off to her left and entering some info.

A few seconds later the console emitted a pleasant chime as a section of the display flashed green.

"Looks like everything's in order Adjudicators," she said, shifting her attention back to them. "Good luck with your..." She casts an uncertain look at the body bag. "Case."

Issoth inclined his head in acknowledgement, before positioning himself behind the gurney once again, pushing it through the checkpoint and out into the crowded walkways beyond, Qell following close behind. 

From there they made their way into the city proper. A place where lives could be made and destroyed in the blink of an eye. A place where fortunes were slowly leeched away from all sides by profit hungry corporations and street level con artists. A place where one could find every vice and virtue imaginable.

Even if one ignored all of that and the sea of beggars lining the streets, or the blast of advertisements as offensive to the ear as radio static, thundering between the towering buildings like shockwaves, Raygon was still a very unique experience.