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Risk@Queen Raidne
Huenster System, Hocklyn Home System
A low rumble fills the air around June; it may have been previously gone unnoticed because of how low it is. It rumbles the air, and you feel it in your chest, rather than hear it with your ears. In the distance, straight from the cave mouth, is the source- one of the great towering terraformers that were constructed to keep the planet hospitable. The building itself was a massive construct of concrete, steel, and titanium, with a space elevator reaching up into the dark, smog-laden clouds above, to the station that was in geostationary orbit above. An elevator was going up, even now- between the struts, you could see it rising rapidly to the sky. Around the elevator itself were a complex series of pipes and hoses that led most of the way to the cloud layer, where they were sucking in the foul air, as if the smoke was reversing itself, going in rather than out.
Another rumble slowly built up, signaling the approach of something. However, as it slowly became two separate sounds, it became apparent that they were nothing on the ground. Seconds after the second set of rumblings started, two heavy fighters, twin engines embedded in their wings, and with long, sleek, hawk-shaped fuselages and wings, screamed overhead, flying at near supersonic speeds at only three or four hundred feet off the ground. Following behind it was a much, much larger cargo aircraft, functioning as a quadcopter, except with jets. Two great 50mm triple barreled turrets dotted both sides, actively scanning the ground, as the ship made its way to its destination.
Nothing slowed for the suited June, though. Judging by another rumble, something much slower and much louder was making its way through the forest some distance ahead. Three large cargo transports, rolling on five great solid rubber wheels on each side, almost twice as large as a vehicle on any other world. Passing them on the opposite side of the large industrial roadway, heading away from the aircrafts' destination were a slow trickle of more civilian vehicles- ranging from older, gasoline-powered vehicles with six wheels, two much, much more advanced vehicles, flying sleek and low with gravitronics keeping it off the ground.
A higher-pitched scream soon took the faerie's attention, as a more advanced transport came into view, a modified ultralight (hoverbike) that had a canopy and larger engines and wings- clearly meant for long-distance flight travel, rather than the shorter ranged anti-grav bikes that did nothing more than float.
The, again, hawk-shaped vehicle came down in the clearing, spraying dust everywhere before its antigrav tech kicked in, replacing the electromagnetic thrusters, and it came to a stop half a foot above the ground with the same grace of a falling cat. A door popped open on the side, revealing a second seat; the heavily tinted 'window' on the driver's section, right in front of the open door, cleared, and a surprisingly friendly Hocklyn stared out. Based on the modifications to his face, he was able to see light as well as with his natural vision, and he squinted for a moment, before calling out through the vehicle's loudspeaker, "Ayeee! 'Hired teh pick sum'un up 'ere, but ain't no'udy 'ere! Said I be waitin' for sum lah'dee named Joon?"
Huenster System, Hocklyn Home System
A low rumble fills the air around June; it may have been previously gone unnoticed because of how low it is. It rumbles the air, and you feel it in your chest, rather than hear it with your ears. In the distance, straight from the cave mouth, is the source- one of the great towering terraformers that were constructed to keep the planet hospitable. The building itself was a massive construct of concrete, steel, and titanium, with a space elevator reaching up into the dark, smog-laden clouds above, to the station that was in geostationary orbit above. An elevator was going up, even now- between the struts, you could see it rising rapidly to the sky. Around the elevator itself were a complex series of pipes and hoses that led most of the way to the cloud layer, where they were sucking in the foul air, as if the smoke was reversing itself, going in rather than out.
Another rumble slowly built up, signaling the approach of something. However, as it slowly became two separate sounds, it became apparent that they were nothing on the ground. Seconds after the second set of rumblings started, two heavy fighters, twin engines embedded in their wings, and with long, sleek, hawk-shaped fuselages and wings, screamed overhead, flying at near supersonic speeds at only three or four hundred feet off the ground. Following behind it was a much, much larger cargo aircraft, functioning as a quadcopter, except with jets. Two great 50mm triple barreled turrets dotted both sides, actively scanning the ground, as the ship made its way to its destination.
Nothing slowed for the suited June, though. Judging by another rumble, something much slower and much louder was making its way through the forest some distance ahead. Three large cargo transports, rolling on five great solid rubber wheels on each side, almost twice as large as a vehicle on any other world. Passing them on the opposite side of the large industrial roadway, heading away from the aircrafts' destination were a slow trickle of more civilian vehicles- ranging from older, gasoline-powered vehicles with six wheels, two much, much more advanced vehicles, flying sleek and low with gravitronics keeping it off the ground.
A higher-pitched scream soon took the faerie's attention, as a more advanced transport came into view, a modified ultralight (hoverbike) that had a canopy and larger engines and wings- clearly meant for long-distance flight travel, rather than the shorter ranged anti-grav bikes that did nothing more than float.
The, again, hawk-shaped vehicle came down in the clearing, spraying dust everywhere before its antigrav tech kicked in, replacing the electromagnetic thrusters, and it came to a stop half a foot above the ground with the same grace of a falling cat. A door popped open on the side, revealing a second seat; the heavily tinted 'window' on the driver's section, right in front of the open door, cleared, and a surprisingly friendly Hocklyn stared out. Based on the modifications to his face, he was able to see light as well as with his natural vision, and he squinted for a moment, before calling out through the vehicle's loudspeaker, "Ayeee! 'Hired teh pick sum'un up 'ere, but ain't no'udy 'ere! Said I be waitin' for sum lah'dee named Joon?"
