Benn
BennWe’re already in character as we exit our craft. We dressed in the typical garb of bounty hunters—rugged clothing in neutral colors, lots of pockets for gear, some body armor. Platinum armored boots. Cuffs at our waist. Horns and skin disguised with headgear, so nobody knows we’re Zandian. Walking tall, cocky, because we vecking own the world. As if we’ve been in a thousand fist fights, and we’re ready for a thousand more. Like we welcome brawls, leaning forward into violence and danger.
vecking“A lot of ships here.” Gorde glances around us as we step into our ground craft, which we undocked from our main vessel.
“It’s a popular station. On the flight path for a planet cluster. Ugly.”
He scoffs. “These places are always bleak.”
The landing area extends as far as the eye can s
