Good Morning Saigon

[Kaze]

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Planet Saigon | Sigma-21
01/06/825 AS, 08:58AM

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Breathing raggedly, she looked at the crevice of the small cave, with the hellcat growling and clawing trying to get in. She turned her back, lit a small fire, knowing very well the hellcat would not leave for hours and started to assemble the communicator. The cave would hamper the signal and that it would be too big to cross the crevice. With that in mind, she assembled the communicator into three major pieces. Small enough to pass the entrance, and fast enough to assemble outside. All that was needed to do was to deal with the two hundred kilograms monstrosity outside. She prepared her slim belongings in the backpack, ate one of the two rations that she managed to take from the survey team, and steeled herself for the remaining of the day ahead of her. Looking back at the crevice, the hellcat was still trying to claw its way in. She didn't killed it yet because hellcats don't go near hellcats. At least, not alive ones. She walked towards it and held her ground, less than a meter away from its swiping claws. Her eyes looked at the floor and swiped the dirt, finding a small leathery cord. She pulled it, and a claw trap of the size of the hellcat sprung from the floor and cleaved the hellcat in two. Walking over the bloody mess, she removed one of the hellcats teeth, and placed it her belt. If all went well.. A memory of this place. She looked one last time at what she called home for the past months and ran to a valley nearby, an excellent place to land and an excellent place to watch. Thirty minutes later, the communication device was ready and she prepared the message and settings. One short, powerful one-sided burst, that hopefully would be system-wide. And hopefully, someone would listen and understand. If not, said message would undoubtedly travel farther, through the necessity of dencrypting it. Greed is the greatest of motivators, but curiosity does come close. Closing her eyes and feeling the wind on her face, she flicked the switch and the communicator expended all of its energy and sent the message out. 'Now, we wait.' She thought, as she moved to a nearby crevice between two rocks. Dark, small, dangerous and out of sight. The only way to survive in Saigon.

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Listening to too much silence wasn't good for the soul, he'd always said that, it was he was used too it and didn't mind it, but it wasn't good for people, one had to listen to something, anything even. And that's what he got, something that sent his ship's distress receiver into alert mode. The signal came, oddly, from the surface of Saigon itself. It squeaked at him for a minute, before died. The hell? was his first thought, after all, who would be mad enough to land on Saigon, then send a general distress signal into a system that was already on edge? Pondering for a moment before concluding that it may be worth while to the service, or the dragons at least, he decided to check on it. It took him an hour to get there, and by then, it seemed the Rheinland Military also had arrived, intent on checking out who sent the message. A small armored transport breaking off towards the surface. While they landed, he glided down..or fell rather, since the Katana wasn't built for gliding. In the last thousand meters, he manually re-fired the engines to stop his uncontrolled decent. After many a bump and jolt, he finally set it down, about five hundred meters away from the beacon location, or about that, since he couldn't see any remarkable locations. He got out, and fitted his re-breather helm on, just in case, and loaded up his side arm with a fresh ten shot charge. Empty planet or no, someone was here and he wasn't prepared to get jumped.

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[08:11 PM] Dusty Lens said: Well in that case. NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKE & #SAVAGE & #STORIES