A Kingdom of Iron Oxide

[Wulthus]

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As the freighter made it's final approach on the landing pad. Attu gave a quick glance over the planet's surface. Dust blowing against the porthole felt so alien to him. A myriad of distant flashes from the many planetary industrial installations felt dazzling.

-"What a shithole."
He mumbled to himself.

Disembarking, Attu felt light headed. He lost his balance for a brief second. Combat landing is not something he wasn't used to. It simply came unexpected. Firm landings are a necessity in conditions like those. Ensures that the gear has a good contact with the surface, eliminating risk of skidding. Attu learned those tricks back in his shuttle pilot days, when Avikko, his community on Planet Hamburg, still existed.

This also meant that this bunch were actually well trained. Something was amiss...

Attu habitually touched his hip, making sure his sidearm was still with him. He then smirked thinking about what he just did. Never in his life Attu was so deeply within hostile land. What was he actually gonna do with a single pistol?

He took a look around the underground installation, looking for anyone showing any sings of interest in his party's touchdown. Failing to find anybody, he turned to face the shuttle pilot.

- "Well?"

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