Private Cry for Help

[Vex]

Vaito, an industrial planet on the mining side. A corporation-driven planet that sells it's ores and fuels to many across the galaxy. The galaxy is riddled in mining districts, with perhaps some mix of district that are residential, entertainment, etc, but they're too far and few and they're often ruined by the pollution, for being so close to a mining district. Despite all the flaws here however, there are credits to be made. Vex wouldn't know all the details, but he'd think maybe hundreds of millions of credits are involved? Perhaps billions? Hard to tell, he didn't have the best grasp on how the overall economy works in the galaxy quite yet, but he's slowly getting there.

Regardless, there should be a logical reason for Vex to be here but there isn't. He is restocked, he is equipped, he has enough fuel for his own shuttle and supplies to last him for weeks... but why does he feel like he needs to be here, like there's an empty void that needs to be filled?

This mindless wonder did not cease, and it prompted him to exit the confines of the town he landed at. The rest of the planet itself has a dark atmosphere, with dark-brown wasteland making up the majority of the planet. The planet itself felt a little intimidating, if it weren't for the numerous districts around to liven up the place.

Wandering... didn't really get him anywhere, as far as he thinks. It felt like something called him, or needed him. He didn't know how to quite explain, it was akin to a fight-or-flight instinct ringing in the back of his mind, but it's not his. He was led to a large boulder, to which he climbed on top of to try and see if there's anything notable in the distance.

Just rocks and districts, nothing more. He just stood there, silently, pondering, "Why am I here?"

Mazrith Drihl

 

[Mazrith Drihl]

This was another world, another place in which Mazrith roamed. There was no point to his existence here on this planet, only that he is. He had traveled on board transport ships, stowing away on the lowest decks of freighters. He would get off and walk for a week or so, then find another place to go.

This planet was like so many others, with the smokey sky never breaking for a moment to let the blue pierce the heavens. The sound of machinery never seemed to be too far, grinding of metal on metal, energy running through a heap of cables. This planet only really had one purpose, a place to find wealth. A place to exploit nature for profit and gain.

The burning that pierced his shoulder and face did not relent much in the last months. The scars changing little. Mazrith brushed his shoulder with his hand and immediately withdrew his touch, and then continued onwards. This particular world Mazrith felt would bring some excitement to his life, he was unsure what, but he was curious.

Vex