Private Denon Tales

[Kiran Arlos]

Denon Spaceport
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Denon had the atmosphere of a complete party planet. At least to the eyes and mind of a seventeen year old. Kiran happened to take an odd job here when he was interning for Makai. Security, delivering equipment, even cleaning buildings. It wasn't anything beneath him, at least he didn't see it that way. A job was a job, and well he needed the credits. Not just for himself but there was a particular young lady in his life, that he found himself thinking about more than he wanted to admit. When he first met her, he was almost, well slightly different person. But looking at her, and the things she was doing. What she wanted to do. Couple that with his interning for her father. He wanted to make something better for himself. Not for her, but for him.

They weren't together, they were just friends, well loose friends you could see. He had broken her trust once, and he was in the process of trying to get that reeastablished.

A few jobs later and he finally had some free time to spare, so he asked Persephone Dashiell if she would mind coming to Denon. The longer he was here, the more that stood out about this place, more to see and even more to discover. So why not do it with Persie, he knew she would have some good insights and comments on everything going on here.

Kiran checked his communicator, looking at the time as he stood at the spaceport. She was due to arrive any moment he was sure with Zee in tow.

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

DENON SPACEPORT

Persephone hated Denon.

A planet that tried too hard to be the center of importance. If other culturally important planets were 'old money', Denon was definitely the 'new money' cousin who had zero idea how to act. Their Senator had recently been posing for holos in a disaster zone where many had died. Where her adoptive father was working to restore the mines. Where everyday citizens just wondered how they were going to get by.

Gaudy. Poor taste. Loud. Just like everything else on this hellhole.

Yet Kiran Arlos had invited her, so Persephone was going to grit her teeth and bare it. Once close, close enough that Persephone thought they would end up dating, they had a loose connection that remained. After violating her trust she had pushed him far into her outer circle but not completely out. She was now guarded at every turn with the boy, unsure if he would pull another stunt.

Dressed simply in black-and-white, the teenager strode through the spaceport with Zee in tow. She had chartered a yacht, not having her own yet. Something to ask her parents for now that she lived away at University.

Coming up along the side of Kiran, Persie offered a small wave to catch his attention.

"Kiran, hello."

 

[Kiran Arlos]

Denon Spaceport
Persephone Dashiell
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Kiran caught glimpse of Persephone and showed a small smile, well goofy smile to say. He was happy to see her, she was in many ways his only and closest friend. He might have been able to count Zee in that group too, so that would be two friends, but he would need to get more of the droids thoughts on that matter. He giggled lightly as he waved his hand at the duo.

"Hey Persephone." He said walking a few steps closer to the two fo them. "Hey Zee, have you been staying out of trouble?" The teenager turned back to Persephone. "Thanks for coming, and you look very pretty."

He looked back towards the spaceport enterance, leading into the much larger conquest that was Denon. "Have you been here before? I was taking a few odd jobs here and at first, it seemed like just a party planet to me, or well from what I heard." Kiran spoke, just giving his thought and opinion on the matter.

"I'm sitll trying to...." Kiran began as he reached into his pocket to pull out the phamlet of all the things that could be done, and the pamphlet almost touched the ground before it finally unfolded completey. "Gods, what do people do here?"

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[Persephone Dashiell]

DENON

[ Trouble tends to find me Mister Arlos. ]

Persephone rolled her eyes at Zee's words. Who heard of a droid trying to sound cooler than he actually was? Quirks in his programming for sure. Given the droid was a near-copy of L3-37, her parent's units, there was no surprise Zee had personality. Eyes darted around the spaceport as they approached one another. Oddly a good deal of college-aged sentients in the spaceport. Spring break? Given it was a den of debauchery, not surprising.

"Kiran, you look nice. Little taller, I think."

As he pulled out the pamphlet, an eyebrow arched.

"I saw this restaurant on ZikZok...sushi place...which may be questionable given there's no real ocean...but it's in District 12. One of the nice Districts apparently. Dark Water, I think it's called? Its on me, of course. It will give you time to look through your book of activities."

Kiran Arlos ​