Attahox Junk Yard
The public transport on which Vik was traveling had been diverted. Daalang starport authorities had alerted the captain that some sort of trouble had shut down landing of incoming ships and they were to proceeded to Attahox. Vik paid little attention of this, he had no known of either place really and he was just happy to be getting away from a situation that was far from pleasant, but with some more experience with how things worked, that people can not be trusted, and anything was possible and most likely to happen, he had enjoyed this trip where he could sit back in the cargo bay and keep to himself. No one bothered him, all the other passengers headed for Daalang had their own business for being there and that was just fine with him.
He could feel the ship shuddering as it entered the atmosphere and made descent, he gripped his bag as if it would save him if the worst was to happen, he was still not used to this traveling in metal ships, it seemed to him to be unnatural for sentients to take to the skies and beyond that. But his developed adventurous nature felt excited with the prospects of seeing something new, it was just a pity that there would be people around to get in his way.
Vik joined the long line of people filing into the customs, it would take a while it looked like as many ships had landed at the same time so he just kept his head down and blended into the crowd. The officials were all smiles, but there was something unsettling about it all, the smiles seemed forced and there was a sense of lurking danger that puzzled him as he passed through the barriers after being cleared to proceed. He rounded a corner of the large dark wall that obscured the view to the main gathering area beyond it, and he was meet with a foreboding scene.
The people that had gone before him now ushered away at gun point. He had no where to go, he could not turn back nor go forward, they were all trapped.