Judah Dashiell
Salvage Empire
Tabaqui ; Nellore, Former manufacturing capital.
Tucked away in its little corner of Levantine Sanctum space, Tabaqui was feeling the reaches of outside contact once more. Granted, this contact was small and insignificant. There may be small game hunting trips on the planet and outsiders coming to trade with locals, but it was nothing on the scale of what the planet once was. Doubtful that is ever would be restored. Yet perhaps this was for the better. Tabaqui had a past that wasn't exactly rosy.
Judah stood on a small hill on the outskirts of Nellore. From a distance it looked quiet and peaceful, the ruins a monument to the fallen planet. Reports from others had stated otherwise. Nellore had survivor activity inside. Not the friendly kind that relief aid could build a stick-frame house for and set up in a small village. Rather vicious warlords that used others as slaves, pawns in their turf wars. What exactly they had been fighting over remained a mystery to Judah. More territory? Tabaqui was all but uninhabited. They could have acres upon acres of stretches with little to no opposition.
Beside him, [member="Coci Sinopi"] was quiet, taking in the city with him. The woman had settled on Tabaqui near a village. Judah had been tempted to move out here himself. Or at least build a quiet corner to escape to when things got rough. He might as well. Today wouldn't be the day though to build a oceanside shack though.
"You know....this isn't going to be easy. Whats the final plan for Nellore? You know...after all this is said and done."
Tucked away in its little corner of Levantine Sanctum space, Tabaqui was feeling the reaches of outside contact once more. Granted, this contact was small and insignificant. There may be small game hunting trips on the planet and outsiders coming to trade with locals, but it was nothing on the scale of what the planet once was. Doubtful that is ever would be restored. Yet perhaps this was for the better. Tabaqui had a past that wasn't exactly rosy.
Judah stood on a small hill on the outskirts of Nellore. From a distance it looked quiet and peaceful, the ruins a monument to the fallen planet. Reports from others had stated otherwise. Nellore had survivor activity inside. Not the friendly kind that relief aid could build a stick-frame house for and set up in a small village. Rather vicious warlords that used others as slaves, pawns in their turf wars. What exactly they had been fighting over remained a mystery to Judah. More territory? Tabaqui was all but uninhabited. They could have acres upon acres of stretches with little to no opposition.
Beside him, [member="Coci Sinopi"] was quiet, taking in the city with him. The woman had settled on Tabaqui near a village. Judah had been tempted to move out here himself. Or at least build a quiet corner to escape to when things got rough. He might as well. Today wouldn't be the day though to build a oceanside shack though.
"You know....this isn't going to be easy. Whats the final plan for Nellore? You know...after all this is said and done."