Spaceport
Some Godforsaken Planet
How long does it take for somebody to freeze to death in- A digitized number floated in Yoru's periphery- minus sixty degrees standard?
The bitter cold stabbed through several layers of clothing straight to his marrow as he trudged through almost knee-high snow. For what must've been the tenth time in less than a hundred steps, he wiped his frosted-over goggles with the hem of his overcoat. Yoru could make out the vague shape of a domed building through the snowstorm, and as he approached it, the snow thinned out right up to the door, where there was only a sliver of visible ground between the snow and door, just enough space for him to shake the snow off of himself. "Blast it," he said with a chattering jaw and aggressively fingered the door panel until it finally granted him access.
It hissed open, and as hot air rushed out, Yoru rushed in. The scrapper moved his goggles onto his forehead and pulled his gaiter down under his chin, and briefly scanned his new surroundings, sniffling and wiping at his pink nose with the back of his gloved hand. There were rods of cylindrical lightbulbs that ran along the curved walls, but most of them didn't work. The ones that did barely flickered. The only light came from a large lamp above the island bar at the center of the building and a few lit lamps at some nearby tables. There was only a handful of people in the building, that being the bartender, Yoru, and a couple of unwelcoming folks that he didn't care to stare at for too long.
Just as he concluded his thoughts, he arrived opposite the bartender. There were stools, but Yoru didn't bother. Sitting would mean bending his joints. Bending his joints would remind him that he was freezing. Standing was fine, at least until he was warm.
"Hey," Yoru greeted the bartender, a Sullustan, who was unenthusiastically wiping the inside of a permanently stained clear cup with a permanently stained rag. "Hey," he said again, louder.
"What'll it be?" The Sullustan asked. Yoru looked behind and around the bartender for a menu, but there was nothing.
"What, uh... I'll... Do you have anything warm?"
With his foot, the bartender slid a small hatch open under the counter and bent at the knees to grab a tall, skinny glass of some opaque, muddy-colored liquid. Yoru reached for it as the bartender set it on the counter, but the Sullastan pulled it back. "Gotta pay," was all he said.
"Um, the guy said the first one was free... With refueling."
The bartender grumbled something under his breath and pushed the glass to Yoru. He quickly took his gloves off and took the cup into both of his hands. It was warm, after all. He raised the cup to his lips and sipped it. It was unpleasantly thick and had the consistency of snot, but it was warm and pleasantly sweet. Yoru took the cup to an empty table behind him. It was comfortably far from the other guests. He fiddled with the lamp a bit but couldn't get it to turn on.
"Hey, how do you turn this on?" He said to the Sullastan, who ignored him. "The- the lamp, how do you... Oh, forget it." He said with a glance towards the other table, envious that they got to sit under some light.
Some Godforsaken Planet
How long does it take for somebody to freeze to death in- A digitized number floated in Yoru's periphery- minus sixty degrees standard?
The bitter cold stabbed through several layers of clothing straight to his marrow as he trudged through almost knee-high snow. For what must've been the tenth time in less than a hundred steps, he wiped his frosted-over goggles with the hem of his overcoat. Yoru could make out the vague shape of a domed building through the snowstorm, and as he approached it, the snow thinned out right up to the door, where there was only a sliver of visible ground between the snow and door, just enough space for him to shake the snow off of himself. "Blast it," he said with a chattering jaw and aggressively fingered the door panel until it finally granted him access.
It hissed open, and as hot air rushed out, Yoru rushed in. The scrapper moved his goggles onto his forehead and pulled his gaiter down under his chin, and briefly scanned his new surroundings, sniffling and wiping at his pink nose with the back of his gloved hand. There were rods of cylindrical lightbulbs that ran along the curved walls, but most of them didn't work. The ones that did barely flickered. The only light came from a large lamp above the island bar at the center of the building and a few lit lamps at some nearby tables. There was only a handful of people in the building, that being the bartender, Yoru, and a couple of unwelcoming folks that he didn't care to stare at for too long.
Just as he concluded his thoughts, he arrived opposite the bartender. There were stools, but Yoru didn't bother. Sitting would mean bending his joints. Bending his joints would remind him that he was freezing. Standing was fine, at least until he was warm.
"Hey," Yoru greeted the bartender, a Sullustan, who was unenthusiastically wiping the inside of a permanently stained clear cup with a permanently stained rag. "Hey," he said again, louder.
"What'll it be?" The Sullustan asked. Yoru looked behind and around the bartender for a menu, but there was nothing.
"What, uh... I'll... Do you have anything warm?"
With his foot, the bartender slid a small hatch open under the counter and bent at the knees to grab a tall, skinny glass of some opaque, muddy-colored liquid. Yoru reached for it as the bartender set it on the counter, but the Sullastan pulled it back. "Gotta pay," was all he said.
"Um, the guy said the first one was free... With refueling."
The bartender grumbled something under his breath and pushed the glass to Yoru. He quickly took his gloves off and took the cup into both of his hands. It was warm, after all. He raised the cup to his lips and sipped it. It was unpleasantly thick and had the consistency of snot, but it was warm and pleasantly sweet. Yoru took the cup to an empty table behind him. It was comfortably far from the other guests. He fiddled with the lamp a bit but couldn't get it to turn on.
"Hey, how do you turn this on?" He said to the Sullastan, who ignored him. "The- the lamp, how do you... Oh, forget it." He said with a glance towards the other table, envious that they got to sit under some light.
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