Delam folded his arms over his chest and leaned back against the durasteel bulkhead. All around him were travelers of various social levels. Some were tourists, others refugees, businessmen and so on. The crowd was varied at best and motley at worst. He fit in well here.
Clicking his tongue, Delam reached down for the datapad strapped to his wrist and ran through the data he'd procured for the third time since leaving Zenith Prime. The small walls of text were a library of information all their own, so massive that it would take a normal man weeks to peruse through their contents.
Fortunately, Delam knew what he wanted.
He scrolled through the many listings and categories until he found the records that he sought. An image of a vague ship eclipsed by an asteroid belt along with a box of text popped up on the screen. He narrowed his eye at the information and grumbled a curse under his breath. It seemed the probe droids had gathered more information than previously expected. That was going to be a problem if the men and women of Zenith Prime continued their perusal.
One of the aliens nearby leaned forward. The shifting of his eyes to the walls ahead did not hide his actions. The foul beast had been attempting to read what Delam had been looking at. The soldier could not contain the scowl that found its way upon his lips, nor could he refrain from flashing the horned animal a baleful glare.
The creature averted its gaze.
"This Ambria can't be far," he growled, stuffing his hands into his pockets to keep any others from snooping at his datapad. He had just parted his lips to utter a curse when the entire shuttle shook.
"Damnit all!" He snarled, gripping one of the nearby chairs that had been bolted to the floor so hard that his knuckles turned white. Bodies slammed against one another and screams made it impossible to hear whatever was being said over the intercom.
Then the shaking stopped.
Was it turbulence? Such things were rather common on the life ship the empire's people had used to enter this galaxy. Delam furrowed his brow as he reached for the compact rifle held housed within his coat. Something was off here.
He turned to the horned alien to speak when the lights flickered. A child a corridor down screamed. The sound of flesh being rent apart, like a butcher carving through swine, drove the rest of the crowd into lunacy. Delam slipped his rifle out from its nestling place in his jacket, not caring who saw him armed.
The ripping sound came louder this time, and close too. People trampled over one another as they fled toward the aft end of the vessel, not caring who they crushed in their flight. Delam pressed himself up against the wall and waited, his mass-rifle humming as it came to life.
Clicking his tongue, Delam reached down for the datapad strapped to his wrist and ran through the data he'd procured for the third time since leaving Zenith Prime. The small walls of text were a library of information all their own, so massive that it would take a normal man weeks to peruse through their contents.
Fortunately, Delam knew what he wanted.
He scrolled through the many listings and categories until he found the records that he sought. An image of a vague ship eclipsed by an asteroid belt along with a box of text popped up on the screen. He narrowed his eye at the information and grumbled a curse under his breath. It seemed the probe droids had gathered more information than previously expected. That was going to be a problem if the men and women of Zenith Prime continued their perusal.
One of the aliens nearby leaned forward. The shifting of his eyes to the walls ahead did not hide his actions. The foul beast had been attempting to read what Delam had been looking at. The soldier could not contain the scowl that found its way upon his lips, nor could he refrain from flashing the horned animal a baleful glare.
The creature averted its gaze.
"This Ambria can't be far," he growled, stuffing his hands into his pockets to keep any others from snooping at his datapad. He had just parted his lips to utter a curse when the entire shuttle shook.
"Damnit all!" He snarled, gripping one of the nearby chairs that had been bolted to the floor so hard that his knuckles turned white. Bodies slammed against one another and screams made it impossible to hear whatever was being said over the intercom.
Then the shaking stopped.
Was it turbulence? Such things were rather common on the life ship the empire's people had used to enter this galaxy. Delam furrowed his brow as he reached for the compact rifle held housed within his coat. Something was off here.
He turned to the horned alien to speak when the lights flickered. A child a corridor down screamed. The sound of flesh being rent apart, like a butcher carving through swine, drove the rest of the crowd into lunacy. Delam slipped his rifle out from its nestling place in his jacket, not caring who saw him armed.
The ripping sound came louder this time, and close too. People trampled over one another as they fled toward the aft end of the vessel, not caring who they crushed in their flight. Delam pressed himself up against the wall and waited, his mass-rifle humming as it came to life.