OOC: For some reason I woke up this morning and felt a desire to write a story, so this is what seemed to leak from my head. I hope yall enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
Twin suns began their slow climb into the sky above the dry sands of the northern wastelands of Rubi-Ka, sunrise on one of the most desolate areas of the planet, but also one of the few that had been pulled into the war that raged to the south. Hot winds tore across the land here, smoothing the sands and forcing most creatures into hiding, only those with strength, courage, or foolishness remained as the suns began to heat the desert. A lone figure stands on the edge of a deep crevice, a massive scar on the surface of the world, a dark cloak masking his figures and shielding him from the sun, the material billowing lightly as the winds tore through the canyon. Slowly the figure pulled back the hood of the cloak, looking up at the suns as they started their journey through the sky, marking another day on the rock he called home. Garret "Valaik" Clasen sighed as he thought of all that lay to the south of him, so many people trying their best to kill each other, fighting for Freedom or for the corporation, neither side seeming to care to do anything but kill the other. A smile spread across his wind blown features as the image of his wife came to mind, slowly he looked down into the canyon from his place along the cliff, his gaze sweeping up to take in the quiet desert around him, a place where few things could live, but ultimately where peace reigned. Slowly he turned and walked away from the cliff, once again pulling his hood up to sheild himself from the sun and the winds as he made his way seemingly carefree through the large rocks that linned the canyon and the wall of rock behind it. He made his way across the desert, his eyes taking in all that surrounded him, the land itself and the creatures that called it home, most of the deadliest creatures known could be found here. He walked on, for nearly an hour when a large facility appeared in the distance, Its sandblasted metal walls out of place among the sands, but it stood tall, rising out of the mountain that served to shield it from the majority of the winds. He made his way to one of the many doors on its exterior and punched in a numbered sequence on the pad next to it, with a slow grinding noise the door slide open wide enough for Valaik to squeeze his way inside, tapping the pad on this side the door once again ground in its tracks and then locked itself tight with a large thud. He moved slowly through what had become his warehouse, crates and containers of every shape and size linned the walls of the corridor, goods he had shipped in from offworld and items collected here, all waiting on the right time to slowly make their way into Rubi-Ka's market. He chuckled lightly as he passed an open box of the soon to be infamous "I love Jugz" T-Shirts, a few of which he had already moved south into the city. At the end of the Corridor he stopped at another door, this one much newer and much more secure, his hand print openned triggered the unlocking sequence, the door slid smoothly open and he stepped inside. This was his home away from home, a large collection of computers designed to help him to store information, monitor communications, and track shipments of goods. Slowly he scanned the terminals mounted on the walls to make sure all was well, satisfied that everything was he moved to a panel on the wall flipped a switch, and growled when nothing happened, flicking it a few more times he finally heard what he had been waiting on, the high pitched sound of metal grinding against metal above him, as the main doors slowly slide open. He moved through a door at the back of the room, securing it behind him before moving up the stairs to the main vehicle bay where his Yalmaha was parked, looking out the now fully opened doors at the lands surrounding him, a smile once again crossing his face as he got in his Yalm and started the Ion engine. "Guess my vacation is over, time to get back to the city and cause some trouble, maybe make a little money on the side.", he said to himself as he ran all his checks, satisfied that the sands had done nothing to his vehicle he slowly accelerated out of the bay, sending the signal to close the doors as he cleared them. Soon he had his Yalm tearing across the desert at top speed, no more than 20 meters above the ground until he saw the canyon he had stood along in the distance, approaching it fast he banked hard and let his vehicle dive into the canyon, following it as it lazily banked south, back towards the rest of the world.
