TERMINUS
OUTER RIM TERRITORIES
The Solarbeam had been stationary for almost twelve hours now.OUTER RIM TERRITORIES
Hunkered down within its hangar bay, plumes of blackened steam venting from its aft exhaust, the luxury liner had certainly seen better days. Six hours prior the vessel had been relieved of its remaining passengers, while the crew got to work readying it for another influx of travelers wishing to pass along the Corellian Trade Spine and into more... civilized sectors. Word had spread that the ship would not be mobile again for at least a few days, which left many with an unusual opportunity; with no work left to do, and time to burn, there was a whole world before them to explore.
After months in space, zipping back and forth along hyperspace lanes and lost to the monotony of work, Marric found himself among those seizing the moment. Though he had no credits of his own to speak of, in that he worked for the roof over his head, Tor had tossed him a chit as well as a small list of items the engineer was in need of, and told to do as he pleased with the rest.
Marric did not need to be told twice.
He donned his outer wear, consisting of an insulated coat which sat over his crew uniform, and hurried down the boarding ramp before anyone could change their mind. Though the air outside was hardly what one would call clean, the abundance of starships passing overhead no doubt partly to blame, he breathed it all in regardless and put his legs to work.
His dash of freedom did not last as long as he would have liked, however; soon enough he was slowed as he joined a long line of individuals hoping to pass from the spaceport and into the City proper. His heart raced, before an unseen hand closed around it and squeezed, as he patted down his pockets in search of his identification. Already the line continued on behind him, around him, enclosing him in and pushing him on.
As though they did not see him, or simply chose to overlook his presence, he felt them press against him until it seemed like all the air was sucked from his immediate vicinity. Torn between wishing that time would slow so that he could find the papers, and hoping that he'd reach the front of the line swiftly, Marric resigned himself with simply going with the flow.
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