Port Twelve

[Roleplay]

The sky was crowded with dark clouds and a heavy traffic of vessels of all sizes. From among the crowd a couple of ships appeared, first as flashes of tiny lights in the horizon, they slowly gained shape and volume as they approached the massive city carved inside a mountainous region. Shadowed by snowy peaks and skyscrapers, the evening fell early on the metropolis except for the tops of the largest buildings.

Even in the brightly lit docks, a Manta, obnoxiously surrounded by blinding blue lights, bothered a whole lot of folk and made them block their eyes, many curses were slung towards the ship in retaliation. Apparently aware of the discomfort of the locals, the pilot of the ship turned off the lights right before the ship touched the ground, making a mental note to get these removed first thing in the morning -- and not forget it like the last time.

The pilot jumped off the ship, wearing what you'd expect from a common bounty hunter -- a simple, dark pilot suit with no markings, full of pockets, and zipped down to the upper chest. He was also carrying a small satchel over his shoulder, which he eyed once nervously, then took a deep breath and stretched. It was a sweet feeling to be on foot after sitting in the cockpit for hours. And hopeful, he was waiting for his companion to appear from the ship landing close by.