![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Nov. 30th, 2006 07:04 pmIt was snowy. As the shuttle swooped down, white mountains became visible, the bronze metal of the spaceport stark against it. Atton sincerely hoped it had heating. The planet’s faint, distant sun couldn’t be seen through the sun, but they gave off their own light, from gold at spots to purple at others.
The door of the shuttle slid open, letting the sounds of a bustling spaceport in. It wasn’t as noisy as he had expected - With other spaceports on the Outer Rim, the sheer noise could probably kill a small nerf. They were busy, and packed full.
This one was still noisy - Ithorians moved about, waving hands for other workers to come and modify what looked like massive, bizarrely shaped droids, overlarge saucer shaped heads drifting this way and that.
Atton didn’t stay and watch long. After all, spaceports are only interesting for so long.
“Are you delivering a droid?”
Atton turned, eyebrows raised, to look at an Ithorian who had somehow made it to stand by his side without him noticing.
“Ah, no,” He smiled faintly. “Truth be told, I just thought I’d stray a little way from Dantooine for a few days.”
“I see,” Neutrally. “Name?”
“Atton Rand,” Atton put out a hand, which the Ithorian took and shook quietly. “And you?”
“Neza Thaddeus,” The Ithorian replied cheerily. “Co-Director of the restoration of this planet.”
“Great for you. I had no idea this planet was among those being restored - It seems a bit far from the Core to catch your interest.”
“Which is why only a small herd is here. But that does not matter, too much. It suffered only minimal damage during the Mandalorian Wars, and the planet has been undergoing it’s own natural recovery in the years since.”
“Minimal damage.” Atton echoed. Neza turned and peered at him, giving him a scrutinising once over.
“Yes,” He said finally. “Minimal damage. I’m comparing it to cases such as Telos or Eres III. The worst damage here is the destruction of the cities, and the poisoning of the soil, and we’ve begun to reverse that of late. It’s slow work - The clouds are a little cold these past few months, and the soil’s frozen solid, but we’re getting it done.”
“Right. Interesting,” It didn’t sound quite as sincere as it was. “By any chance could you send files on the work being done here to my shuttle?”
“Any specific requests?”
Atton considered this for a second.
“Everything you can. I’m allowed to go outside, right?”
“Yes. But dress up warmly.”
The door of the shuttle slid open, letting the sounds of a bustling spaceport in. It wasn’t as noisy as he had expected - With other spaceports on the Outer Rim, the sheer noise could probably kill a small nerf. They were busy, and packed full.
This one was still noisy - Ithorians moved about, waving hands for other workers to come and modify what looked like massive, bizarrely shaped droids, overlarge saucer shaped heads drifting this way and that.
Atton didn’t stay and watch long. After all, spaceports are only interesting for so long.
“Are you delivering a droid?”
Atton turned, eyebrows raised, to look at an Ithorian who had somehow made it to stand by his side without him noticing.
“Ah, no,” He smiled faintly. “Truth be told, I just thought I’d stray a little way from Dantooine for a few days.”
“I see,” Neutrally. “Name?”
“Atton Rand,” Atton put out a hand, which the Ithorian took and shook quietly. “And you?”
“Neza Thaddeus,” The Ithorian replied cheerily. “Co-Director of the restoration of this planet.”
“Great for you. I had no idea this planet was among those being restored - It seems a bit far from the Core to catch your interest.”
“Which is why only a small herd is here. But that does not matter, too much. It suffered only minimal damage during the Mandalorian Wars, and the planet has been undergoing it’s own natural recovery in the years since.”
“Minimal damage.” Atton echoed. Neza turned and peered at him, giving him a scrutinising once over.
“Yes,” He said finally. “Minimal damage. I’m comparing it to cases such as Telos or Eres III. The worst damage here is the destruction of the cities, and the poisoning of the soil, and we’ve begun to reverse that of late. It’s slow work - The clouds are a little cold these past few months, and the soil’s frozen solid, but we’re getting it done.”
“Right. Interesting,” It didn’t sound quite as sincere as it was. “By any chance could you send files on the work being done here to my shuttle?”
“Any specific requests?”
Atton considered this for a second.
“Everything you can. I’m allowed to go outside, right?”
“Yes. But dress up warmly.”
