The overwhelming feeling of safety and security was a pleasure for all five of them, even Siliscia, who didn't otherwise like the barren environment of Planet Sarantel, devoid of much nature.
Ten meters away from them was a fence bordering a familiar city that stretched as far as the eye could see, along with a gate that led to it. Above the gate was a board sign that had a hologram spelling out the name of the city loudly and boldly in neon colors.
[City Stormfront]
THUD
Runark fell to his knees. "Ahhhh! The sweet smell of civilization!"
"Technically, Amadeus III had civilization," Misha nonchalantly remarked as she strode forward, brushing her curly afro off the iron-ore dust that blew across the surface of the planet. "Let's go. I'm dying to get a proper deep-cleansing exfoliating bath."
"ID," the Martial Master bodyguards standing at the forefront of the city gates with standard-issue exo-Martial suits demanded.
