Craig ST Posted January 21, 2014 Share Posted January 21, 2014 The central promenade of Shackle was bustling with activity, but then as a major pilgrimage site for the various Hindu faiths, it was always busy. Hindus (as wall a Sikhs and Jains) from all over the solar system traveled here to pray at the various temples, the flowing waters of the canal systems having become as symbolically important to them as the Ganges River on Earth once was. ,, The Hacker best known as Phantom sat in a café not far from one of the central temples/parks; he could hear the trumpet of one of the Indian Elephants kept at the park and imagined the squeals of delight from the tourists and their children. He had just finished a light lunch and the mechanical server had just silently cleared away the remains which depositing a fresh beverage on the table. Phantom wasn’t sure if it was purely robotic or if some hapless Infogee was sleeved into it but in the end it didn’t really matter to him. He’d just complete a transaction with the notoriously difficult to please Singh Brothers and they had left smiling. It was a good day. ,, The voice of his muse cut into Phantom’s reverie. “Sir I have an urgent message for you. It’s Devona,” Phantom frowned. Getting a call from Firewatch meant trouble, and while he was normally up for trouble, he knew whatever it was; it was going to kill his buzz. ,, “Put her through.” ,, Devona’s image, that of a plain, frumpy woman with mousy brown hair down to her shoulders and little to no make-up materialized in the chair across from him. Phantom was never quite sure if this was really what she looked like or some sort of off putting AR disguise but he had trouble believing anyone would really choose to look that way. “Pack your bags boy, you are needed on Mars,” She said in her usual abrupt manner. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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