Posted by Lieutenant Commander Faye Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Elsewhere- A Honeymoon

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Elsewhere- A Honeymoon

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Faye Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Elsewhere- A Honeymoon

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They walked past the guard and out the door. Dagggum grinned and said “The guard said we couldn’t leave without Kodell’s permission.” and he chuckled.

Faye snorted. “Did he now? Too bad he didn’t say that to my face…”

Once they were off the grounds, Daggum looked down at Faye and said “One more stop? Or do you want to head back to the ship?”

Daggum

She stopped and gazed up at him. “Your turn, Star Man. You were with me through my demon hunting. You’ve got me for yours- I’m armed and raring to go.” And Faye was honest, and even though she wasn’t entirely sure where he would go, she had her suspicions. Much like the holodeck program she simply observed and held space for, she would do so again with whatever the reality was here on Orion. Was she scared? Hell yes. But if any of this was supposed to be easy, they both would have done it a long time ago.

~Faye

Daggum led them to one of the public transporters. Before they entered, he pulled her aside and spoke seriously. “Now listen, Faye. Where we are headed I know you never saw. Its a far cry from the Merchant Houses and estates. We are going Gaddis, the capital of Orion. Huge crowds, lots of poverty, and everything is for sale. It’s dangerous and dirty and crowded… but we won’t be there long. I’m taking us to the closest transporter station near the Pits. We’ll have about 5en blocks to walk. If we get seperated, beam out immediately and we’ll meet back at the ship, ok?”

Daggum

Faye nodded. She reached up and rested her hand on his beautiful green skin, her grey-green eyes fierce. “I woke up in a Processing Centre and I survived plenty of hellish places during my Lost Years. I know what I’m trying to avoid,” she said, wanting him to understand that she understood the possible danger.

Dropping her hand, she reached for his and laced her fingers through his. “Just hold on tight. We got this.”

~Faye

~Faye

Daggum nodded and gave her a squeeze and then they stepped into the transporter…

And stepped out into a cacophony of sights, sounds and smells…

Unlike the sunlight streets they were just on, this place was dark, lit only by the swirling holo and neon lights of the countless bars, brothels, shops, and dens of inequity that surrounded them. The city was on the same side of the planet, but the pollution was so heavy it was luke night. Daggum physically shook for a few moments, the oppressiveness and overwhelming memories flooding over him, before he took a breath and steadied himself. True, the names of places had changed, and there wasn’t a familiar face in view… but the more things had changed, the more they had remained the same.

“Follow me. Stay close.” He held her hand tight and they began to weave through the crowds. “Careful of pickpockets!” he called back to her over the din of yelling, laughter, cursing and the occasional scream.

It took them about 30 minutes, and three would-be thieves broken fingers, to make it to their destination.

The street thinned out considerably as they reached the block of the infamous Pits. As they approached, the street became darker, less well lit, and less populated to the point they were two of the few beings on the street. Daggum slowed and looked up.

The Pits were actually a single building, epic in size for its location in the middle of the city. Almost thirty stories high, it was a large colosseum-like structure… and it had seen better days. Faded bills plastered the walls and paint flaked off the exterior. Large doors of metal stood rusted and dented at the front. Ivy clung to the walls in some places, and water ran down in others. Few lights were on outside, leaving the building facade lit only in spots of sickly yellow light.

Daggum stood and stared for a long time, his eyes darting back and forth. “Well, this is a switch.” he said softly. “This used to be… something else… entirely. Painted weekly, lit up every hour of every day. Outside we would hear traffic and voices at all hours.” and he shook his head. “Oh how the mighty have fallen, I guess…”

Daggum