“Giant head flying through space, huh? Now that’s traveling in style.” It wasn’t surprising to learn there were plans to make the entire settlement mobile. Despite being on the edge of known space, Knowhere had been the target of several attacks through the ages and there would be more in the future. Keeping Knowhere a moving target just made sense.
“I’m disappointed you didn’t bring a hat to wear for the tour. Make it official-like.” The comment came as Blackjack tossed the stick from his dumplings into a refuse bin, licking the last traces of spiced sauce from his fingers. Warm, sweet, and sour all at once. Delicious. He approached Rocket to stand at his right side where the two could walk side by side. Less of a chance to get separated than if he lagged behind the other and it made it easier to converse over the din of the streets.
When Blackjack commented about his plan to make Knowhere mobile he just nodded and grinned at the other.
“You’ll get over it,” Rocket said dismissively patting the other gingerly on the shoulder. He led Blackjack for a rusted yellow platform lift so they could get to the rest of the city, pressing his fist to pressing a large green button that lit up and started to lift with the sound of mechanical pistons releasing gasses as they went up. Once they got up past the plaza, the city seemed to go on forever, but only because of how it was built, buildings were stacked to the top of the skull with skyways connecting everything, some even hanging from the interior crown. The population within Knowhere did seem a lot less crowded which may explained the availability for free housing that Rocket had hooked BlackJack with.
While the city bustled, there was a lot of workers visibly laboring over repairs among the crowds, fixing the walls, signs, and even the railings that had been damaged.
“We got a few convenience stores open 24/7, the one over there, Blotty’s In & Out is going to be closest to where we are,” He spoke and walked briskly, knowing BlackJack wouldn’t have any trouble keeping up with his long legs. If anything he was trying to set a quick pace for his sake.
“Run by a family of ascavarians, real nice people, but uh... stay away from their daughter, she’s got a mean temper. Over here is where we meet up for poker night, but there’s a whole betting hall attached that’s pretty popular... If you wanna good place to grab a hot meal, there’s Pescamore’s down the street there, they’ll have some good food, relatively cheap too and I know they’ll have vegetarian options for you... since you don’t cook, that may be a good place to keep in mind.”
Rocket had them turn at the restaurant labeled as Pescamore’s in the Krylorian language before heading down another street, the street seemed wider down this way, and more open with taller buildings coming up.
“Munitions are going to be available at various checkpoints in case of emergency, we’ll work towards getting you clearance, until that, just know it’s there,” Rocket said, scratching the back of his neck, knowing that the weapons visible in their secured vault would likely make the other halfworlder go starry eyed. Weapons for the Guardians were in no short supply and they had multiple locked down vaults all over the city with security that Rocket himself designed to be practically impregnable by anyone he didn’t put into the system.
