Not-So-Much-Freedom
@hell-and-starlight
It was a B E A U T I F U L enough day on the planet...
The main marketplace, where different alien races came to converse, mingle, and just to have a good enough time. The red sun was shining brightly in the sky, looming over several buildings and people casting shadows everywhere. 1077 looked typically the same-- except for one minor difference. There was a orange band around his armored wrist, a simple indicator of sorts for tracking him for Jisris and Vekem. They wouldn’t want him to wander off of course.
If so, there’d be serious consequences, and he knew that.
John walked down the sidewalk-- eyeing everything. They had just gotten down here--
‘‘It’s.... a lot to see.’‘ He simply said to the other person beside him, Grace.