Aug 4, 2015
k-beckettt
[ SOMETHIN’ ain’t right, but he won’t say a gorram word. The air don’t taste right; it makes him uneasy. There’s too much here, not like the Core planets he knows. An’ somehow their technology seems... less. ]
“Mo ming qi miao.” A murmur, a breath of Mandarin as he passes through the shade of a skyscraper that looks too tall to be standing on it’s own in this sort of gravity.