Jet l'Reed stared out at the twin sunset of the planet Anksh XII. It's twin
suns setting at the same time was a beautiful site to behold, but Jet had
more pressing buisness. He had heard that a Craftworld's scout force had
been lost on this barren desert world. Harliquins such as himself and his
tribe of wandering warriors/entertainers usually had no dealings with their
craftworld cousins, but they were not evil like their dark relatives who
raided randomly, and hearing a distress beacon from the Craftworld force,
he had decided to take a look at what had trapped them on the desert warld
of Anksh XII.
Jet walked down the colourful corridors, glancing at the bright and complex patterns that wwere displayed on the walls. The whole ship was buzzing with energy, getting ready to set down on the lifeless, unforgiving world. He ganced at the data pad in his hand, and was surprised by the readings. According to their fresh data, Anksh had zero species of fauna and flora living on it. In all of his 185 mon-keigh (human) years of travelling, he had never come across a world with such an oxygen rich atmosphere that had no species of life. Even desert worlds should have some form of plannt or small rodent, even ameaba. But the scan had showed nothing, nothing at all. There was something not right here, and Jet wanted to find out what. He reached the ships 'Fighter and Lander' bay. The multicoulered door sweeped open without a sound, and he stepped in.
The bay was huge, at least a quarter of a mile from one side to another. He got ont a small grav-platform and told it his destination. The platform lifted up, and swooped across the bay, and Jet looked over the countless ships below him, with people scurreing to and fro like restless ants. His tribe, the Alfaa, had grown in size and number ever since he had come to be their leader, a Great Harliquin. The platform flew lower, and finally landed next to a small lander covered in the tribes green, red, yellow and blue diamond signature pattern. He dismounted from the floating platform, which swiftly departed, heading back the the entrance it was stationed at. He climbed in the landing craft, greetedhis fellow warriors, and closed the transparent doors.
Jet walked down the colourful corridors, glancing at the bright and complex patterns that wwere displayed on the walls. The whole ship was buzzing with energy, getting ready to set down on the lifeless, unforgiving world. He ganced at the data pad in his hand, and was surprised by the readings. According to their fresh data, Anksh had zero species of fauna and flora living on it. In all of his 185 mon-keigh (human) years of travelling, he had never come across a world with such an oxygen rich atmosphere that had no species of life. Even desert worlds should have some form of plannt or small rodent, even ameaba. But the scan had showed nothing, nothing at all. There was something not right here, and Jet wanted to find out what. He reached the ships 'Fighter and Lander' bay. The multicoulered door sweeped open without a sound, and he stepped in.
The bay was huge, at least a quarter of a mile from one side to another. He got ont a small grav-platform and told it his destination. The platform lifted up, and swooped across the bay, and Jet looked over the countless ships below him, with people scurreing to and fro like restless ants. His tribe, the Alfaa, had grown in size and number ever since he had come to be their leader, a Great Harliquin. The platform flew lower, and finally landed next to a small lander covered in the tribes green, red, yellow and blue diamond signature pattern. He dismounted from the floating platform, which swiftly departed, heading back the the entrance it was stationed at. He climbed in the landing craft, greetedhis fellow warriors, and closed the transparent doors.
