Post by Bobbi on Oct 15, 2021 17:04:23 GMT -5
Ithica
It was a planet that could have been any other within the galaxy. There were many like it in many ways. It was a civilized world brimming with commerce and industry. Its planetary defense was just as good as many others out in the galaxy. Its cities were not unlike others that towered high and housed a multitude of difference species. It had never been home, but still Solomon hadn't needed to do any finagling to get clearance to land. Ships came and went like a river at times, and he was just one among them. There was no need for him to ask which house, or where Annie and Newe-un were, exactly. They were in one of his houses, and he knew precisely where it was located.
He made the trip there as quickly as he could, foregoing the airlanes and sticking to the walkways and bridges that connected levels to levels. One lift up five levels, and several blocks away from the port, he slipped into a tenant building that reached up several more levels above his head. The sky, when he looked up, was just changing color from day to evening in a very pink hue. It made the duracrete of the building glow in a soft rosy shine where the structure cut against the sky.
Inside the air was less than fresh, carrying the scent of recyclers that had just been cleaned, the antiseptic smell lingered like light perfume. It was a clean building, the corridors wide and as well kept as the rooms. The one Solomon aimed for was at the end of a corridor another three levels up from where he'd entered. When he'd chosen it, it had been one of the most quiet corners of the building and one of the biggest rentals that the property had to offer.
He had been half expecting to see the door blown in, or holes punched into the building with local p.d. climbing all over the place. What he fully found was still that quiet corner of the building with a door fully intact. With a glance behind him down the well lit hallway Sol was convinced that no one was lingering. No one was watching.
First, he tested the door and found it locked. Good. She hadn't forgotten their instructions. Instead of trying to break the lock himself, Sol signaled the chime and slipped to the left side of the door frame with his right hand moving up beneath the jacket he wore to rest on the butt of his blaster.
He was greeted with no answer, even after several moments.
He waited for several more breaths before stepping back up to the door while letting go of his blaster. He was going to need both hands for this. Within moments he had the key entered and the door opened.
He was just shifting his weight to step toward the door but stopped dead. Movement within the dark room tickled at his senses. Very slowly, he raised his hands and turned while stepping into the doorway, "Annie?" He whispered into the dark room, "Annie, its alright. Its me."
From where he'd sensed movement there came more, a rush of it, and the sound of a blaster heavily hitting the floor. He knew it was coming, what happened next, but had been too slow to react to Annie before she threw her arms around him for a tight embrace, "Thank the gods." He heard her breathe. His hesitance lasted just half of a second before he was returning the hug, turning it into a means to guide her back into the dark.
Inside the apartment, Sol gave the panel by the door a flick of his hand to bring the door to close behind him. His other arm remained around Annie until he brought the lights within the room up. "Where's Newe-un?" He asked, letting Annie go gently.
A look around the room showed that not much had changed since the last time he'd been in the place, which was a good thing. Nothing was moved that he could tell, but the place was clean and the furniture was no different than it had been when he brought it in to furnish the place. He'd chosen chairs and a conform couch in a creamy tan that blended well with the off-white walls and pale grey carpeting that came standard for the building's rooms.
Annie stepped back when he let her go, turning and moving to pick up the blaster she'd dropped to the floor. "He's resting right now, but is better than he was. He says he's fine but...." Blaster in hand, Annie turned to look back at Sol and shook her head, "I --can't imagine what I'd do without him." There was a waver to her gentle features that lingered as Sol drew closer with the aim of pulling her into another hug.
"He'll be alright, we'll make sure of that." Solomon's promise was not lightly made. He had every intention of seeing that Newe-un's injuries, whatever they were, would be taken care of to the fullest extent. It was the very least he could do for the couple that had taken such good care of his little girl. "Come and sit, tell me what happened. We'll let him rest a little longer."
It was a planet that could have been any other within the galaxy. There were many like it in many ways. It was a civilized world brimming with commerce and industry. Its planetary defense was just as good as many others out in the galaxy. Its cities were not unlike others that towered high and housed a multitude of difference species. It had never been home, but still Solomon hadn't needed to do any finagling to get clearance to land. Ships came and went like a river at times, and he was just one among them. There was no need for him to ask which house, or where Annie and Newe-un were, exactly. They were in one of his houses, and he knew precisely where it was located.
He made the trip there as quickly as he could, foregoing the airlanes and sticking to the walkways and bridges that connected levels to levels. One lift up five levels, and several blocks away from the port, he slipped into a tenant building that reached up several more levels above his head. The sky, when he looked up, was just changing color from day to evening in a very pink hue. It made the duracrete of the building glow in a soft rosy shine where the structure cut against the sky.
Inside the air was less than fresh, carrying the scent of recyclers that had just been cleaned, the antiseptic smell lingered like light perfume. It was a clean building, the corridors wide and as well kept as the rooms. The one Solomon aimed for was at the end of a corridor another three levels up from where he'd entered. When he'd chosen it, it had been one of the most quiet corners of the building and one of the biggest rentals that the property had to offer.
He had been half expecting to see the door blown in, or holes punched into the building with local p.d. climbing all over the place. What he fully found was still that quiet corner of the building with a door fully intact. With a glance behind him down the well lit hallway Sol was convinced that no one was lingering. No one was watching.
First, he tested the door and found it locked. Good. She hadn't forgotten their instructions. Instead of trying to break the lock himself, Sol signaled the chime and slipped to the left side of the door frame with his right hand moving up beneath the jacket he wore to rest on the butt of his blaster.
He was greeted with no answer, even after several moments.
He waited for several more breaths before stepping back up to the door while letting go of his blaster. He was going to need both hands for this. Within moments he had the key entered and the door opened.
He was just shifting his weight to step toward the door but stopped dead. Movement within the dark room tickled at his senses. Very slowly, he raised his hands and turned while stepping into the doorway, "Annie?" He whispered into the dark room, "Annie, its alright. Its me."
From where he'd sensed movement there came more, a rush of it, and the sound of a blaster heavily hitting the floor. He knew it was coming, what happened next, but had been too slow to react to Annie before she threw her arms around him for a tight embrace, "Thank the gods." He heard her breathe. His hesitance lasted just half of a second before he was returning the hug, turning it into a means to guide her back into the dark.
Inside the apartment, Sol gave the panel by the door a flick of his hand to bring the door to close behind him. His other arm remained around Annie until he brought the lights within the room up. "Where's Newe-un?" He asked, letting Annie go gently.
A look around the room showed that not much had changed since the last time he'd been in the place, which was a good thing. Nothing was moved that he could tell, but the place was clean and the furniture was no different than it had been when he brought it in to furnish the place. He'd chosen chairs and a conform couch in a creamy tan that blended well with the off-white walls and pale grey carpeting that came standard for the building's rooms.
Annie stepped back when he let her go, turning and moving to pick up the blaster she'd dropped to the floor. "He's resting right now, but is better than he was. He says he's fine but...." Blaster in hand, Annie turned to look back at Sol and shook her head, "I --can't imagine what I'd do without him." There was a waver to her gentle features that lingered as Sol drew closer with the aim of pulling her into another hug.
"He'll be alright, we'll make sure of that." Solomon's promise was not lightly made. He had every intention of seeing that Newe-un's injuries, whatever they were, would be taken care of to the fullest extent. It was the very least he could do for the couple that had taken such good care of his little girl. "Come and sit, tell me what happened. We'll let him rest a little longer."
