"All passengers for shuttle 11796, Caronix station to Markier Prinia, please board now."
Rish strode calmly to the shuttle doors, his path was easy, so long as he stayed in the wake of Rok'oh. The battered Markig insisted on coming with him as a bodyguard, to repay some sort of life debt or something.
Well, he had offered to buy them both first class tickets, so there wasn't really anything Rish had to complain about. Besides, having a walking pile of muscle nearby had its own perks, as said pile was currently proving.
Rish and Rok'oh made their way to the luxury quarter at the rear of the shuttle. Rok'oh sat in one of the family size alcoves, giving himself plenty of room.
Rish chose one of the more, economical seats, and relaxed with his data slate.
As they were waiting, Rish took a short while to marvel yet again at the recovery rate of the Markig'a. The wounds Rok'oh sustained at the hands of those humans would have put any lesser race out of commission for a few months at least.
But after just two weeks, the brute was almost completely healed, all that was missing was his eye, apparently nerve heavy areas take longer to grow back.
As he was marveling, Rok'oh was doing the same.
he had never really been on a ship this large, except for in the slave hold. But even the ship he was enslaved on was relatively small.
Just the room he was seated in was larger than his entire living area.
He would have to remember to spend more on living arrangements on the next station.
"E-e-excuse me, uhh, mister?"
A small voice roused the two from their musings.
Before Rok'oh stood a family of Nieflins. A small, pitiful race shunned by most people.
They were infamous as theives and liars, despite how few of them actually fit those descriptions.
"May we please share this room with you sir? Nobody else wants to be near us."
Rish scrunched his nose in disgust, of course the answer is no! The little purple rats just wanted a free ride on the shuttle! But as he opened his mouth to shout at them, Rok'oh nodded, and ushered them into his room.
Rish was incredulous, why would someone as cold hearted as a slaver take pity on such pathetic creatures?
His face must have displayed his confusion, as Rok'oh aswered his question.
"We lower castes help each other." He said, with a surprisingly soft voice.
"The only reason I didn't treat the humans the same way was because i was on the clock. I would have gotten fined heavily for every one that escaped."
He winced, reflexively putting a hand to his eyepatch.
"Since they ****** me up so bad, the chairmen decided to only charge me three months pay, instead of eight."
After an hour, the shuttle was ready to launch. Good thing too, for as the shuttle pulled away from the station, a huge explosion lit up the stars.
"By the stars! Don't tell me the humans did that!"
Rish hurriedly pulled out his dataslate and looked at the news, and for the second time this week, his heart stopped.
Plastered all over the news was an image that would become infamous for thousands of cycles.
[This picture shows known criminal Jonathan Silva, And four members of his group of dangerous rebels, sabotaging the primary fission array of Caronix station, a horrific terrorist attack which caused a high amount of casualties.
Suspects identified in the picture are,
Jonathan Silva: human male, tan skin, short brown facial hair.
Sara Thomas: human female, pale skin, short blonde hair.
Markos Giannopoulos: human male, light brown skin, long black hair.
Filgin Giirantho: Malgas male, deep blue skin, cracked head fringe.
Ruiha Argyris: human female, brown skin, tribal tattoos, long black hair.
If you have any information on the locations of these dangerous criminals, please contact your local Peace Keeper office immediately.]