Thread: Rhea (TV x ML)

It took a special kind of person to live on Rhea. The brochure had said something along those lines, however it never clearly explained what kind of 'special' you had to be. You would expect potential colonists would do their research, notice the moon was little more than ice compacted along more ice. Some, however, were just too damn eager to get away from home. Rheatown, as it had been affectionately dubbed far better than colony 0073 was the first habitable collection of structures made within the crusted ice of the moon. Every sector of the town was the same, long, narrow and tall structures buried into walls of artificial canyons dug on the surface. The intention was to avoid placing the wards directly on the surface due to the pounding storms, however if one were to look out the floor-to-rafters windows all they saw was the very same storms passing between the massive complexes. There was one point of irritation among the populace. At least it was warm inside, each Ward usually kept at a temperate level, decided by the city's committee to reach a level where humans, aliens and androids could exist in the most comfortable manner. It worked well enough, some areas had been carved and modified to cater to some of the more exotic breeds. Since each of the wards were connected by similarly covered tunnels, each usually had one item or another to offer that the others didn't. The Snooze Ward was where the majority of the ice workers, maintenance employees and blue-collar, sitting over the hotels, motels and seedy dens which houses those who didn't have a permanent stay on the moon. Rapid transit zipped to and fro on luminescent lines that dipped and dived between levels. The Shopping Ward, a veritable sea of neon and steam held the majority of shops, stores, stalls and stands where patrons could find any number delicious, disgusting, unique and fascinating bits of food, fluff and entertainment. There were hundreds of Wards, each serving a purpose. And for the moment, everyone was still busy waking themselves up and wandering to work. At least that was what Allain had been able able to decipher from the town's mainframe. Trillions upon trillions of rows of data had zipped past his covered optics, and the information satisfied him. Cable was detached from the terminal and then his bald head, the blue and red lines of data passing over his scalp slowly fading into black as the download was severed. Corner of frowned lips twitched as true eyes remained shrouded behind black plasti-steel frames. In terms of appearance and size, he might be considered painfully average at six foot one, the rest of his frame covered by a lengthy and thick coat of leather which was buttoned from pelvis to neck. What could be seen was that facial features were angular, jawline sharp and pointing to a strong chin which might give a clue that despite medium proportions the man possessed. Lips settled in a line as he rejoined the bustling population, moving himself towards the government quarters which seemed to have been the center of the discontent which had started to seep into this station. That was why he had been called, whisked from his rather comfortable retreat on Mars in order to try and nip the Rebellion before it took root in this colony. He suspected he might be too late. However, the substantial pay he received on the daily showed that he was more than capable and qualified of uprooted and destroying even the most organized cell of sedition.