“Sounds good.”
Carus nods and head to his private quarters
“Think nothing of it, ma’am,” Jim kindly responds.
Outside the sun had nearly fully set
Jim bids the seamstress fairwell and departs, stepping out into the evening air with his new clothes tucked under one arm.
Thallos boards one of the sentinels, and most of the people on board form a small circle away from him as they pack in similar to sardines in a tin.
The passenger bay slowly began to rise within the sentinel, as a countdown began inside as the tower prepared for transportation to Thallos’ destination.
Thallos secretly gritted his teeth, but kept his lips shut tight to prevent any of the people around him from noticing. There were some there that, for whatever reason, were even taller than him, but who still shared that look of unfamiliar dread as the other passengers carried. He was an unfriendly figure, and wherever he went the people made sure he felt it.
Each of the windows shut as it continued to rise, before all sound stopped. Moments later the sound resumed and the windows opened, leaving Thallos at his desired destination
Thallos had been on the transports enough to have a slight understanding of how they worked, but he couldn’t deny he still had an intense dislike of them. Staggering out, he straightened his collar and began the trek to his residence.
Arnas walked along the rooftops, soon spotting his target among the streets. He jumped down into a nearby alley that he looked like he was going to walk by.
By this point the sun had set, and the streets were only kept lit by candlelight and the glow emanating from the sentinel
Thallos walked as casually as he could down the dark streets. To the lowlifes in the city who knew his face, no individual could be the least desirable person to rob or kidnap, as his absence would be noticed instantly by the government, and when confronted he was a merciless antagonist. The last time any of his fear-filled ‘subjects’ had dare strike out against him, his attacker was sent to medical care with a permanently crushed chest cavity, and after a visit by his assailant died of unknown causes.
yet in spite of this security Thallos couldn’t shake the small, creeping sensation of something terrible and ominous lurking in the shadows - something small, but with the potential to become monstrous. He tried to force the concept out of his mind even as his eyes darted to every little shadow in the street.
He might see a throwing knife pass right in front of his face, coming from an alleyway.
Thallos’ eyes darted to the knife as it was only a few inches from his face, and although the veins popped out in his head his legs did not stop so instantly. Turning towards it, e exposed his left cheekbone, which got a gash across it as the knife zipped past and clattered against some wall across the road.
The knife had come from the right, ad judging by the speed and velocity, it couldn’t have been a rigged mechanical system; it was far too precise for that. And yet, even as his great brow knitted in fury, and his eyes scanned the darkness in that split second for the unseen figure, the logical outcome of attacking a bladed assassin who had the absolute advantage over him while being completely unarmed in the dark with no witnesses spoke the truth very clearly.
So that is why Thallos, his eyes set like mental daggers of his own, trying to pierce his invisible foe, bolted like a lunatic down the road at the top of his speed towards the residence that, to his misfortune, was still a ways off.
The cloaked man turned out of the alleyway and followed, hugging the side of the road, but now visible as he made chase.
The roads remained dark, getting darker as they got further from the city center
“So what exactly do we want to get out of this refinery place? Just grab what gold we can find like normal or is there anything special here?”
John asked.
“we need more energy crystals,” replied Carus, and the imperium has a monopoly."
“Alright. I get it. So is it just gonna be the two of us or are others coming along?”