Riggs was back on the Capital planet. There was prep work to be done for a long trip. He was stepping down from his position on the Renkl back to the 181st. He longed to fly, and not a big beast like a destroyer. They way a fighter can breeze through the stars was something. In truth, Eliza Steele had tapped him for a mission she was putting together in unknown space. Why, two reasons, she said he had to, and secondly time alone with her as the two were engaged in an secret affair.
On his way back to the baracks Riggs opted to cut through a back alley. The former bounty hunter wasn't too worried about any rif raf. He was rather bulky in a muscular sense, and as strong as he looked. The man would have no problem dealing with whatever come his way. He was running since he felt late, but really had about a couple hours before he had to meet the transport.
Taking a sharp left turn, Riggs continued running, and tripped over something. As he stood up again, he noticed someone laying there. She, Riggs was certain the person was a she, was bruised, cut, and so dirty that there was no recognizing her, though she seemed to be familiar in someway. Looking over to her, Riggs smiled.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to trip over you."
On his way back to the baracks Riggs opted to cut through a back alley. The former bounty hunter wasn't too worried about any rif raf. He was rather bulky in a muscular sense, and as strong as he looked. The man would have no problem dealing with whatever come his way. He was running since he felt late, but really had about a couple hours before he had to meet the transport.
Taking a sharp left turn, Riggs continued running, and tripped over something. As he stood up again, he noticed someone laying there. She, Riggs was certain the person was a she, was bruised, cut, and so dirty that there was no recognizing her, though she seemed to be familiar in someway. Looking over to her, Riggs smiled.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to trip over you."
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