After the docking procedure was complete, Xion took some time to stretch his legs properly for the first time in a while, after being cooped up in the ship for so long. He withdraw his revolver from the holster on the right side of his hip, he began twirling in on his finger before mock pointing it at a nearby lamp post. He saw the robot security squad on the street corner, covertly surveying their surroundings. Xion reminded himself where he was, and that if he took the wrong step, he could end up dead, regardless of how many he could take down with him.
Sighing at the stifling environment, he took one last look at the chamber of his revolver, before snapping it back together and replacing it in it's holster in one fluid motion. He adjusted his katana so that it was clearly visible as it stuck out from beneath his white duster. He had only been to Tanra Station once before, so he knew how strict the security around the place was, but nevertheless he would swiftly cut down any imputent street thugs that tried to heckle him.
After a brief wander around the space station, Xion took out a small bussiness card that had the Blackheart name on it, he turned it over and it read "Red Giant Cafe", along with today's date, and a time that was 30 minutes from now. Not knowing how far away the place would be, he began to make haste towards it regardless, asking a nearby local who, whilst initially intimidated by his sword and red hair, eventually told him of the street name whilst gesturing in the general direction. It was best not to be late for his new employer, even though Xion normally worked freelance, he had come to be in need of money most recently, due to oweing a large amount of credits to a particuarly nasty drug cartel back on Helios Prime.
He came across the street that the old man had told him, and along this street he found the cafe. It wasn't hard, the red neon lights that spelled "RED GIANT" were somewhat glaring.
Xion entered the cafe, and was instantly greeted by the smell of cigarette smoke, a displeasing smell that reminded him of the fires of deforestation back on his homeworld.
The patrons of the cafe were certainly a varied bunch, with a figure encased completely in an orange environmental suit, sat in a chair reading a book. Close to this figure were what he assumed were a bickering couple, before he heard the man's feeble attempt at breaking the ice to the girl. She was what looked like a teenager, although Xion had learnt the hard way not to rely on what he thought a girl's age was. The man meanwhile had an odd shade of blue hair that reminded him of his own mutation, along with what appeared to be a shotgun, and a katana, both being worn on his back.
Pfff, poser. He probably is just as skilled with that sword, as he is at talking to that girl
Ignoring the scene before him for now, he recalled that the card read to meet in the conference room. He asked a nearby waiter where such a room was, and he was directed to the back of the cafe. Xion made his way into the room, where he saw a man with a cybernetic left arm sitting at the large table.
"I take it you are here for the Blackhearts as well?"
Sighing at the stifling environment, he took one last look at the chamber of his revolver, before snapping it back together and replacing it in it's holster in one fluid motion. He adjusted his katana so that it was clearly visible as it stuck out from beneath his white duster. He had only been to Tanra Station once before, so he knew how strict the security around the place was, but nevertheless he would swiftly cut down any imputent street thugs that tried to heckle him.
After a brief wander around the space station, Xion took out a small bussiness card that had the Blackheart name on it, he turned it over and it read "Red Giant Cafe", along with today's date, and a time that was 30 minutes from now. Not knowing how far away the place would be, he began to make haste towards it regardless, asking a nearby local who, whilst initially intimidated by his sword and red hair, eventually told him of the street name whilst gesturing in the general direction. It was best not to be late for his new employer, even though Xion normally worked freelance, he had come to be in need of money most recently, due to oweing a large amount of credits to a particuarly nasty drug cartel back on Helios Prime.
He came across the street that the old man had told him, and along this street he found the cafe. It wasn't hard, the red neon lights that spelled "RED GIANT" were somewhat glaring.
Xion entered the cafe, and was instantly greeted by the smell of cigarette smoke, a displeasing smell that reminded him of the fires of deforestation back on his homeworld.
The patrons of the cafe were certainly a varied bunch, with a figure encased completely in an orange environmental suit, sat in a chair reading a book. Close to this figure were what he assumed were a bickering couple, before he heard the man's feeble attempt at breaking the ice to the girl. She was what looked like a teenager, although Xion had learnt the hard way not to rely on what he thought a girl's age was. The man meanwhile had an odd shade of blue hair that reminded him of his own mutation, along with what appeared to be a shotgun, and a katana, both being worn on his back.
Pfff, poser. He probably is just as skilled with that sword, as he is at talking to that girl
Ignoring the scene before him for now, he recalled that the card read to meet in the conference room. He asked a nearby waiter where such a room was, and he was directed to the back of the cafe. Xion made his way into the room, where he saw a man with a cybernetic left arm sitting at the large table.
"I take it you are here for the Blackhearts as well?"
