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With a near infinite source of both energy and materials? With the capability to break fundamental laws of physics such as deleting unwanted items? With untold millennia to create, experiment and develop? Certainly such is possible, even expected.
Alright, um, good to know Eve.
The top portion of the building opened up, allowing the shuttle to enter into a hangar bay. A message popped up:
| You have now arrived on Khersath. The planet of Khersath is designated as a safe zone. Thus, should you die there will be no penalty unless you enter one of the areas deemed unsafe. You may not enter any unsafe area against your will. Any unjustified acts of violence or breaking of laws will be appropriately punished by the Administrators Guild, ranging from a simple fine to prolonged incarceration depending on the nature of your crime.
As a friendly reminder, most forms of public nudity and various obscene gestures are illegal, no matter the customs of your species. For a full listing of the 4,389 public decency laws on Khersath, please contact an Administrator. Have a nice day! |
The shuttle powered down, shutting off the display and opening its ramp, allowing Alan to disembark. Alan emerged to the now-accustomed sight of Haxlardian guards. These guards seemed to be remarkably better equipped and of much higher status though. Each wore a blood red mask in addition to dark crimson power armor with an emblem of a black mask engraved onto the front. One carried a gigantic laser sword best described as a warglaive, a double-ended glaive-polearm with condensed, fiery red energy as its blades instead of metal. The other carried a plain-looking laser rifle, but Alan was pretty sure the weapon was anything but plain. A light-blue masked Haxlard wearing light power armor stepped forward, holding a tablet of some sort.
“Blessed be the Three. Welcome to the Haxlardian Embassy, Earthling, I hope you had a pleasant trip. Is there any way I can be of assistance?”
“Um, I was hoping for directions to the Administrative Center.”
“Certainly, one of our Crimson Guards would be happy to escort you.” The Haxlard gestured to one of the guards.
“I don’t really need an escort, just directions.”
“No, really, I insist. It’s the least we can do. As per our agreement with the United World Government, we would like to assist you as you get accustomed to the Game. Also, despite being a safe zone, Khersath is not safe. Thieves and scoundrels are rampant in the streets.”
“Yeah, and I’d like to get outside and stretch my legs!” the Haxlard holding the warglaive said. Despite his fearsome appearance, his voice sounded young to Alan.
“Oh, well, I guess I could use a bit of a guide, I don’t know too much about the city anyway,” Alan said, at Eve’s insistence. The so-called Crimson Guard would likely be a fountain of information.
“Wonderful, have a pleasant trip,” the blue-masked Haxlardian said. He pressed a few buttons on his tablet, then turned to approach another set of arrivals. The remaining Crimson Guard followed him.