![]() He firmly grabbed a handful of the man’s gear, and tugged towards himself. Jack blinked and, before he knew what he was doing, reached out. The man had taken a step back, as if turning to leave, and putting himself more in the way of the incoming trio. The man next to him didn’t, too busy waving off the persistent merchant. Jack laughed to himself, stepping out of the way once again. The group of mercenaries chasing had dwindled down to a mere couple, who thankfully didn’t look murderous, so much as annoyed/amused. The adventurer was back, looking none the worse for wear, if sweaty. He instead focused on the ruckus coming down the path. You met a lot of different people in the Militia. Maybe it was someone he’d worked with once? Probably. Jack’s ears itched when that someone else laughed, unable to help hunching a shoulder to scratch said ear. The merchant shrugged, looking mock offended, and turned his sights on someone else when he realised Jack couldn’t be swayed. He waved off a merchant, who’d smiled invitingly and held up some delicate piece of twisted glass. He double checked to see if he really did have his wallet, patting his pockets down until it was found, and sighed. Nothing he was into himself, though he did briefly think about finding Lastimosa and BT something. The area he was in was filled with little babbles and bobs. Naturally, they’d teased him a bit, leaving him flustered as he firmly told them that, yes he had his wallet thank you. Just enough to stretch his legs and get a good look around. Jack, not quite ready to park his rear, had wandered off. Jack had been with a group of old squadmates to begin with, but they’d bunkered down at the first stall selling alcohol. While there were laws, most accepted that it was simple as no murder, no stealing (or don’t get caught), and talk shit, get hit. But with such a large congregation of different people from different chosen career paths, there were bound to be clashes. It was a favourite place for soldiers and pilots to take time off, and a hotspot for recruiting people into the Militia ranks. The Militia didn’t have a base near it, but they did frequent it. It was permanent bustling point in this section of the Frontier, and drew in large flocks of people. The markets on this planet were famed for their diversity, and spanned many acres of land. ‘Mostly civil’ thought Jack, munching on his stick of…. In the distance, a skinny legged adventurer took off, screeching for people to move. Jack nimbly stepped back, just in time to avoid an angry stampede of mercenaries. The war had only pushed them all closer together, and the IMC had quickly learnt, that while the planet wasn’t a war ground, it didn’t mean they were welcome on it. Not everyone liked each other, but they were civil enough. Civilians, adventurers, mercenaries, and now, soldiers. It was a mish mash of people, much like Jack’s home world. ![]() A relatively short distance from Harmony, it was one of the few places around that was still similar to how the Frontier was before the IMC returned. It’d been Jack’s first time back on a human inhabited planet in a couple of months. ![]() The second time Jack bumped into Blisk, it was in an even more unlikely place. ![]()
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