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The Follow Up
Dec. 27th, 2013 08:29 pmIts been a few weeks. A few adventures. A few colonies and planets and systems. The glass eyed Riddick has slipped from Collie's mind and he's figured the scofflaw's scrounged out a new life in the outer rim by choice.
He's on the landing party. No monsters or dignitaries or general oddities. Just a trading colony. Busy and full of life and color and joy.
Collie strolled the market. His kit and pack on his hip. The planet warm enough he wanders in a tank, blue tattooed ink open to the suns and his large Hyacinth Macaw, Blu, rode on his shoulder. The bird drew in offers of purchase and little ones. All denied though a few were allowed to stroke a few feathers.
He was enjoying himself, currently tearing an orange-like fruit apart to share with Blu and just ambling to and fro without real intent or destination.
He's on the landing party. No monsters or dignitaries or general oddities. Just a trading colony. Busy and full of life and color and joy.
Collie strolled the market. His kit and pack on his hip. The planet warm enough he wanders in a tank, blue tattooed ink open to the suns and his large Hyacinth Macaw, Blu, rode on his shoulder. The bird drew in offers of purchase and little ones. All denied though a few were allowed to stroke a few feathers.
He was enjoying himself, currently tearing an orange-like fruit apart to share with Blu and just ambling to and fro without real intent or destination.
