Moving from the coastal east to a more arid central of the continent, Kyjah's steps go from the quick taps against moist, green grass to slower hushes on dried, short, sandy grass.
A few more metres and he's stepping on a fully fledged desert of yellow and orange-yellow patches with some industrial action at its horizon; a train chugs at the interface between land and sky, moving towards Kyjah's direction so he rushes towards it to avoid the sun.
"(Yawns) What's even the use of fusion? Since nuclear energy became universe busting and will last for millennia, all energy companies are almost reluctant now." Samani reacts to something said in a cabin.
Inside a large space of green cactus texture dotted with a number of valuable items across shelves and furniture, two people are seating on a couch while another two are on separate arm chairs. All four of them have bandit attire on.
"This ain't about energy...it's about them blasts." Zipy faces the slouching and sleepy Samani, tapping him out of slumber.
"The Lamin Hunters need them to try and rescue their poachers. Forget about the science of why, our job is theft and sell." Khavan stands before them with the debrief of a first gen computer.
"That being said, their alternative chance is on the train now. We can't just hammer in or he'll kill us." Nahsi sits next to Khavan resting her back.
"Well, Samani and I made a simple plan to get him off and away." Khavan gestures to Samani spiking him awake once again.
"W-We di-Oh, yeah, sure." Samani pants out sleepiness.
"Ya shouldn't have jacked that ol' game into dusk. Nutcunt." Zipy...
"Doesn't matter. I...can still do the heist." Samani...
"You know our style. Make sure you can." Khavan...
The engineer controlling the train gets a transmission from a cabin speaker, disrupting his care free whistle rhythm to the train.
"Umm, we have a stowaway. Some kid with dyed hair that broke in." The speaker transmits the voice from someone in the previous cabins.
"Really? We were sure that-"
"He just ran up and broke in from the window." The speaker...
"He did? Chai! And you said his hair isn't black." The engineer's demeanour spikes in shock.
"Well, I said its dye-"
"Do you live under a rock?! That's a haxyn! What's he doing?" The engineer...
"Just relaxing."
"Then he's probably just going somewhere right now and is using the train. Leave him, we basically have a bodyguard with us." The engineer...
"Alright then. Let's just hope he doesn't make the cargo explode." The worker on the train is shown in the presence of a few large crates of something unknown but a known magenta child.
He rests on them after breaking through the thick glass that was opposite the worker who closes his comms.
"Yeehaw! This sport hickey hits right in the booty!" Zipy boldly stands on the bonnet of a streamlined, silver sleek car built to have a noisy speed as it approached the back of the train.
Once it gets to the behind's balcony, Zipy does a risky leap with no hesitation onto the subsonic column of cars, hanging onto its edge.
After climbing inside, she encourages those to jump with her hands and face and catches them to swiftly pull them into the space.
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Stars of Hax: Stars Eleventh
FantasyDecades ago, on the continent of Pacifia, its folklore had entered the limelight as real life. There's tension over the coming of the next society of Haxyns because , despite being evolved beings, they're still susceptible to discord and its damages...
