Baikunor, The Union of Socialist Planets
05/07/4116
It was a cold daybreak, the Airport was bustling as people from different walks of life, even people from the staunchly Anti-Soviet United Front came down to visit. The first ever planet colonised by humans, beyond Humanity's long-forgotten home system, the famous tourist attraction of the Soviet Union, Baikunor.
The announcement system went off, and the crowd of tourists at the airport of Baikunor began to advance to make way for the incoming batch of people.
"Welcome to Baikunor! Buses have arrived. Proceed to Terminals 2, 5, and 7 for bus services to Novoskov and Terminals 1,3,4 to Chernograd" Different translations of the announcement were played after the initial soviet one was sounded.
As the crowd disappeared, the next wave of people was delivered by a space shuttle. There, a tall young man with long black hair tied in a messy ponytail and oriental features, his right hand firmly on his luggage and his left shoulder a long black bag.
The young man was pulled aside by two airport security personnel and they began questioning him.
"Err. I'm not good with Russian accents." The young men muttered.
"This man speaks Chinese, we might have to ask the manager to come down here." The Aiport Inspector said to his colleague.
"Oh no no there's no need I can speak Russian fine, haha." The young man replied.
"Very well then, Where'd you had this permit checked last time?" The airport inspector asked as his colleague pulls out a tablet.
"Oh, I had it checked at the Guangzhou Space Station." As he said this, he took out the black bag and held it up, in clear view of the permit attached to it , for the Airport Inspectors
The inspector proceeded to scan the permit attached to the bag and inspected the long object and the inspector's colleague checked his luggage.
"Can we have your union-registered license to carry weapons?"
The young man nodded in accordance and then reached for his back pocket for his wallet, took out a card and a piece of paper, folded into the size of the card, and passed it to the inspector.
"Extrasensory Perceptive huh."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I'm sorry." As the Airport Inspector quickly snaps out of his thoughts.
"Everything checks out. You're free to to go. But I'll have to say I've seen a handful of you ‘perceptive types’ around, especially at the private terminal where the private shuttles and ships come and go.” The Airport Inspector warns, and returns the young man’s document back.
"Mhm.. Well, thanks for the heads up, got any places that I should check out?"
"Our Capital, Novoskov. The city's getting revamped, you should be able to catch the bus to Novoskov right here at Terminal 3. It should be announced that the buses have arrived so you'll have to wait for a bit."
“Mhm.”
The Inspectors’ colleague finishes up his inspection of the young man’s luggage, abruptly put everything back into his luggage and gives the thumbs up for the young man to leave.
“Our investigation is done here, have a great stay in Baikunor.”
“Alright, Thanks.” The young man said as he nods the inspectors goodbye.
He took his luggage and went to the reception and booked a bus ride to Novoskov at Terminal 3.
He then went to rest in the waiting area. As he sat down, he went to check his luggage and repacked everything.
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