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The world was empty; as it always was. It was calming, if not eire, knowing that you would not encounter another; Should you encounter another, it was a quick glance of assessment on what their intent was. there was no point in masquerading when you should be alone, the facades built in the cities far away never clinged on to those who ventured beyond their small home towns. No one to please, No one to judge; Only yourself, and the thoughts of "what if ''s.

Jack had arrived at the targeted location without much issue, A call was sent out requesting supplies for delivery. Not his usual work, But bills are due, And work is usually slow. One stop on his way to a bigger deal wouldn't matter much. What were they going to do? Fire him for being on time, instead of ahead of schedule? They could try, Everyone knows no one wants his job, Not even himself. It'd be a great service to fire him, and force him to find a career more worthwhile, and fulfilling. Exiting his craft, the floor platforms creaked angrily, tantruming with every step in protest of visitors. The Interplanetary Docking Station lay in a state of ruin, as most older stations of its kind did.

towering pillars dot the pathway, attempting to guide ships into its bay should any more arrivals occur. A few pillars were absent along the wall-less hall, scraped away by unsavory visitors desecrating the once highly regarded port with their lack of maneuvering skills. Scrapped metal, and paint showed they flew a Yellow ship; Not even the good kind of yellow. "And people wonder why Docking crews get paid so much," he muttered under his breath, taking in the relic of the past, tortured over years of neglect. How it still remained in orbit would forever remain a mystery. Some theorize it is too important to the governments of the galaxy for it to fall into the planet below them, others speculate a divine entity protects the planet, holding it in place, saving the populations below from devastation; Unlike the few other plants, who witnessed molten scrap rain from the sky. In truth, it was simply too far away to be pulled in; Built in accordance to the rules after hundreds of incidents prior.

Approaching the main building structure, the pathways began to show signs of excessive damage, and deep rust corroding the steel plates of the walkway. frayed wires hiss with electricity, as lights wade with the power’s flux. The air was tainted, matching the building's concrete entryway, destroyed beyond repair, serving as merely enough for anyone unfortunate to find themselves in it. There were no lights within the structure, only dark figures polluting the interior of the station.

Readying his miniscule shock bident, the blue electric surges began to breathe light into the darkness. one by one, they emerged. Corpse after corpse, ripped apart, and left to rot. Should he venture any further in an attempt to observe the scope of the devastation, He would soon be standing within the lakes of iron filling the room. Backing away from the massacre, A faint piercing screech could be heard, etching closer towards him. One heavy step at a time, it skulked forward. Soon, they would stop, and everything would fall silent once again.

You're never truly alone.

An artwork i did for FA user pawziclawzyscratches a few months ago, and finally got around to colouring :3
Jack belongs to FA user pawziclawzyscratches

Description
The world was empty; as it always was. It was calming, if not eire, knowing that you would not encounter another; Should you encounter another, it was a quick glance of assessment on what their intent was. there was no point in masquerading when you should be alone, the facades built in the cities far away never clinged on to those who ventured beyond their small home towns. No one to please, No one to judge; Only yourself, and the thoughts of "what if ''s.

Jack had arrived at the targeted location without much issue, A call was sent out requesting supplies for delivery. Not his usual work, But bills are due, And work is usually slow. One stop on his way to a bigger deal wouldn't matter much. What were they going to do? Fire him for being on time, instead of ahead of schedule? They could try, Everyone knows no one wants his job, Not even himself. It'd be a great service to fire him, and force him to find a career more worthwhile, and fulfilling. Exiting his craft, the floor platforms creaked angrily, tantruming with every step in protest of visitors. The Interplanetary Docking Station lay in a state of ruin, as most older stations of its kind did.

towering pillars dot the pathway, attempting to guide ships into its bay should any more arrivals occur. A few pillars were absent along the wall-less hall, scraped away by unsavory visitors desecrating the once highly regarded port with their lack of maneuvering skills. Scrapped metal, and paint showed they flew a Yellow ship; Not even the good kind of yellow. "And people wonder why Docking crews get paid so much," he muttered under his breath, taking in the relic of the past, tortured over years of neglect. How it still remained in orbit would forever remain a mystery. Some theorize it is too important to the governments of the galaxy for it to fall into the planet below them, others speculate a divine entity protects the planet, holding it in place, saving the populations below from devastation; Unlike the few other plants, who witnessed molten scrap rain from the sky. In truth, it was simply too far away to be pulled in; Built in accordance to the rules after hundreds of incidents prior.

Approaching the main building structure, the pathways began to show signs of excessive damage, and deep rust corroding the steel plates of the walkway. frayed wires hiss with electricity, as lights wade with the power’s flux. The air was tainted, matching the building's concrete entryway, destroyed beyond repair, serving as merely enough for anyone unfortunate to find themselves in it. There were no lights within the structure, only dark figures polluting the interior of the station.

Readying his miniscule shock bident, the blue electric surges began to breathe light into the darkness. one by one, they emerged. Corpse after corpse, ripped apart, and left to rot. Should he venture any further in an attempt to observe the scope of the devastation, He would soon be standing within the lakes of iron filling the room. Backing away from the massacre, A faint piercing screech could be heard, etching closer towards him. One heavy step at a time, it skulked forward. Soon, they would stop, and everything would fall silent once again.

You're never truly alone.

An artwork i did for FA user pawziclawzyscratches a few months ago, and finally got around to colouring :3
Jack belongs to FA user pawziclawzyscratches