Shatter

you. hydrate too.

Have you had some water? that helps. darn i need to hydrate hol' up

My IRL friends that are 600 kilometres and 9,500 kilometres away, respectively. *sigh*

Ryn walked along the grimy street and caught sight of a peddler of blankets and rugs. He nodded at them and asked, "Do you have any ponchos? I've been looking for something like that recently."

My friend

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I dunno

lol. his name is actually from another rp. I took Ryna, cut off the 'a', and ran with it. didn't even think about you lol.

The old VCX-1000 freighter, Ryn had named Grey Wake, came out of hyperspace at the edge of the Ord Mantell gravity well, its engines shaking a little before settling into a sound that Ryn had heard for years. Static cracked through the cockpit speakers. “Unidentified freighter, transmit your registry and cargo details.” The controller sounded half asleep. Ryn snorted quietly and keyed the transmitter. Ahead of him, Ord Mantell City spread out beneath layers of smoke and industrial haze, towers of rusted metal stacked on top of older towers, blinking docking lights cutting through exhaust clouds, freighters crawling through traffic lanes like insects. The so-called Bright Jewel system. Yeah. Right. Ryn guided Grey Wake down through the airspace to Pad 213D. Hydraulic clamps locked into place with a heavy metallic thud, followed by the sharp hiss of venting steam. Before he had even unstrapped himself from the pilot’s chair, dockworkers were already moving toward the ship. Ryn stood, stretching the stiffness from his back with a quiet grimace. He grabbed the datapad containing the cargo inventory, shrugged on his worn pilot jacket, and settled his hat onto his head before heading down the ramp. A dock official waited near the foot of the ramp with a bored expression and a scanner in hand. Ryn handed over the datapad along with his well-forged identification cylinder. “It should all be there,” Ryn said. “Rations, medical supplies, machine parts, and some random orders. Payment clears after inspection, right?” The official scanned the cylinder, barely looking at him. “Assuming everything checks out.” Ryn gave a single nod. “Good enough for me.” The unloading process took longer than he wanted. Crates disappeared into cargo haulers one after another while Ryn leaned against the landing strut and watched the organised chaos of the docks. Ships came and went constantly, battered freighters, corporate transports, bounty hunter gunships. Nobody paid attention to anybody else unless credits were involved. Just how Ord Mantell liked it. Once the last crate was hauled away and the payment transfer finally cleared, Ryn climbed back into the cockpit and guided the VCX toward one of the long-term parking pads further away from the main traffic lanes. The old freighter settled down with another tired groan from the landing gear. He shut the engines down and sat there for a moment in the sudden quiet. Then he grabbed his jacket again and headed out.

nothing to do with ryn. he'll go by Voss anyway shhh

Never read Lord of the Flies and I probably never will.

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I'd probably hold the Shard of Honor. I'm very Windrunnery. I dunno. I love dawn and dusk. The most underappreciated Cosmere character is probably Hrathen. Dude saved an entire part of Sel from a horrible empire and no one will remember him and no one talks about him. 42 No but I do drink it sometimes. I'd be a random windrunner. or Hoid. probbly Hoid.

ORDER IN THE ROCK PAPER DYNAMITE COURT.

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which fictional character?

Ok. Lecturer Verdance

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I would agree with your analysis, Professor Verdance. It seems to be sound.

...I said we were friends because of potatoes, but now you've just lost that. 191

I shall pick Order/Inevitability

I don't know you, I've never really interacted with you, but you are my friend now. Potatoes are amazing.