Yeah, you read that right. I’m in a good mood because the writing is flowing these days, so you get another little peek.
Luc is a small but important character in IACTA ALEA EST (The Die is Cast). Here’s the introduction to him. Extra points if you can guess who he’s waiting for.
The man who had sold his name and his life stood against the wall of the spaceport terminal and watched streams of people and aliens move past in front of him. No-one looked in his direction. Not because he could not be seen, but because he did not wish to be seen.
Even in the bright light of the busy terminal, even with the main doors on his right placing him near the path of all the comings and goings, the simple dark wrap he wore seemed to pull all regard into the black hole of its existence. He stood within the concealing layers of his hood and cloak, motionless but for the never-ceasing movement of his eyes. They were amber as a cat’s, startling in the harsh, unapologetic angles of his coffee-brown face.
His hands folded across his chest, his fingers thrust into the soft warmth of his sleeves, he watched the row of disposable comm patch booths along the terminal wall opposite him. Above the white half-dome booths and chairs, the transperiwall rose to a ceiling that showed a darkness deep enough to touch. Tiny lights sparkled and winked within it like stars.
Below this, the spaceport bustled and resonated with hundreds of voices from hundreds of organs. Grey, flat-headed Algarans lumbered through the crowd, swinging powerful arms. A group of Kaag mercenaries, cocking their ears at each other in an animated fashion, brushed through the door, snapping at passersby stupid enough to touch them. Environmental protection suits–most tinted to keep stares out–rolled or floated past, an array of exotic shapes and colors.
Seconds after a clutch of Wensts females passed him, so well hidden by their clothing they looked like moving bundles of sparkling cloth, he spotted her.
She strode through the main doors, hands buried in the pockets of a grey jumpsuit, and headed for the comm booths. She looked neither left nor right, but he knew she had seen him.
Dark hair hung loose to her shoulders, obscuring her profile. She forded the constant movement of those around her with practiced ease as she moved across the main terminal floor, never giving the roving security duos of blue clad Troopers so much as a wary glance.
When she reached the booths, she took up a position next to the last one on his left. As soon as the user–a human male–exited, she entered, closed the door and activated the tint.
He gave her ten minutes, made sure they had not been noticed, then leaned away from the wall and headed toward a booth in the middle of the row.
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