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Title: Transported

Media: Comic


Main Characters: Rico


Chapter 3: Employment

Page 67


Rico travels the road a bit more, preferring to stay by himself for a bit. He has a jetpack looking device attached to his shoulders that propels him along, allowing him to travel faster than "walking" but still enjoy the scenery, what little there is on the outskirts of a civilized chunk of space.


Rico sits in a rest stop finishing up a meal, surrounded by other diners. He looks comfortable and happy, secure in knowing what he just ate thanks to his training, and ignored in the hustle and bustle of a crowd. After the meal, he leaves to enter the adjoining neon futuristic hotel.



Zipping through the crowd in the lobby, Rico asks anybody whose attention he can grab if they know anything (useful) about humans or where Earth is. The shrugs and stares he get are his answers and he moves along.


Several aliens sitting around for a chat mock Rico for having a dumb local name for a dirt planet. It's no wonder it's a lost zone out of the Standard. Rico feels oddly defensive of his home being this far out and leaves the lobby.



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Author's Notes:

Look at this heartless rest stop eatery! Where's the love? Where's the handcrafted care? Where are the giant cat monster alien ladies!?





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coredumperror

I *do* find it weird that our planet is basically named "Dirt". I mean, at least our Moon has a name (Luna), and our Sun has a name (Sol). But we just live on Dirt.