Vengeance begins with Destiny

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Persephone

The Eavesdown Docks was a world apart from the big cities on Persephone. Instead of the spiraling towers, standing erect and straining for the sky, you had piles of trash and stacks of cargo containers, each serving as unintentional walls, corralling in the riffraff that passed through the docks, either searching for passage or in attempt to sell their wares to those making the brief stop before continuing on the greener pastures, or at least pastures not quite as dusty. You could spend a lifetime walking through the grime-covered streets and not see everything there was to see. When the ships came in, the scenery changed, as well as the stands interspaced throughout the area. One day you could visit a stand and buy exotic dresses from the outer rim worlds, and the next day from that same stand you could indulge in something that, while it resembled some sort of steak, it would probably be better if you didn’t eat it. Most likely, you would notice that the population of stray dogs had diminished somewhat and come to the correct conclusion as to just what was being cooked. That was life at the Eavesdown Docks.

From his vantage point between two precariously balanced cargo bins atop one of the many trash piles, Soul gazed out across the circus of people, not really sure what he was looking for. He had been resting when a swath of a voice floated through his head and jarred him from his sleep. He had gone for his gun, of course, but quickly realized that he was still alone, and that the cargo bin in which he had taken refuge was still silent. With the door shut, all the outside noise was reduced to a dull roar, and it was impossible to make out different voices. The only light came from two transparent panels in the ceiling. He had focused for a few minutes, trying to pick out the voice, but all he heard was the constant roar. So now he stood just in th