Finding Sion Dara

Nathaniel and Alexander were wrapped in their cloaks and shivering. Not a normal winter day shiver, but an abdomen shaking, ribcage rattling shutter. The cold air was alien to them, the white-clouded orbit of Caroth was colder than the time they traveled to the north pole of Liraa. Alexander guided the spacecraft down to where all the others were. "Hold on, hold on!" Nathaniel said impatiently, rummaging through his messenger bag for money. Alexander slowed to the toll booth. A Carothian put out a hand and Nathaniel placed 2 units into it.

They hovered down the many lines of ships. They found a spot, but a person just pulled in. A human, covered by a thick parka. Now he was a kind man, but Alexander had unbelievable road rage. He yelled at the person, they replied by showing the finger between his index and ring fingers. Alexander's eyes darkened, he couldn't take it any longer. He slammed his fist down on a button, and two blasters emerged from the front. The person's eyes widened, but Alexander wasn't a murderer, at least not those of innocent souls. He slid the blasters under the ship in the space and lifted it up in a psudo-forklift. He lifted it out of the space and parked in the space instead. They smiled at the bewildered person, and left the lot.

Now if only they could find that Sion Dara that was going to lead their expedition...