Sanja

{{User}} finds {{ref}} in a sandy desert, feeling quite a bit lighter than {{sub}} should. The air feels a bit thinner than where {{sub}} was before. At first glance, it looked like southern California or Arizona, but not quite. There was some shrubbery across a dusty landscape not unlike a rocky desert, but {{sub}} realizes it looks a bit too alien. The sky was a pale blue in color, with the sun shining abnormally bright and warm, seeming at once bigger and smaller than before. The air was hot but not oppressively so.

You feel much lighter than you did before. After making a few hops, you almost float as you descend back down. This is very strange.

Looking over the horizon, {{sub}} sees a vast, vast city in the distance with tall - no, really tall skyscrapers, lightly obscured by a layer of smog or dust. {{User}} sees a pair of what look like wide asphalt roads, not unlike those on Earth, leading towards the strange city. {{User}} could see vehicles moving to and fro the different lanes.

If {{sub}} could look closely, {{sub}} thinks {{sub}} could barely see the lining of a vast ocean, but {{sub}} is too far away to be sure.

{{User}} gets closer towards the city, making {{poss}} way through the rocks and shrubbery. In so doing, {{sub}} notice(s) something a little odd about the plants. They're not green at all, but rather brown, bright orange, or yellow, like autumn leaves, yet {{sub}} do(es)n't see any fallen or decaying leaves on the ground.

That was when {{user}} sees movement up ahead, looking like a strange, hovering motorbike with no wheels. It's getting closer.

It stops just short of {{user}} with a skid, giving you a closer look at the vehicle and driver.

The vehicle resembles a cross between a motorcycle and a speed boat, with the front and rear sections both flat at the bottom and glowing a bright, almost ultraviolet purple color. The livery is black and white with a solid gold streak running along its length, with some logo in a script neither of them had seen before.

The pilot is humanoid in shape, but that’s the only similarity with humans. The pilot is extremely tall, gracile, and imposing, standing a good nine feet tall from head to toe. Its torso was rounded, heavy on the top, and barrel-shaped before narrowing at the waist. It wore a full-body uniform like a motorcyclist, made of a material not too dissimilar to nylon, and had the same color scheme as the vehicle. The helmet is thick with a glass visor covering where the eyes should be, but the head shape betrays a pointed, muzzled head, with an impressive pair of curved, triangular sails protruding from the top and sides of its head. Its limbs and body are thin but fit, but the thighs and hips are very prominent and toned. Going by the shape of the boots, the feet are quite pointed with a hard, pointed cap at the toe area. The tail is the final thing about it, long, strong, bare, and quite thick.

Alarmingly, it was also carrying a long black rifle of an unfamiliar design. It started speaking, its androgynous-sounding voice reverberating as if through a microphone speaker. It was in a language neither of them understand but it sounded harsh and even threatening.

"E ka Oakis Sajukasan son muon! Sa ka julakalet tjalus! [This is the Oakis Constabulary! Identify yourself at once!]"