Visit To An Old Friend

[Rotyu Desa'kugr]

Roty walked along the apartments on board the mothership, the noise of chattering and laughing through the doors filling his ears. He had few friends, and even fewer were in the lower ranks of G10. He had two. One was a excellent G10 troop and a well respected man, the other was a special-ops commando with a bad reputation, both very different people. He had heard his commando friend, Dovius, or Dov for short. He had just done a big operation and had a bad leg injury and wanted him to take a visit. He walked along, looking for his friends room and came to it. He pressed the buzzer on the door.
"Who is it?" a rough voice called from inside the door.
"It's me Roty." he said.
"So you are reliable enough to visit when asked, are you?" he laughed.
"I can be... if I want to." The door slided open and Roty walked in and took a seat an a metal chair.
"So hows your leg?" Roty asked in a more serious tone.
"Healing slightly. But still, not good."
"What happened?"
"I was just making my exit from the building when my route was blocked off by something, I wasn't told what, probably a guard or something... Anyway, I had to take a different route, and that involved a high jump off a ledge. Normally I would do this jump fine but I hit my leg of pipe or something. I could barely walk when it happened but I manged to escape without any encounters."
"Where did you hit it?"
"My right calf. Painful as hell when anything touches it. I'm on some drugs to ease the pain."
"Legal drugs, right?"
"Who do you think I am, Roty? Wait, don't answer that." he said as he chculked softly.
"So what have you been up to lately?"
"Well" he said and the conversation continued...

[Rotyu Desa'kugr]

After a while of talking about stuff, Roty decided he would leave.
"I think I'll have to be going now, need to have somin' to eat. Nice meeting you again." Roty said as he got up from his chair as if he was triple his age.
"Likewise. OK then, I'll let you go now, don't wanna keep you from your business." he replied.
"Business? No business. Yet." Roty smiled. "Well, all I can say now is bye."
"Bye to you as well, then."
Roty walked out of the door that had just opened. He walked along the corridor to the public sector of the mothership. He wanted something good to eat, he would go to a restaraunt. He seen a public phone. He walked up to and looked at the adverts on the wall. He found what he wanted. Space Taxi's. He entered some change and called the taxi company.
"Hello, can I have a taxi come to the G10 ship?"
"Yes, I will just send one now."
"Thank you" Roty said as he put done the phone. He waited for a while and I taxi arrived. He got in.
"Where to?" the driver asked.
"Karabadan City."
"OK, we'll be there in a minute." the drive replied as he trurned on the thrusters of the small rocket/taxi. It flew off at great speed.
"Where in the city?"
"A restaraunt. How about the Nick Ronalds They make good burgers.
He arrived there in a few minutes like the driver had said.
The driver asked him for his tip and Roty gave it to him and clambered out.