34th of Glade, 4622
Through the cool desert air, the chariot sputtered and spurred its way. Three passengers dragged through the night on its back, two of which looked to belong in the tumultuous wastes while the third was dressed for travel somewhere a little more comfortable than the Imperial Badlands.
The red rock separated and granulated eventually into sand on their journey, sure enough soon to become the entirety of their surroundings. Around the larger dunes they cruised as the machine roared with every rev of the engine, all the way toward one if the larger dunes, atop which was perched a rocky formation that looked to be buried deep in the sand.
Until then, they'd avoided tackling the steepest parts of the dunes to conserve fuel, but that final stretch was unavoidable, and the chariot charged the behemoth head-on. They climbed slowly, and Arkash looked over their shoulders at the road to gauge their distance as the machine began to choke on its own exhaust.
It stalled and broke its rhythm at times, gradually slowed, then came to a full stop at the final stretch of the hill with a frustrated grunt from the driver. "Fuck!" she cursed as she hopped the seat to the right. Arkash did the same on the left, and the two dug their feet into the running granule ground to stay the descent of their transportation. "I told you! Needle was on the E!"
"I don't know what that means!" Arkash returned as he began to push.
"E stands for EMPTY!" She called back through the strain in her voice as she too helped in easing the chariot up the last stretch.
As if to dismiss her, Arkash looked over his shoulder to the woman in their company and motioned her to the top of the hill with his head. "Can you get the door?" He asked through the heave of his lungs. "Handle's... In the crack in the cliff face... Hard to reach...! Even harder to see!"
The hill would plateau at the top with a rocky ground to stand on before a jagged cliff face that reached into a sort of natural spire toward the starry sky. The red rock of the formation was littered in cracks that deepened in parts and segmented various-sized sections of the cliff face into their own islands.
All around that, Luna would be able to see the Badlands for miles; an endless sea of sand with a dark storm on the fringes of the horizon.
Through the cool desert air, the chariot sputtered and spurred its way. Three passengers dragged through the night on its back, two of which looked to belong in the tumultuous wastes while the third was dressed for travel somewhere a little more comfortable than the Imperial Badlands.
The red rock separated and granulated eventually into sand on their journey, sure enough soon to become the entirety of their surroundings. Around the larger dunes they cruised as the machine roared with every rev of the engine, all the way toward one if the larger dunes, atop which was perched a rocky formation that looked to be buried deep in the sand.
Until then, they'd avoided tackling the steepest parts of the dunes to conserve fuel, but that final stretch was unavoidable, and the chariot charged the behemoth head-on. They climbed slowly, and Arkash looked over their shoulders at the road to gauge their distance as the machine began to choke on its own exhaust.
It stalled and broke its rhythm at times, gradually slowed, then came to a full stop at the final stretch of the hill with a frustrated grunt from the driver. "Fuck!" she cursed as she hopped the seat to the right. Arkash did the same on the left, and the two dug their feet into the running granule ground to stay the descent of their transportation. "I told you! Needle was on the E!"
"I don't know what that means!" Arkash returned as he began to push.
"E stands for EMPTY!" She called back through the strain in her voice as she too helped in easing the chariot up the last stretch.
As if to dismiss her, Arkash looked over his shoulder to the woman in their company and motioned her to the top of the hill with his head. "Can you get the door?" He asked through the heave of his lungs. "Handle's... In the crack in the cliff face... Hard to reach...! Even harder to see!"
The hill would plateau at the top with a rocky ground to stand on before a jagged cliff face that reached into a sort of natural spire toward the starry sky. The red rock of the formation was littered in cracks that deepened in parts and segmented various-sized sections of the cliff face into their own islands.
All around that, Luna would be able to see the Badlands for miles; an endless sea of sand with a dark storm on the fringes of the horizon.
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