Ooc: I've been looking at other people roleplaying and they have very long posts. Just a heads up, my posts are usually only 1 or two paragraphs. Ic:
Sylver patrolled the spaceport, confident and imposing. At least, that's what it looked like from the outside. Behind his helmet, the clone's eyes
darted back and forth, a nervous, but stubborn look on his face. If you thought about it, he'd been here before, in a spaceport nearly identical to this,
with just as many sights and sounds, and almost as many people. Of course, that had been a virtual spaceport he'd seen from a learning helmet back in the
cloning facility and everything he had seen and heard was just a mind trick. This, however, was the real place. The people weren't programmed, the
starships weren't made of pixels, and everything was just so... real. It was his first day actually being anywhere outside that horrid training facility,
where everything was so stiflingly sterile and the threat of death was a common one. Now that he was out he felt a mix of freedom, curiosity, apprehension, and
yes, fear. He moved out of the way as another wave a arriving beings flooded the spaceport. It was a confusing struggle and people acted as if it were a race
track, rather than a spaceport. A human female bumped into him and her items fell haphazardly onto the floor. "Hey! Move it!" she growled. As the
crowd cleared, she saw who the obstacle was and her mouth fell open, "Er, sorry, soldier! I-i didn't mean anything by it." Before Sylver could
say anything, she grabbed everything her could, not making eye contact, before scurrying away, fearfully glancing backwards over her shoulder. It took a moment
for Sylver to process what had happened. He looked down at his feet to see she had left a piece of luggage behind. He waited for a moment to see if she would
come and retrieve it. When she didn't, Sylver did his best to quietly slip away from the scene, feeling quite embarrassed.

