Altor 3 is not at all what the young bounty hunter expected. From her home in the more civilized central planets, she is used to worlds with far more light - albeit artificial, on most of those planets - and far less grime. Altor 3 is one of the seediest of the outer planets, the home of many crooks - and thus, the home of many bounty hunters, like herself.
But, none of them are quite as specialized as she is, and that is why she finds herself on this planet. For her targets are not mere humans, but the strange encounters from the deepest reaches of the Black, the weird creatures from outer space. Of course, those who hired her may not realize how little experience she has with such creatures.
The city around her is silent, though, not rowdy as usual. There is a fright among its people, with this dreaded new stalker prowling the night. The prostitutes remain indoors at night, now, not wandering the streets, and even the men are keeping inside the bars and homes tonight.
Altor 3's capitol city is a maze of black stone and brick, gigantic clockworks with strange, glowing blue crystals in their center powering much of the planet. All around her, these gears clink and turn, chugging away and producing the cloudy haze of smog that gives the city its nickname: Smog City. The smog, to her unaccustomed eyes, makes the city almost impossible to navigate.
But, none of them are quite as specialized as she is, and that is why she finds herself on this planet. For her targets are not mere humans, but the strange encounters from the deepest reaches of the Black, the weird creatures from outer space. Of course, those who hired her may not realize how little experience she has with such creatures.
The city around her is silent, though, not rowdy as usual. There is a fright among its people, with this dreaded new stalker prowling the night. The prostitutes remain indoors at night, now, not wandering the streets, and even the men are keeping inside the bars and homes tonight.
Altor 3's capitol city is a maze of black stone and brick, gigantic clockworks with strange, glowing blue crystals in their center powering much of the planet. All around her, these gears clink and turn, chugging away and producing the cloudy haze of smog that gives the city its nickname: Smog City. The smog, to her unaccustomed eyes, makes the city almost impossible to navigate.