A dark boot stepped on the crunchy ground. It was followed by another, before Lucas stood steadily on the ground, as steadily as the almost nonexistent gravity allowed.
Then Estrella also landed beside him, and the two looked at the devastation in front of them. They were wearing form-fitting clothes, but it was not for appearance's sake.
The clothes were sealed, complete with a helmet, and compressed air in five small tanks spread at the belt. From the look of things, it was not only the space-faring technology which had advanced in the last few years. Even the clothes had stopped being bulky astronaut attires.
Respecting the style of the new era, at least for New City, the clothes were dark, with blue accents as energy ran through it to keep its function working.
After looking at the ruins, Lucas lowered his head to look at the clothes he was wearing for the first, and moved his limbs, finding himself more impressed by the minute. Unfortunately…
