First notes for 'Malador Crossing', a novel
The announcement of the crawlers' imminent arrival caused a visible wave of panic to surge through the hundreds of passengers massed behind the electric fence. Even though most had purchased tickets days, even months in advance, they knew there were only enough seats for perhaps half their number. And who could predict, guess, surmise, or dream when the next crawler, or even a ‘Hopper’ might materialize.
Suddenly, materializing out of the thin, lavendar membrane of gases swirling above Malador the shimmering shape of a Crawler slowly descended.
The expectant crowd became a mass of flailing arms and legs and other appendages as bags and boxes and cases were dragged, tossed, and kicked, toward what was believed to be the entrance gate. The turmoil rose to a fevered pitch as the Crawler settled gently into its waiting landing pod.
Kep watched and waited just inside the main door of the freight room. He was hoping good old American graft and corruption was still the modus operandi even this far from Olfac Cap. In fact, he was betting his life: his future on it.
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