Today I thought I would journey over to Vega and see what I can find about the Ara’yulthr. I am not sure what to expect, as they have a stagnant art culture, and spend most of their time building armies to defend their homeland rather than feed their creative desires.
I hope to unearth some form of tradition, perhaps even a few history books back from their tribal roots. But I am not holding my breath; it was difficult enough for me to get clearance to land on the planet. Although, people who have a militaristic governing system tend to mark themselves to denote kinship and achievements in battle, so perhaps I am not going to leave empty handed.
Matteus was escorted to the customs office by two heavily armed guards, dressed in intimidating uniforms. They ushered him at a hurried pace, giving him little time to absorb the beautiful scenery.
He approached a pod-like metal building, the illusion of modernism warped by the trees growing on top of roof, spilling their roots over the walls. He couldn’t tell if they were real or fake, but he admired the camouflage they provided amid the jungle.