Iko Vel
Captain Cool
"I agree Miss Ike. Perhaps he was referring to sickness due to a breakdown of services? Sewage in the streets and lack of clean water type of sickness?"
"The sky is sick. The air. I can taste it. There's something wrong with it. I can hear voices."
Iko couldn't put his finger on it. Not exactly but he raised his hand to point off towards the horizon, a small frown on his face. The cogs in his head were trying to turn. Trying to come up with an idea. An idea for what it could be. Was it the trafficking? The slavery? Both of those could be plenty of reason to cause some kind of darkness.
There were also voices echoing against his mind. He couldn't tell what they were saying. Just that they were suffering. Or had suffered. If he had visited the world in the past, he might have been quite ill himself but he was more...resilient to the pain of others now. He valued the people he cared for. Not random strangers.
"It's not natural either. It's...dark. Suffocating. Anyone we'd bring here would be at risk to it...I don't know how we'd deal with it."


