It was his fourth planet landing, Ryme was starting to feel the process be guided subconsciously by routine. As for where he landed, the current location was close to a special outpost. There was a great forest just outside the outpost. It had only one directive and that was to follow the park ranger's orders. Otherwise, there were no laws, and legally someone could sign their citizenship from any country away to live here. The outpost that lent itself as the last bastion of humanity was his location. He knew that the temple here still survived. It billed itself as a premier massage parlor now, at least that's what the search result brought up. He planned to check the location out after hours and see if any clues were left by accident.

While he contemplated a different way to break into the massage parlor tonight, Ryme moved through the outpost. There weren't many locations, but they were all crowded with more people than Ryme had expected in the forest. The massage parlor was by far the busiest the line spilling out, Ryme couldn't even make out the end of the line from his current angle. He'd visit all the shops in the outpost beside the massage parlor. That would take the entirety of his day. As the outpost stores started to close, Ryme had just figured that the massage parlor would as well. However, the line was growing, it was hard to notice, but they were taking in more than putting out.

Ryme had no other choice but to wait in line. He finally understood the reference that humans made on tv and radio. The walk of shame, he was doing it now as he was awkwardly stared at by all the others in the line. When he finally made it to the end, Ryme would awkwardly stand there impatiently. It would be hours but felt like days as Ryme sat in line waiting. When he finally approached the front, the person who was at the front desk seemed very rude.

She asked him which girl he wanted and what room, like he was a regular or a well-researched customer. Ryme asked to see the catalog and met with another loud sigh as the worker retreived it and tossed it on the tableside. Looking through the book, none of the women struck Ryme's eye's as beautiful or suspicious enough. He'd pick one of the ladies from the catalog and then give the man money upfront. Barely making any eye contact he'd give precise instructions to Ryme. Then he'd hand him some keys and go back to reading a magazine.

Ryme would walk out the side, instead of heading towards the rooms where his key worked. He decided to "accidentally" get lost to see if there was anything else suspicious about the location. It was while he was walking outside the compound that he caught something. There was a small pond outside this former temple. Ryme wondered if the clue was there the whole time. Figuring he already had a hotel room at least for a couple of hours he might as well try. Flying into the pond, Ryme would dive deep feeling the water press into the front of his body until he hit the floor. The pond was around 15 feet deep, and on that bottom floor was a sealed chest. Ryme would surface with it in his hands, the pattern on the chest was much older than the current architecture inside the compound.

Without saying a word Ryme would fly back to his ship to open the chest. Opting to use his raw strength instead of attempting to figure out how the lock worked. Inside was another tome, with the help of his ship he deciphered the next location, another desert planet. Ryme would start drinking water now to prepare.

WC: 642
PL weighted: 7,125 (Base: 23,753)

Items
Super weighted clothing