"Relax would you, you look like.... Well you look like you're sitting in the dentist's office waiting for a root canal."

Adam looked up from his hands as the shuttle rocked from side to side, "Sory, I just generally prefer to drive. This guy keeps dipping too shallow and it's making me nervous."

Ramirez rolled his eyes and kicked back to take a look at the pamphlet he was reading, "Listen to this. I picked this up back on the station and it's pretty interesting read." He cleared his throat, "Within the last eighteen months GA xeno planetary analysts have green lit twenty potential colony planets for human habitation. According to xeno-scientific experts, these planets are all perfectly habitable, and unlikely to ever produce sentient life of its own. Each of these planets has a suitable climate for a large population though xeno experts will be strictly limiting colonization in an effort to not destabilize the planetary ecosystem. Each colony will be heavily monitored by members of the xeno colonization taskforce. Efforts will be made to keep the natural landscapes of the planet as intact as possible. For these reasons the use of technology, and natural gasses are being strictly limited by the Interplanetary Energy Association. Some experts postulated that these limits on technological use might have a hand in deterring colonists, however this theory has proven to be false as slots for planetary habitation fill up quickly. Furthermore xeno cultural experts have been stunned at the sudden and rapid development of micro cultures within the colonies. The term they are using is called Rapid Microcultural Evolution, often these cultures are very specific and very niche to each planet often based on dead or outdated human cultures from history largely influenced by popular media."

He set down the pamphlet, "Isn't that cool, I was reading in here at it seems like there are "themed" Colonies now. Like the one we are going to is like wild west, but there is also a sort of greek/roman style one that popped up in the milky way, and even a victorian one out somewhere in andromeda."
Adam tilted his head, "Guess you and I are going to have to start a colony."

"Alright, what theme are we gonna pick, can't be sci fi because we live in that."

Adam leaned back in his seat, "You ever stop to think that we only consider it sci fi because I watched too many space movies from the 2000s. Technically it's not sci fi its sci fact. I have a house on the moon, and fly a spaceship."

"Good point." He walked to sit over next to Adam, "So what time period do you think is cool."

Adam tapped his foot on the ground, "how about.... Renaissance?"

"I was thinking vikings or WAIT Aztec."

"Mmmm some of my ancestors were viking.

"And twenty bucks says some of my relatives were Aztec."

Adam shrugged, "Just mix them together and make Aztec vikings and 'bam' you have the craziest space culture ever. Big ass viking men who drag you back to the ziggurat to pull your beating heart out of your chest for a good Maze harvist."

The two of them laughed for a second until the shuttle dropped into upper atmosphere, and then the two of them went relatively silent as they prayed to make a safe landing as the shuttle rocked and bumped through the upper atmosphere. The sky on the planet was a very vibrant blue, almost more so than earth, and as they descended towards the barren open desert, they thought they might have seen a oup of horses riding north over the barren, rocky landscape.

When they landed, Ramirez stumbled from the shuttle and out into sunlight throwing a hand up to protect hi face.

It was hot, and the croaking of strange alien insects rose up around them. The site they were at was arid and mostly deserted with a single wooden building before them and a shiny new set of train tracks.

The two of them stared, "Awesome."

Looking around, they could see miles and miles of open plane, mostly desert, but some tufts of strange looking scrub brush and more than a few rocky plateaus rising into the sky.

Then they looked around at the people.

They were not disappointed.

Men and women alike in jeans and suspenders, with wide brim hats and gun belts. Some of the women had on long skirts and decorative hats or even bonnets on a few occasions. There were a few horses tethered to the side of what they assumed to be the train station.

"I think we are a bit overdressed." Ramirez said, leaning over to whisper to Adam.

He nodded, lets go change and then buy some train tickets to the capital. We have to find somewhere to get horses if we want to make this any sort of experience."

Ramirez frowned as they made their way towards the train station, kicking up dirt in his wake, "Wait, horses, hold on I thought we were just going to kick up around town, go to the saloon, get drunk and maybe hit on a couple of bar maids or something."

Adam snorted, "Please we can't go to the cowboy planet and not put our equipment to use.'

They shoulder their way through the double doors, their feet clattering on the wooden flooring. A few faces looked up at them from the waiting benches, but mostly they ignored the two strangers.

Adam motioned ramirez towards the bathrooms and the two of them made their way over, Glad that this was at least one modern convenience that they got to keep. Ramirez took a little while to get his gear on, and when he stepped out of the bathroom Adam was already waiting for him.

Waiting for him leaned up against the wall, the brim of his hat low over his eyes. Ramirez was a bit surprised at how well the other man fit into the role. He was wearing a light blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows, and a black vest over that, his hat was black and he had blue jeans tucked into black boots. A brown leather gunbelt hung at a canted angle on his hips.

When he looked up Ramirez grinned And adam shook his head, "You dumbass, do you even know how to put that on."

Ramirez looked down, "What!"

Adam walked over, "I thought you lived in texas."

He grabbed Ramirez by the shoulders and began adjusting his clothes, "Come on, If you are making me spend time with you, the best you could do is not look like a dumbass."

Ramirez held up his hands Grinning as Adam grabbed the pistol from his holster and adjusted the belt.

"Hey Adam, is that your gun belt or are you just happy to see me."

Adam looked up at him with a withering gaze, "I hate you you know that."

Ramirez grinned, "I know."

Adam flipped the gun around, "Holster Like this if you want to be authentic, now quit being a dumbass or we are going to find out what it feels like to get a bootheel to the balls."

"Kinky."

He didn't see the short side handed slap that came for the side of his head but still felt it was worth it as he tugged on his hat.

His poison of choice was a white shirt and no vest with brown boots and the light tan hat from earlier. He thought he looked sexy as hell. In fact he would go so far as to say the both of them looked pretty hot. Two eligible bachelors out on the town.... Well one eligible bachelor and a slightly less eligible bachelor with huge baggage issues still hung up on his one and only love, but that was more of a mouthful.

Adam left Ramirez standing by the door and walked over to buy some tickets, which were also being purchased using credits as anywhere else. When he walked, his boots clomped over the floor and jangled lightly. No one bothered to look up as he went past making it clear just how common that occurrence was around here.

He came back later with two train tickets and sat on the bench next to ramirez leaning his head back against the wall.

Adam crossed his arms over his chest and pretended to be asleep, while some alien insects buzzed around the room rather annoyingly.

It was hot and Ramirez tugged at the collar of his shirt.

They were there for probably thirty or forty minutes before a distant train whistle jolted the two of them back into wakefulness.

Adam stood and so did Ramirez, the two of them jogging noisily outside onto the wooden platform in order to watch the train.

Though the train had wheels and ran on tracks, big, black and impressive, it clearly wasn't run on coal or natural gas. However, whoever had designed the thing had clearly put great emphasis into making it look as realistic as possible, and the thundering roar as it rolled over the tracks was something to behold, vibrating in their bones in a way that just wasn't captured by the maglevs of earth.

"Damn, that is cool."

Adam smirked a little, "hey think the train will get robbed on our way back to town."

Ramirez grinned, "If we don't, I want my money back.

The platform around them started to fill up some, and they stepped back as the train pulled to a stop, urged back by a few conductors as a couple of passengers stepped out carrying bags. Some of them were cleary tourists, though there were a fwe who looked like citizens.

Stepping onto the train, the two of them were ushered into a car in the back and sat in an uncomfortable wooden bench as they watched the other passengers slowly filter onto the train. No one even looked at them twice, except, Ramirez noticed, a very pretty cowgirl who stepped o second to last and sat a few rows behind."

He grinned and elbowed Adam in the ribs, who looked over at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I think this planet is going to really benefit from..... A latin lover." he whispered seductively.

Adam punched him in the leg.

He yelped, "Ouch, dude, no sense of humor."

"I don't know, I thought that was pretty funny." The two of them shared a laugh as the train began to chug forward over the tracks, slow at first and then faster and faster until the landscape was rushing by below them.

The ride was rather bumpy and sort of loud, but they were ok with that.

The sun inched towards the horizon as the train moved, and the sky faded from blue to a delicate violent towards the horizon.

At some point Adam drifted off at his side and ended up slumping against the window.

Ramirez let the poor guy sleep and sighed.

It had been a rough time for the crew, and for him, but he hoped he was doing the right thing by coming out here and taking him on some sort of adventure. Sure he had selfish motives, and wanted to see cool things, but he liked to think this was mostly for his friend.

The entire sky was almost purple now, and the light of a distant city sprung up before them.

He nudged Adam awake, and the other man sat up blinking owlishly as he looked around. Little lanterns on the carriage had been lit, illuminating the interior of the train with dim yellow light. The train began to slow, and then pulled to a stop as they got to their feet and stepped off.

Walking off the wooden planks of the train station and down into the muddied dirt road of the Bramble Colony Capital: Two Sun.

The streetlights had already been lit though horse drawn carts and carriages were still being pulled through the streets.

Dogs barked on occasion and voices rose up from houses and establishments on either side of the wooden boardwalk street.

"Where to?" Adam wondered/

"The Saloon!"

"You are such a dumbass." Adam said, shaking his head, but he followed after Ramirez. Walking down the street their boots clattering voer wooden boards and through mud the leather of gun belts creaking slightly as they walked.

"Dude I feel like such a badass."

Ramirez turned to look at Adam eyebrow raised, for the first time since their trip started, he seemed genuinely excited.

"Glad I'm not the only one!'

"Hey!"

The two of them drew to a halt in the mud turning to the side where they spotted a man sitting on one of the wooden porches. Ramirez's eyes widened as he saw the shiny golden star on the left side of the man's chest, "Sheriff!"

The man Raised an eyebrow probably not used to being greeted so enthusiastically.

"You two new around here?"

The two of them grinned at each other as the man's exaggerated rural drawl fell over them."

The man narrowed his eyes.

"Yes sir, just visiting."

"Well you see this building behind me."

"Yes sir."

"You two fools get into any trouble and you'll be behind bars faster than a thoroughbred from the starting gate, you hear me."

Ramirez jumped up and down in his boots turning to look at Adam, "Wild west jail."

"Not a tourist attraction Ramirez." He turned to look at the Sheriff who was still eying them and grabbed his friend by the shoulders steering them clear, "We'll keep our noses out of trouble Sheriff."

Ramirez was still grinning as they made their way down the street, "Do you have a death wish?"

"He won't kill me, but wouldn't going to cowboy jail be a great story."

"Getting dragged would also be a great story when all my skin pealed off."

"Dragged?"

"Old west form of punishment where you get dragged behind a horse till dead."

Ramirez shook his head, "I will go with a no on that one, also not a big fan of hanging, but I could do a firing squad as long as I was allowed to make a really bad pun before I go."

Adam snorted with some amusement as they made their way towards the loudest building on the street. From the sound of the out of tune piano on the inside and the drunken singing , they were in the right palace.

Adam Grabbed Ramirez by the back of the shirt and dragged him away from the swinging doors, "Hold on, hold on."

Ramirez stopped, "What.'

"Ive always wanted to do ths."

"Do what?"

Adam cracked his neck and his knuckles before stepping towards the door and pushing both open. The clatter of his boots was loud on the floor and Ramirez waited for that expected moment when all of the sound would stop and everyone would turn to look at them.

That.... Did not happen.

In fact, no one noticed the two young men as they made their way inside the hot, cramped room smelling of liquor and sweat.

"My disappointment is immeasurable and my day has been ruined." Ramirez whispered.

Adam frowned, "yeah my expectations were, well, expecting something better than that."

Together the two of them made their way over to the bar, both leaning against it in exaggerated nonchalance before bursting into laughter. The bartender, a stern looking redhead walked over, "And what do you boys want."

Ramirez patted Adam on the back, "me and my friend are looking to get very drunk very quick, think you can help us."

The woman sighed, but ducked behind the bar.

Adam tilted his head at Ramirez, "I thought you didn't like it when I drank."

"When you drink alone, yes, but when you drink with me, we have a party."

"Sure we do." Adam snorted

The woman came back a moment later with two shot glasses and bottle which she set on the bar, "This will get you drunk."

Adam flipped over the bottle to take a look, "Shit, Ramirez, this is practically paint thinner."

"Tastes like to too." The woman said as she poured two shots of the stuff and slid it over to them."

Adam took it gingerly like it was a snake about to bite him.

Ramirez raised the glass, "Ready when you are, cowboy."

"Don't call me that." Adam said raising the glass, and together they kicked it back bith grimacing and sputtering as they came back up to set the shots back on the bar.

Adam wiped his eyes, "Damn, Like.... Rubbing alcohol."

Ramirez waved a hand in front of his face "Makes my eyes burn just thinking about it. Another!"

"Sweet heavens above."" Adam Implored, but slid his glass back to the bartender, who seemed very amused.

"Are we going to end up in jail by the time this is over."

"Probably."

They took another shot.

It was about ten or so minutes later when Adam started to feel the warm fuzzy sensation inside his chest. Ramirez had already vanished somewhere tryin to woo the local population. No one was safe.

He took a seat at the bar head down staring at his glass.

Why was he thinking about Sunny all of a sudden.

"Someone break your heart." The bartender said dryly. When he looked up, he expected her to be wiping at the same greasy spot of counter with an even greasier rag, but she was simply leaned against the bar staring at him.

"That obvious?"

"Nine out of ten times its the best guess, besides, most of the time two shots from that bottle can lighten anyone's mood."

"You got something..... Strong but like.... Good tasting?"

"You mean something brightly colored and fruity?"

"Yeah, something brightly colored and fruity."
She Smirked, "You're braver than most men at this bar."

"I knew we were dressing as cowboys, but I didn't know the 1800s let us borrow their views on drinks too."

She laughed, and returned a few second later with a martini glass full of bright green liquid, "There that should do for yah."

He sipped at it a little, and satisfied it wasn't going to peel the first layer of his insides began to drink.

"So, this girl of yours... she leave you."

"No uh.... I sort of left her."

"You some kind of simpleton.... Idiot maybe/"

He sighed and slumped down in his chair. "That's what I'm told... I left her.... So I wouldn't hurt her. I don't think she understood but..... I've been pretty messed up since the war."

"A soldier huh."

"Not much of one."

"ANd your friend over there, the one dancing on the table, is he a soldier too?"

Adam turned around to look towards where Ramirez was standing on a table and dancing around like a moron to the flight of the drunken crowd below, "He sighed, do you know what a synonym for moron is?"

"What/"

"A marine." He stood, "Hold on a second while I go get him, "

He walked over to the table hands on hips and looked up,"Ramirez, Get down from there."

"Or, or you could come up here."

"Or I damn well won't."

He turned around in a circle stamping his boot and clapping his hands.

"Come on! Have some fun." off in the corner the piano was going loudly getting faster and faster."

"If you don't come here I pull out the shoe."

Adam looked back at the bartender who looked more amused than she did annoyed. So he sighed and held up a hand, "help me up."

Ramirez grinned and grabbed him by the hand, helping to haul him into the table, where the two of them linked arms and began dancing around in a circle in some horrible tandem rendition of square dancing mixed with swing dancing. The table wobbled dangerously back and forth threatening to tip over as their weight distribution swayed around and around. Laughing and Drunken chanting started up as the piano started to go faster and faster.

Those who were able to sing along in time with the words, soon stumbled over them, their lips tripping over the words that spilled from their mouths.

Adam and Ramirez stomped their boots and kicked up their heels in a wild tornado, both of them having surprisingly good rhythm. The piano grew faster and faster and faster until they were simply spinning around in a wild circle.

And then the door slammed open.

The piano cut off, and Ramirez went tumbling into Adam causing the two of them to pitch backward off the table and hit the floor with a loud "thud". The room was dead silent except for the sound of boots rattling over the ground.

Adam ad Ramirez groaned rolling into sitting positions as they looked up at the intruder.

The man they saw was.... Greasy and unkempt with a snarled black beard and a pockmarked face. He wore a tatty black leather jacket and grimy fingerless gloves. His clothing was travel stained and filthy. When he walked into the room, his smell was just as present as he was.

"Don't stop on my account." He said, "it looked like we were just getting to the fun part."

"What the hell do you think you're doing back here Louis." the bartender snarled,"I thought we made it very clear that you weren't welcome last time."

The man raised his hands innocently, "Oh please, I am just here to/...collect charitable donations."

"Get out! Or we call the sherif."

"Sheriff is busy.... Chasing outlaws outside of town."

Adam and Ramirez exchanged looks as they slowly got to their feet.

The man reached towards his belt, "You boys stay right where you are."

Adam raised his hands, "Woah, no harm done."

Adam glanced towards Ramirez, giving him a look as he began to inch quietly to the side. Adam moved strategically in the opposite direction keeping his hands up.

He tried to look as shifty as possible to keep the man's attention, "I think you should leave like the lady said."

"Oh ho so one of the twinkle toes dancing boys thinks I should leave."

"I do, so i am going to ask politely first."

"And then what." his hand inched down hovering over the grip of his gun. Adam did the same, though his fingers had gone numb. He was a good shot, but dueling! He knew he would fumble! He just knew it.

"I'm going to stop you."

He laughed, "Oh you wil,l will you."

Adam stared hard at the man's face watching Ramirez move into position behind the man's back, "I will.... I have the angel's on my side."

The man started to laugh.

Ramirez struck, grabbing a bottle from the nearest table and cracking the man across the back of the head with it. The man went down hard but Ramirez doubled over clutching his hand,"Fuck..... My hand! I thought those were so supposed to break! Shit."

Adam leaped forward pinning the man to the ground.

A few other men and women rushed forward to help and soon enough they had him hog tied on the floor.

He stood up heart beating with exhilaration.

Ramirez rubbed his hand and groaned in pain.

Adam pressed his knee into the man's back.

The bar tender came around from behind the bar, "That was a dumb move boys brave but dumb."

Adam looked over to where ramirez was still nursing his wound, "yeah, I think that describes us pretty well doesn't it. I got this guy, the rest of you can go back to drinking."

The bartender shook her head, "You buys drink free tonight."

Ramirez grinned, "how can I say no to that! Drinks on me!"

Adam ignored the cheering of the bar for a moment, as he pulled the guns from the mn's belt, and.... A very large knife. He noticed the decorative handle and, out of curiosity, pulled it out. It felt heavy in his grip, with good heft. He tested the edge against the hairs on the back of his arm, and they fell away smooth.

"Not bad." he muttered.

Sunny would like.....

He paused

Looked down, looked around and then back down fighting with himself internally before.

Discreetly tucking the knife into his own, empty, knife sheath."

Looking up he saw one of the serving girls staring at him.

He blushed and held up a finger to his lips.

She smiled, ruby red lips parting slightly, and winked at him, turning away exaggeratedly as if she hadn't seen anything.

The door crashed open again a few moments later, and the Sheriff came barging into the room huffing and puffing like a bull, covered in dust, fingers stained with cordite. He paused in te doorway frowned at the scene before him and walked over, "Louis Grey."

He looked down at Adam, and then Over at Ramirez who was taking advantage of his momentary glory.

"Thought I told you not to get into trouble."

"You never told us not to stop it."

He grunted and motioned to a few men to help him drag the body back to the jail, "Guess this is a thanks I owe you then. He has outstanding warrants in several counties, can never catch him though greasy little weasel."

The unconscious man was dragged away only just beginning to stir. The sheriff shook his hand. "You boys be safe, and try not to do something so dumb next time."

Adam touched the brim of his hat. "Yes sir." He reached down to touch the knife at his belt, "We will make sure of it."