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located in Omic, a part of Silverose, one of the many universes on RPG.


Capital of the Omicron, and the worst sleaze pit in the galaxy. Picture the Chicago of Al Capone. Very polluted. Nasty place to be, all said and done.


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The trip was short but tense. Omic didn't have a very relaxing atmosphere, and it was already night there. The neon lights were flashing dimly casting the streets in a dull glow of different colors. Graffiti covered almost everything that the gangs could reach, which was anywhere that store owners didn't try and keep clean, and that meant anything not owned by a single person. The streets were nearly abandoned at this time of night. The only people who would be out now were gangsters or some other nefarious perp. But, so long as you avoided the gangs, you didn't run the risk of the "displeasure" of the mobsters who controlled the gangs. She had heard stories. None of them were good.

The group slowed as the compound came into view. It was conspicuous, to say the least. It was surrounded by a giant lot of blank asphalt ringed by chain-link fence topped with barbed wire. The compound itself looked like a fortress, with tall metal walls and the classic guard tower at every corner. It wasn't a rectangle, that she could tell from here, but it obviously had an irregular shape. But at this point, its shape wasn't the problem. "How the hell can we get in there without being noticed?" Sacura wondered aloud.