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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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Sacura thought for a moment. The one thing they didn't want to do was raise the attention of every guard here, at least not until they were inside. Once they were inside, they could easily win in the crowded hallways, if it came to that, but out in that open space between the fence and the walls was just a dead zone. They got caught out there, they would get cut down, no questions asked. But, slowly, an idea was dawning on her. She started to speak aloud.

"Hey, wait, how does this sound? I transform into my little cat form and sneak on in while you two make some little ruckus outside, just enough to occupy the guards attention or a few seconds. Once I'm in, I can knock out the guards on that side and let you in. From then on, it's just an easy matter of dodging guards and getting to the computer room Any other ideas?"