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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's comm crackled to life as Laryn asked her a question in his usual blunt, rude way. So she responded in the same way. "How the hell should I know exactly where I am? It's not like I've been here before, and right now I'm working on getting up some form of map. Ah!"

On a holoprojector behind here, a 3-D map flared into existence. A pair of black dots were flashing in one of the hallways, with a stream of black ones close behind. The group was moving quite quickly until the two red dots turned a corner. Suddenly they stopped, and the black dots, after moment, disappeared. One of the security cameras was now showing only static, but she didn't need to see what happened to know exactly what Laryn did. But something was weird. There was still one black dot left, so that meant that one of them had been able to dodge. And that meant that one of them had skill. Something else was was off too. There was a third red dot behind the others, and then a fourth moving around the base. She picked up her comm. "Laryn, one of the HF guys is still there! And there are other people who broke into the base, and one is behind you! Be careful! I'll try and get a map to your comm ASAP! Just hang in there."

Behind Laryn there there stood someone. She looked completely different from two years ago. She was older, taller, and much more grown up. The only thing that might have identified her was a white bandanna that was tied around her head. She said, "Well, looks like you haven't changed a bit, Laryn."