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<January 13, 2087, 2032 hours, Kreuzbasar kiez, East Berlin>
It's a cold night in Berlin. Moonlight from the newly full moon filters through the cracks in the dark, fluffy, pregnant clouds, as the first soft flakes of snow begin to show, pirouetting down through the air to fall gently upon the ground, most simply dissipating as they land. A pair of soft emerald eyes belonging to a short, slim Elven woman sitting upon the bench in a small, empty park scan the skies, examining that peaceful firmament as she pulls her worn forest green jacket tightly about herself, a soft shiver running down her spine. An Ares Guardian drone, a vectored-thrust hover drone armed to the teeth with mini-turrets and a small flamethrower that seems to have been welded on after production, floats nearby, the small infrared forward camera scanning the area passively.

The elven woman sighs as she returns her gaze to the light of the city filtering through the trees, brushing a lock of dark purple hair out of her eyes as she reflects on the events of the past few days. The Corporations had been increasing patrols on the border between the anarchist east and the corp-controlled west of late, and she could smell trouble coming. Big trouble. Even now, on this peaceful snowy winter's night, she can feel how tense the air is. She sighs again and stands. I need a soykaf, she thinks as she walks back into the city, quickly finding her favourite coffee place and greeting the aging Turk behind the bar with an easy smile. "Evening," she says, "I'll have a soykaf. Double cream, extra sugar, and add a little vanilla flavour in there."
"Are you sure you don't want to try some of the real stuff this time, Eris? I promise you won't regret it!" responds the middle-eastern man.
"No, thank you. Fifty nuyen is a little more than I can afford to be spending right now, you know. Some other time," responds the Elf with an apologetic grin, much to the chagrin of the Turk, who grumbles as he moves off to make the drink. And Eris is left there with her thoughts, her mind drifting off to distant places, particularly her dream of a Berlin free from corporate control. Her mother used to speak of a time when the Flux State ruled over all of Berlin. A beautiful anarchy, where people helped each other to thrive rather than depending upon a corrupt government or money-grubbing corporation. That is why this is all worth it. Her face turns up into a wide smile at the thought.