Rosh Zenzara's Story

"Well it is, i have a meeting planned but i can spare a few moments. Aberash, no i can't say i have. I would love to visit some of the sites of the world but my business keeps me rather occupied. So unless it was looking for infrastructure design, or perhaps some investment, i feel i am going to be of little use to you." --he shrugged softly a confession of sorts that his life was extraordinarily busy. He caught the flailing hair of the woman. His soft tones asked " Are you okay, you seem... frustrated?"

Club Nyt

From the outside, Club Nyt could be mistaken for an abandoned hotel, with gargoyles and spires. As you walk inside, the first thing that you notice are the red flashing lights that temporary blind you. Dark electro club music batters your ears.

"Aberash is a wonderful planet, dear," called Xao, refusing to meander any closer. Rosh shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He was clearly less patient.

"Investment! Yes, that," Rosh began, "We have the best of investment opportunities, trust, and it would be an honor. Perhaps this isn't the best time, but how else to get in touch with such a-"

"Tomorrow evening, we will meet elsewhere? A hospital is no place for this type of conversation," Xao shouted across the room. As hurried as he was, Rosh sighed in defeat. This really was not the best spot.

"How about Club Nyt, tomorrow afternoon?" Rosh suggested. Despite being a Gothic nightclub, it had a certain high-class appeal during the day that was perfect for business. Especially interplanetary business.

"Ma'am there is someone here to meet with you....as well as an unknown party talking to them..." Informed a trooper
Priestess sighed "I don't have time for this... Mysti go deal with this find out what they want then get them out."
"Yes ma'am" said the mage who then turned to a squad of TLA troopers " You all with me"

Mysti and her squad left headed for the lobby hearing the sounds of the commander Priestess yelling about getting the damn elevator working. Mysti sighed and shook her head.
The sounds of trooper's boots where heard as Mysti and her men entered the lobby.

"Welcome to the Wing City Hospital." Mysti said to the group " I'm Mysti archmage of the Terran Liberation Army... The commander of this facility is busy at the moment, but I can give you any information you may need or if you need medical attention I can point you in the right way." She took a pause before asking "So how may The Terran Liberation Army help you today?"

"See you there," Rosh smiled, before departing wide-eyed with his people.

Wing City Hospital, this was apparently where the magic happened concerning the rumored Terran Liberation Army.

At least, that's what the brief detailed for Agent Solis' first assignment offworld since she joined the IIA And completed her training.

She looked up, and around once she was through the doors of the hospital, wearing all black she stood out from the rest of the crowd, in a black sweater, dark jeans, and a slim leather handbag draped over her shoulder.

She was given orders to blend in, meet with the local resistance and set up arms deals.

She checked the fitment of her disruptor pistol, which was concealed in a holster in the small of her back, discreetly adjusting the weapon to sit more comfortably, she approached the front desk, her heels echoing through the lobby.

Outside the elevator shaft before princess hospital steel framework can be heard to creak and groan as a wall straightened and pulled inward. The bent superstructure straightened by a dense cloud occupying the darkened interior. Buttons outside the elevator sprung to life as something reconnected collapsed wire conduits. With a hum of life the floor indicator chimed but displayed nothing. After a few B4 appeared then advanced quickly to ground. It chimed once more and the door opened.

Shiny metal doors open to four humanoid men standing in the dark. Lights blink on from above as what sounded like rain issues from all sides. Blackness drains from the lights into the elevator shaft and the car grows brighter still. Seen more clearly their garb something between a white doctor's coat and an overcoat. Above it heads in coarse gauze to make bare hints at indistinct features. Jinhai made a pale imitation of the doctors they saw as to not disturb the patients. Mostly they were seen at night while patients slept. Other Jinhai in slightly different garb, frequently seen in the city if out of the way, walk in at all hours to drop patients off without so much as a word.

Stone plates with pillars at each corner held between them each occupant quite still. A soldier of some distinction from accident during city repairs laid still as the mortuary slab he'd once been upon. They'd recreated the clothing and the armor but none of the markings. Appearing do until a chest rose making breath more apparent. The man's eyes open, alarmed. Both him and idle compatriot quite alive.

One looked straight to Priestess its flat voice noting, "It is done, humankind."

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"Where are you taking me? Why can I feel my legs?", asked the man reaching for legs quite well smashed by debris to his recollection.

"You are rekindled, humankind," came the emotionless reply, "You must return to the care of other humankind."

"What? Who?", came the soldier's voice as they entered the hallway to set the white stone plates on a gurney.

The four turned toward the basement stairs down the hallway without further word to the alarmed man trying to get up. The soldier just stared with hands propping up his torso. Moving bare toes dumbstruck and quite in shock. Nothing but bare skin below the thigh his clean pants ended abruptly.

"But... where are my shoes? Is that a tattoo? Whose legs are these?!", was all the man could muster.

Rosh Zenzara checked his watch. It was almost time for his meeting in Club Nyt. He hustled into the club.

Xao Dua looked to Rosh and tapped her foot. They were right on time- now where were the Helix Corporation people? Also, why did Rosh pick here to meet? Very unprofessional, Xao considered, but had heard things on Terra operated...differently.