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Asteria City


ImageAsteria is a sprawling coastal city located along the Eastern Seaboard that serves as one of the major hubs for international travel to and from Terra. Possessing one of the largest spaceports on the Eastern Seaboard, Asteria boasts a massive level of traffic and is a prime tourist location as well.

Asteria contains several prominent academies of higher education, museums, schools of art, corporate businesses, and numerous historical landmarks. Among its many local attractions, Asteria also contains a prominent NPA field office, and a large naval base is situated across the bay from the city.

Asteria has strong divisions of culture and ethnicity due to the high concentration of immigrants - both legal and illegal. In particular the city possesses an especially prominent number of Shintenchi and Caprican immigrants as well as a noteworthy concentration of scythian illegals.

Asteria enjoys a high level of prosperity, but the large abundance of illegal immigrants has sowed an element of desperation into the poorer regions of the city. It is often unwise for tourists to visit Asteria without taking care to learn what districts are best avoided after dark.
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Asteria City

Asteria is a sprawling coastal city located along the Eastern Seaboard that serves as one of the major hubs for international travel to and from Terra.

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Asteria City is a part of Eastern Seaboard.

8 Places in Asteria City:

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Kagami/Karu'kh [20] If I were to explain him, it'd take forever to explain what he's like. Even trying to shorten it.
Eran Dyre [20] TNG character
Jellybean Jane [11] "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" (end me.)
Martin Langford [11] Terran anchorman.
Sonja Petralia [9] Proprietor of a several prominent nightclubs in Caprica City, Sonja is both a strong and successful business woman.
Jona Navette [2] Happy child living close to his family.
Hiroyoshi Sakai [2] One of the best Tengu pilots in Shintenchi
Ponyta-Krissy [1] Fire-type

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A temporary wooden stage sat in the middle of Asteria City. Red velvet was smoothed over and stapled to the panels while banners of red, black, and gold draped from the rafters. One banner hung from the center with the words "Vote for Ereb" and "You have my guarantee" printed across it. Crowds of people gathered beneath the stage. Many dressed in cheap white t-shirts painted with various political messages while others carried homemade signs that echoed the large center banner.

There was an eruption of photography flashes and cheering as a figure emerged from backstage. He was an older man clad in an exquisite midnight blue tailored suit that was adorned with onyx cufflinks while a deep purple necktie tucked neatly beneath the collar of a snow white buttoned-down shirt and suit jacket. White hair receded from his forehead and flowed downward in a sharply trimmed and groomed beard. Aged wrinkles marked his face as intelligent, observant, and lively blue eyes scanned the crowd.

"Good afternoon, Asteria City!" Gabriel Ereb said into his headset microphone as he waved at the crowd.

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Meanwhile, Shadow-Sabre and Verhasst stood on opposite sides of the stage. The two cyborgs stood at attention with rigid soldierly discipline. Their bodies were wrapped in black mesh that defined chiseled and compact muscles. Metallic helmets clung to their heads, complete with breathing masks. Several compartments along with sheathed combat knives and pistols were attached to their waists. Large Ereb Blast Rifles were gripped tightly in their hands. Shadow-Sabre supplemented his blaster with a katana that was sheathed snugly on his back. Observant and alert eyes scanned the area through dark visors.

"Initiate environment security scan." Shadow-Sabre called out on their secure channel.

Several other Alpha Troopers dotted the area, hidden in advanced cloaking. Their network of sensors weeded through the area, tagging every person with varying degrees of threat levels. Paia, the artificial super-intelligence that administrated their data, scanned for weapons, abnormal or aggressive body language, and anything that may prove a threat to Mr. Ereb and the local civilians.

<< Environment scan complete. No immediate threats detected. Stay frosty. >>

"Spasibo, Paia." Verhasst replied. "Stay sharp, comrades. As my mama always said... Hope for ze best an' prepare for ze worst."

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This would be the perfect place to kick shit up. Okay, so bringing his ten year old nephew into the picture wasn't his brightest moment, but he was going to show the boy how to fight for what was right without getting violent. He'd told the boy not to tell his parents what they were doing because, if Daniel found out, Eran would have his ears chewed off. Plus, Carl's mother, his sister, wouldn't be happy either.

"You know I told you about what happened to that man, the one we saw on TV that everyone is talking about?" He spoke to his nephew. Though Carl hadn't seen the beheading, too his knowledge, the man's picture had been in the news none stop. "And you saw that they arrested the other girl for no reason, well this is the man that will have the power to stop immigrants coming here. The same people that caused that man's death and that man's arrest..."

He took a seat and nodded for Carl to do the same. "There was a lot of wrong-doing there. The man might have been a criminal, but no trail was held. No proof. If we don't make a stand now, Volaria will get away with doing this to more innocent people. And immigrants will get away with stealing our jobs, making crime rise and everything else. We need to know what he's planning on doing to stop this and help protect Terran citizens." He nodded.

And if it meant causing a shitstorm to get answers, Eran was well prepared to do so whether his nephew was there or not. "It might be a little boring, but I promise it'll become clearer. It's best you learn about politics early too. Stops them screwing you over as an adult."

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As Ereb and his security team made their speech, there would be nothing out of the ordinary transpiring. That was until a sleek, black form that was hard to discern darted over the city.

It was completely silent.


That was at least for a few seconds until a deafening boom followed, and it's engines could be heard. The craft was long gone before anyone could realize exactly what was going on.

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"As we draw near to the first official election of the TNG," he continued. "I hope to see you all in the voting booths to bring those among us to power that can bring our new nation into a bright future. But let's focus on you, Asteria, for a moment... Asteria is home to a thriving center for education and business. However, your gutters are overflowing with gang violence and illegal immigrants that seek to leech from our budding economy! So far we have swept the refuse under the rug. Out of sight, out of mind, correct? But how long until the rampant crime, which has been escalating for weeks according to statistics, spill out into the streets where you walk to work in the morning or where your children play?"

It was then that the aircraft roared over the city. Gabriel Ereb paused for a moment as the sonic boom passed.

"As representative, I will pass legislation to raise the budget of the police force so they can get the equipment and personnel they need to keep our streets safe. Together, we can clean out the trash from our gutters and make all of Asteria safe for Terran citizens."

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3(b) stood in relative silence amongst the bustling crowds of Asterian citizens with his eyes fixed on the wooden stage. He mimicked the actions of the crowd, erupting into applause as the expensively-dressed politician stepped out to greet the public. Once the cheering had died down as the man prepared to speak, the white-eyed male glanced throughout the city square, taking note of the positions of every armed guard and the weapons they carried.

The CEO of Ereb Industries would be no easy target, but that didn't discourage him. He had been given a task that he intended to see through to the very end. Albeit the sizable reward for the assassination of such an important figure was enough for him to take the job, 3(b) was doing it for the personal satisfaction. In his eyes they were just crooks in suits, using their elevated status to their personal gain. The more politicians dead, the happier he'd be. He dug into his pocket to fetch his phone, causing the screen to light up when he held it to his face.

The time on the screen read 1:00. Time to get this train running. After sliding his cell back into his pocket, 3(b) started to make his way to the front of the crowd. Once he was about twenty-five feet away from the stage, he reached behind his back to retrieve the revolver secured in-between his belt and denim jacket. There was a sudden cry of distress as the black-haired man raised the firearm toward Gabriel Ereb and squeezed the trigger five times, causing the cackle of gunfire to echo throughout the plaza.
Shortly afterward more than six individuals indistinguishable from the original attacker emerged from the now scrambling crowds, each drawing their own weapons one by one before firing on the stage and the guards within the square.

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"In addition to cleaning up our streets, " Ereb continued, "we must reinforce our current strengths. When I am in office, I will propose legislation that will raise grants and scholarships for education, and cultivate an environment where small business enterprise will thrive..."

Meanwhile, Shadow-Sabre and Verhasst stood vigilant at opposite ends of the stage. Terabytes of data flashed across their visors as their internal supercomputers scanned the area with a vast array of sensors. They monitored body language, skin temperatures, faces, and audio. As they scanned, each person was highlighted with a green or yellow aura with possible weapons and weak points tagged with yellow circles.

As 3(b) approached the stage, his form was highlighted with a flashing red aura across their visors. A yellow circle targeted the revolver beneath his jacket.

<< WARNING! IMMINENT THREAT DETECTED! >>

"GET DOWN!" Shadow-Sabre bellowed on his external loudspeaker as he and Verhasst lept in between Ereb and the shooter. The revolver rounds collided with the reactive mesh of their nanosuits like pebbles before ricocheting into the concrete.

"Code red!" Shadow-Sabre called out on their secure comm' link as several more shooters appeared. "Multiple hostiles! Move in! Surround them! Set weapons to stun. Paia, call the authorities and paramedics."

Verhasst and Shadow-Sabre simultaneously lifted their rifles, braced the butts against their shoulders, and aimed them at the assailant. High voltage streams of electricity screeched from the weapons towards the would-be assassin. The stench of ozone filled the air as the paralyzing volts hit the man with the force of a battering ram. Meanwhile, several Alpha Troopers materialized around the edge of the rally. They weaved between the fleeing spectators and attempted to surround the other shooters before firing bolts of electricity from their rifles and pistols.

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The innocent civilians scrambled in every possible direction to avoid the volley of bullets and energy blasts. 3(b) sucked his teeth in minor annoyance when his shots missed their target. He assumed a low-crouch position as he hurried over to the nearest fountain, just barely missing the beams of electricity that jolted from the soldiers' rifles. He used the brief window he'd been given to reload his revolver before peaking from behind his cover-point to fire a few shots at Shadow-Sabre and Verhasst, returning to cover immediately afterward. Damn those suits of theirs! Why didn't they get suits? Things we be a lot easier if they did.

Seeing that they were quickly being surrounded, the other clones moved to take cover behind anything they could find. They grabbed a hold of any pedestrian they could reach, some snagged two, others only one. Though it could be seen as an attempt to initiate a hostage situation, these offenders had another idea in mind. The Asterians that fell into the gunmans' grasps were violently and rapidly transformed into a carbon copy of the man who had attempted to assassinate Gabriel Ereb moments earlier. In addition to the change in appearance, the new Chain clones each sported a unique weapon that somehow appeared out of thin air; this included a high powered plasma rifle, a futuristic rocket launcher, and a couple other weapons that would level the playing field.
The clone--5(c)--mounted the rocket launcher on his shoulder and fixed the head of the grenade on a path leading straight to Shadow-Sabre and Verhasst. The targeting display of the weapon's optic sight highlighted a rectangular boxes around the armored guards, giving him the okay to squeeze the trigger. The grenade burst from the barrel with a deafening boom and flew toward the two super soldiers at frightening speeds. Even if it missed its mark the grenade would still detonate, engulfing everything in proximity in a pernicious haze of super-heated plasma.

As the firefight in the city square raged on, 1(a) sat in the comfort of his apartment with his eyes fixed on his TV. By now the reporters and camera crew of the local news station had gathered on the scene, providing live footage for everyone in the city to see. It didn't seem like the wisest decision to him, but at least they were dedicated to their craft. He kicked back in his recliner and folded his arms behind his head so he could watch the scene unfold.

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Panicked bystanders fell to gunfire from both sides. Some lay spasming in the streets from the bolts of electricity that had struck them instead of the 3(b), which made them easy targets for the clones to nab, or to be trampled beneath the feet of the people scattered and tripping over one another. Others fell to the volley of bullets from the clones, and the destructive explosion of the grenade.

The situation was rapidly escalating into a blood bath as the Alpha Troopers engaged the would be assassins in the crowd of innocent bystanders. Super soldiers were met with heavy weaponry and grenade launchers.

"Uncle Eran, what's going on?" Carl yelled over the screaming.

The scene was very much reminiscent to the shooting that had transpired just outside of the ten year old boy's home back in Wing City, and his head filled with the memory of the panicked crowds knocking him to the ground and separating him from his family. He edged closer to his uncle.

"Uncle Eran!"

The boy was terrified.

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Well, when Eran had planned to kick up a fuss, he hadn't planned for someone else to go bigger and better than he had planned. He hadn't even had time to shout out his protests before someone kicked up a shit storm. But all that mattered was getting Carl out of this mess safely. It didn't matter about anything else. He had to get his nephew out.

"Hey." Eran used his body to cover his nephew. "I won't let anything happen to you, okay? I promise. I came back for you before, but I'm not even going to let you get lost this time. I'll keep a hold of your hand, and you're to stay in front of me as we leave, got it. I promise, nothing is going to happen to you. And if something happens to me, I want you to run as fast as you can out of here and back home. But nothing is going to happen to me. You know me, I'm like a superhero." He smiled, trying to get his nephew to think about something else.

He took Carl's hand and carefully, using his own body as a shield against any stray bullets, tried to get them away without getting hurt. If his sister and brother in law found out about this, he was going to be royally fucked. And if Carl got hurt, he was going to be killed.

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The Alpha Troopers advanced with a quick pace, keeping the muzzles of their weapons lowered to the ground. A few attempted to funneled bystanders out the area while staying between them and the shooters. When met with clear shots, they fired their stun pistols at the terrorists with flawless robotic accuracy. The shock had faded. Their training had kicked in.

Shadow-Sabre leaped from the stage, taking the plasma grenade full in the chest. He tucked his body into a somersault, attempting to contain the blast, before landing in a roll. The Alpha Trooper stretched out his hand towards 5(c) and clenched his fist. A telekinetic vice would envelope the man before slamming him into the ground, knocking him unconscious. With the major threat dealt with, Shadow-Sabre locked onto 3(b) and launched himself towards the fountain with a single leap.

Meanwhile, Verhasst draped his body over Gabriel Ereb and attempted to shield him from any attack. The Parliamentary candidate crouched behind his body guard. A bloodied hand gripped his shoulder tightly.

"Damnit!" Gabriel cursed to himself. "It wasn't supposed to be like this! All those people..."

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"No, come on- get the camera- no, not there! Oh, it doesn't matter, just keep it pointing vaguely at me... are we on? We're on? Oh for-" Martin Langford, TerraCast anchorman and reporter hastily straightened his tie from where he was half-standing, half crouching at the edge of the crowd.

"Of course we're on, we're filming live, you idiot," Fernando hissed from behind the camera.

"Well, I don't know, I thought the rain of bullets might have..." Martin hissed back, before coughing and clearing his throat. "Anyway, I apologise for that interruption ladies and gentleman, but as you can see behind us, Mr Gabriel Ereb's speech in Asteria City has been brought to an early end by some sort of terrorist attack. It's hard to tell exactly what's happening out here but it seems as though Ereb Industries private security have responded by returning fire into the crowd..." He cut off with a muffled curse as a bullet ricocheted off the ground a few metres away.

"...I've seen several casualties already, at the hands of the terrorists who appear to be able to morph people into clones, and to the stun guns." he went on, "It's turning into a massacre out here folks. It seems as though Mr. Ereb has some ruthless enemies."

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Appearing in a windowsill cyprus held a SKT0-Rail Rifle and looked for a target. He didn't have to worry about being seen because of the shadows, his dark powers, and a perception filter added to the armor. He panned the thermal plasma scope across a area to get a good look a the Chaos ragging below he quickly tapped the hair trigger on the fully automatic gun and dropped an Alpha Trooper. He congratulated himself, a perfect headshot. Then he panned the area again searching for Erib, who was nowhere to be seen. Cyprus scowled, his target gone he decided to help the others below by picking off the Alpha troopers.


Later:

Cyprus noted the casualties then packed up and left the building. He will complete his mission, no matter the cost.

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"These things just won't give up will they?!" one of the clones shouted, although the sounds of gunfire and panicked cries made it difficult for his contemporaries to hear him. Before he could even ready another grenade for fire, he found himself overtaken by some invisible force that violently slammed him into the ground--light's out. The remaining clones found themselves fighting an up-hill battle, one that they would undoubtedly lose. One by one the clones let their weapons hit the ground and placed their hands behind their heads. There was no sense in continuing the assault for their message had been delivered. Albeit they had failed in the assassination of Gabriel Ereb, their attempt would likely be the first of many conflicts to come.

The clones hit by the paralyzing beams of electricity hit the ground like bricks before breaking out into a fit of convulsions; the sudden and traumatic shock caused them to revert to their original forms, revealing that the very attackers were Asterian citizens who had fallen into the clutches of the original 1(a). 3(b)'s eyes widened in fear when he peaked from behind the marble fountain. A hulking soldier clad in robotic armor barreling toward him was the last thing he wanted to see. The Chain clone dove to his left, narrowly avoiding a head-on collision with soldier and stone.

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As he exits the building cyprus was welcomed to the Chaos in the street. He walked toward the other side of the street then he saw an injured civilian laying in the street. Cyprus was overwhelmed with guilt when that vary sight brought him to the memory of when a very, very close friend lay dieing, and he did nothing to help her. He was so overwhelmed that he barely noticeed when a cop cuffed him and dragged him off. And he did nothing.

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As the crowd continued to scatter like roaches and the terrorist clones dropped like flies, the Ereb Alpha Troopers cautiously approached the surrendering terrorist and restrained them.

"Not so fast..." Shadow-Sabre growled through his external speaker as 3(b) attempted to flee from the cyborg. He stretched out his hand and attempted to pull the clone into his grip with a yank of telekinetic force. The Alpha Trooper would catch him by the collar and lift him to eye level with the supersoldier. "I have some questions for you..." His voice was heavily modulated and intimidating. "Who do you work for?! Who ordered this hit?! And don't lie to me, because I'll kn-"

BOOM!

Shadow-Sabre glanced upward. Time slowed to a crawl as one of his fellow Alpha Troopers collapsed to the ground. Black shrapnel and sparks from the soldier's helmet flew across the concrete. A baseball-sized void gaped from his head.

The collapsed Alpha Trooper convulsed on the ground. His synthetic muscles twitched and spasmed. A low hum resonated from the suit as several cracks creaked along the torso and limbs. Finally, the fallen Alpha Trooper disintegrated into black smoke and ash that scattered into the wind.

"MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN!" Shadow-Sabre shouted across their comm' as he dove behind the fountain with 3(b) still in his grip. "Paia! Logistics!"

<< Acknowledged. Accessing Crow's Nest. Up-link established. Evaluating ballistics and sensors. >>

The remained Alpha Troopers activated their stealth units and dove for cover as, high above the atmosphere, a satelite focused its lens on the city block. A complex array of sensors traced the path of the bullet from where the deceased Alpha Trooper once stood and scanned the approximate location of where it was fired from.

<< Sniper's roost identified. South-west building, third floor, second window from the left. Heavy caliber round - caution is advised. >>

Then, just as suddenly as the sniper appeared, he retreated down into the open where he was apprehended.

Once the smoke began to clear, Verhasst escorted Ereb away from the stage. The old man's face was pale. His eyes had lost part of their usual sheen, and blood stained his suit jacket. Verhasst draped the man's arm over his shoulder for support as they shuffled passed the news crew.

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The crowd was beginning to thin out from the immediate area as the handful of police officers already on scene pushed their way through. One stooped to check on a fallen woman who hadn't risen from where an Alpha Trooper's stun weapon had left her crumpled on the ground. She was bleeding profusely from a deep gash in her brow inflicted by the trampling feet that she had been caught beneath. Not three feet away a man lay motionless as well, a pool of blood spreading across the pavement where a clone's bullet had torn through his abdomen.

Other officers moved in on the the clones and the Alpha Troopers while voices were shouting from all directions.

"Drop your weapons! Down on the ground!"

"We've got another down over he-"

"What just happened to him?"

"I don't know, the body just went up in smoke."

"Shit. Get these people out of here so the ambulances can get in."

"Secure those buildings!"

Cyprus was dragged away from the point of chaos to be shoved into the back of the nearest police vehicle parked out near the street while the other officers on scene moved to restrain the clones, and to order the Alpha Troopers down. They had their weapons trained on the Alpha Troopers as readily as on the clones and orders were being barked to drop their weapons and get down.

Backup had been called in and other vehicles and police would be arriving shortly, but until then the officers on scene seemed intent on neutralizing anyone with a weapon, regardless of who started what. The Alpha Troopers had no visible identification as law enforcement officers, or as TNG military, and thus were subject to the precautionary measure until the clones could be restrained and the situation secured.

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Sitting in a cop car Cyprus was in complete emotional shock, following that ordeal, things didn't go as planned, but it could of gone a lot worse. Cyprus leaned agenst the door, stareing out the window. He sighed, his friend was right, he has changed. Maybe staying in the shadows wouldn't work anymore. He thought needed new allies, though the thought of completely I the side of the law wouldn't work. Maybe a vigilantly, he cerianly had the equipment. And then his mind whent blank, and he slipped into unconsciousness...

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3(b) had nearly made it out of the plaza before he was seized by the Alpha Trooper's telekinetic grasp and yanked toward him. Once Shadow-Sabre had him by the collar the interrogation began, as he expected. The clone heaved a hefty glob of mucus from the back of his throat and spat, producing the trademark 'ptui' before the loogie landed right on the center of the soldier's mask. "There's your answer, pig." This was likely to get him a good ass kicking but he wasn't worried about it.

A sudden ear-splitting boom caused his head to snap in the direction of the sound. It was the sound of a high caliber rifle, but as he scanned the rooftops he wasn't able to locate another shooter. The only thing he saw was the body of the targeted Alpha Trooper hit the ground with an audible thud before dissipating into a sable gas. His body lurched to one side when his captor leapt behind the nearest fountain for cover. By now the city's police had arrived on the scene, spreading out to assist injured citizens or to subdue his fellow attackers. It seemed that even the super-soldiers hired to protect Mr. Ereb were the targets of the officers' commands. 3(b) saw the commotion as a chance to escape, and thrust his elbow backward as hard as he could in an attempt to smash Shadow-Sabre's head against the stone fountain. He didn't expect it to do much damage against the man's high tech armor, but it should serve as a decent distraction so he could high-tail it out of there.

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Shadow-Sabre growled in annoyance as the lugie smeared across his visor. The cyborg squeezed the man's shoulder, possibly fracturing and bruising a few bones. He was unfazed by 3(b)'s pathetic attempt to bash his head into the fountain - the attempt more likely breaking the man's elbow.

The Alpha Trooper gripped the clone by the sleeve and threw him across the pavement to the feet of the police officers.

"Captain, what are our orders?" one of the supersoldiers called out on their network. Shadow-Sabre scanned the area. He saw the police barking commands and Ereb being taken to an ambulance. Though he knew there would be no way the police could take them by force, he looked to Ereb - he nodded solemnly - and he nodded in turn.

"Stand down." he ordered. "Activate the signature locks on your weapons and lay them on the ground."

The Alpha Troopers proceeded to unholster their weapons and placed them on the ground. Each carried a wide assortment of weapons from a rifle to a combat knife to various forms of grenades. shadow-Sabre placed his katana, locked within its sheath, on the ground beside his other equipment. After they placed their weapons in a neat pile in front of them, they stood at attention with a soldierly discipline.

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3(b) attempt to injure the masked soldier failed horribly, and earned him nothing but a series of scrapes and bruises when he was thrown across the asphalt. He glanced up to the officer looming above him before calmly placing his hands behind his head. It was obvious that defeat was imminent and attempting to flee would likely only get him in more trouble. Although the assassination was a failure, they still managed to get a message across. That's all that was needed.

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It was late afternoon and Sonja had a few hours yet before she needed to head in to the Empyrea, and with Phinx back in the city , the pair had opted to meet up for lunch. It had become something of a regularity for them whenever Phinx was in the area.

Sonja's work kept her schedule too full for meeting many new non-work related acquaintances, and these occasional get-togethers with Phinx where something of an immense relief for the hectic business-woman. A few hours to talk, and to enjoy social frivolities.

The restaurant they had chosen today was only a few blocks from the Empyrea, and one which Sonja often frequented. It was a bit under her paygrade, but it was nearby, and the food was good and the staff friendly. The large television on the back wall also offered some idle entertainment for the nights she was dining by herself; though, today she wasn't paying it much mind and was seated with her back to it.

"How long do you plan to be in the city for?" Sonja asked as she sipped at a glass of water that had been set out for her while they perused the menus.

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Phinx shrugged at the question, fingers lightly tapping against the menu she held in her freshly hands. "I don't know." She said, glancing out from behind her menu to get a good look at Sonja. "Another two days or so." Phinx answered as she placed her menu down in front of herself.

"Big Kahuna and the Brit are gone, so I'm in charge of pretty much everything. Can't exactly go globetrotting as much as I like." She said to the Aschen woman. "I might need to hire a few more assistants. Maybe find some college kids who'll work for free." The Invictus leader joked, raising a hand to wave over a server.

"Your club is already up and running. How long will you be on Terra?" The Jamaican woman asked, "I get it, Asteria is pretty, but... it ain't exactly for people like you. More home for people who think people like you need to be stuffed into a fridge like a superhero's girlfriend."

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"There's actually quite a large population of ethnic aschen here in the city," Sonja answered. "Though things have been a bit on edge around here lately."

She offered a smile but the troubled look in her eyes suggested it was more than a 'bit' on edge.

"I haven't currently finalized any plans to return to Langara yet. Are you that eager to be rid of me?" she asked.

At her back the television was covering a news story of an avorian male who had been identified as Adriaan Kavaki, arrested during a bust on an illegal street fighting event two nights ago. The man's identity had revealed his affiliation with the fabled Patronus order and bumped his story to front page news. From the news report, he was still in the hospital in critical condition.

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"There's a large population of people with my, and your, skincolor back where I'm from. Doesn't stop the lighter shades from resenting, even killing, us." Phinx said, "It's harsh, but the reality is that some motherfuckers just don't... embrace multiculturalism." The woman said, glancing up at the television behind Sonja.

"I know that name..." She said, gesturing up at the TV. "Why do I know that name?" She asked herself, "Sonja, can you excuse me for a second. I want to make a call." The Invictus leader told her friend.