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The Multiverse

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ImageDistrict five does not enjoy the prime frills and law enforcement that comes with being closer to the city, or not being infested with scythian illegals.

Although a relatively new part of Asteria, The Downs suffers a constant stream of deportees and new illegals getting smuggled in though criminal channels. A few enterprising dealers sell 'budget' work visas on the street corners, some organize public cockfights with a variety of exotic animals, others run a grueling street race scene.

The Downs enjoys an alarming amount of criminal activity during the night, the locals do not store vehicles on the streets, everyone has locks and practice their civilian right to keep firearms.

That however does not effect the day life of the district. The Downs offers numerous markets that sell all kinds of trinkets, meats and gadgets. Also adding to its attractions is a dingy entrance to a popular bar where a simple sign reading 'Gambit's Bar' hangs over the door frame. Due to its extraplanar nature, the interior of the bar is much larger and well furnished than the exterior would have suggested. This was just one of many entrances all across the Multiverse that provided passage to the notorious establishment.

Everyone is welcome in The Downs. Tourists should expect to lose their goods however...
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The Downs

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The Downs is a part of Asteria City.

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Huda Abu-Orabi [7] The first time spaceport security gave her a hard time flying after the academy, she had to admit, it felt pretty fucking awesome to flash her creds and watch the racist bigot's jaw drop.
Alibi [7] "Go to Vesh, come out of Vesh, get money. It simple, human."
Sister Ovus [1] An assassin and high-ranking underboss in the Church of Crime.

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It was light, and the Downs was brimming with activity. A pack of scythians kicked around a grubby looking ball, while others worked the stalls, slamming down cleavers onto meat and peddling trinkets and gadgets, while some of the other less legally inclined merchants palmed off all manner of illegal imports and some nasty looking hardware.

"Vudan, deal me vuurki." Alibi spat, shuffling though his paper money in his second set of hands.
"Fiok stick." The trader spat, pulling a string of aquatic looking meat skewered by a metal fork.
"Fine." Alibi replied, taking the skewer and trading it for a few notes.

Alibi turned around, stuffing his tentacled mouth full of the meat to admire the sight of the Downs as it were, bustling with illegals, full of crime and an overwhelming noise of... busy. It was a great feeling to be among his people again after another boring month of prison life.

There was even a pit fight going on in the middle of the marketplace, two native animals of Terra versus something else... Alibi wasn't sure what it was, but it fought viciously. The betters were the loudest contributors of the noises in the Downs, screams and shouts, arguments and O's of amazement.

Alibi couldn't smile, but he would if he could.

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The 'something else' belonged to a brute of a centaur who was shifting and stamping his hooves in excitement at the brutality of the sport. His muscled arms and chest both bore a patchwork of scars, and his left eye was milky white from an old rend that had been cut across his face. The beast of a man had clearly seen as much of battle as that of his unfortunate pets.

In this instance he had fielded a reptilian beast that he just called 'Razor'. It had cost him a small fortune to get it imported from off planet, but the bipedal reptile was a force to contend with in the pits. It wasn't particularly large, standing at about four feet in height, but scythe like claws and a barbed tail left it a formidable threat for the craighounds brought in from northern aslund. Unlike the reptile, the hounds appeared to be veterans of the pits with muscled and scarred forms to speak of their numerous battles.

Money was on the line and the heated fervor of the crowd rose to a dull roar as first blood was spilled. It was brutality at its finest. The excitement reached a crescendo as the craighounds managed to coordinate a take-down of the reptile, and powerful jaws tore at its exposed underside. For a time anyways it seemed as if they had the upper hand, but a whip of its scythed tail split one of the hounds open from abdomen to chest to leave it spasming on the ground as the dirt grew muddied with the blood and disemboweled entrails of the dying animal.

There was an audible shift in the crowd as it seemed they had been favoring the underdogs, and some groans of discontentment were heard as the reptile managed to right itself. It was limping, but the remaining craighound was on the defensive now as it circled the reptile.

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The jostling crowd wasn't easy to navigate, but it was made substantially easier if you were carrying a significant number of sharp objects visibly on your person. Lyris shoved her way through the spectators of the pit-fighting with a grimace, trying to ignore the brutality of the display. For a slight young woman, she displayed surprising strength in budging the more stubborn or large of the onlookers.

She supposed this was the sort of thing she'd have to get used to if she was going to make any money in this city. Hired muscle seldom made much money in the clean, morally upstanding and law-abiding areas of a town.

Her pathway through the crowd was cut short, however, when she encountered an unexpected horse flank. "Seriously? Someone brought a horse here?" she muttered largely to herself, turning to try and find the owner of the animal and a route around, only to discover that nobody had, in fact, brought a horse here.

"Oh, sorry." she said to the back of the centaur's head, "Probably a good thing you can't hear me over this crowd, right? Or you might have been offended."

She grinned, largely to herself. "Faux pas's...s...s - god, that's a mouthful - gotta hate 'em."

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"Violah. Terakus shithead! Dinos money!" One of the betters screeched at the centuar, bringing up all four hands to give the scarred horseman a view of four long middle fingers. The craighounds had been great money winners, they'd brought in the cash when nothing else was winning in the pit, especially up against anything the Shintenchi crowd brought in.

Alibi walked himself up to the crowd, pushing and sliding his way though the onlookers. The horse was a peculiar sight, maybe he could steal it and make some money off Sashimi and his stall, horse was a rare sight in the Downs, and his kin would eat just about anything.

When he found his way though the crowd, stopping just behind Lyris he also saw that it wasn't a horse. That plan went out the window. Scythians wouldn't eat sentients, that was a standards thing. There was another way to make money though...

Alibi leaned forward and tapped Lyris on the shoulder. "How much for me to keep my mouth shut, Terakus? Other Terakus might angry if he know."

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Unfortunately it would seem the centaur had already heard well enough. He threw a one eyed glower over his shoulder at the pair of them with a loud snort not too dissimilar to that of a bull.

"Best watch yourself, girl," he growled at her.

He turned his attentions back down to the pits where the reptile had the craighound had its jaws locked around the reptiles throat, but the reptile was using its own weight to pin the hound to the ground where it was at the mercy of those scythe like arms. A few minutes more and the fight was over.

Several scythians were moving in to drive the reptile back into its crate with poled weapons capable of delivering a debilitating electrical shock.

The centaur gave a shout to the scythian who had yelled at him earlier. "Hey skid, better luck next time, eh?" he barked back at the scythian with a laugh.

Those craighounds had been proven champions and saying they were valuable was putting it lightly. More than a few of the regulars had bet highly on them.

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"How much?" Lyris turned to give the significantly-larger-than-her creature a glare, "Are you asking how many teeth... or... tentacles... or...." she trailed off. "Damn it, that was going to be badass, but then you had to go and not have easily identifiable teeth. I was going to say 'are you asking how many teeth I need to knock out for you to keep your mouth shut? Because I think you're going to have to be the one to tell me'. But then you didn't have teeth, so you ruined it."

At that point, though, she realised that the centaur had already turned around. She glanced his way and offered a goofy grin that could have possibly been interpreted as something approaching apologetic. Maybe.

The blue-haired silvis gave a sigh of exasperation, looking back at Alibi. "Way to go, asshole. Wasn't even a good extortion attempt, he didn't care. Also, not racist. Like, I wouldn't care if you had tentacle thingies under normal circumstances, except when my line requires you to have teeth to make sense. So it's not racist."

There was a pause.

"I have friends with tentacle thingies."

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The betting scythian eyed the centaur, raising two fingers to its eyes and making a throat slitting gesture. "You fool. I win next fight, kill lizard." The better made a disgusted noise, throwing a stack into a bowl sitting on a stack of cargo crates next to the makeshift pit and pushing his way out of the crowd.

"Terakus for sure, you act like it." Alibi chortled out a rattling laugh, as a few dozen set of eyes in the crowd turned to the face the blue-haired silvis. "You watch word here, other get baruk. You want keep shoes, you be careful in the Downs. Terakus for sure, for sure."

One of the runners of the pit saddled up to the centaur, backed by two threatening looking thugs. "That good show, make a lot of cleanup time. House rule change, bring creature overweight, kill two best dog. Is... Zuk for business." The runner swiped up the winnings and held it out, but would bring it back towards his chest if the centaur made a grab for it.

Alibi eyed Lyris. "Why here?"

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Rhea exited one of the local establishments after her meeting with Meghan and she headed back towards Azure Heights. She checked her watch as she went, noting she had a half hour yet before she needed to be over in New Caprica to meet with a Malcolm Gregory.

The woman didn't much look the part of the regulars that frequented the Downs, with her clean suit, briefcase, and well groomed appearance, but neither did she seem lost. For those following recent politics, one might have recognized her as one of the candidates running for Prime Minister of the TNG. What she was doing here in the Downs was perhaps a curiosity to some, but then again most of the people slumming in the Downs likely didn't care one way or the other on matters of politics and payed the woman no mind as she left.

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"We're here!" A man shoted from the driver seat of delivery van, his vehicle was just one of many like it a convoy making it's way into The Downs. One could only imagine what kind of illegal things were on the trucks and vans. Weapons, drugs, immigrant, criminals. They had it all and some of it was for sell.

The shadier characters were starting pour out now that the sun was setting on the city, some hoping to get what they can through force, haggling, or theft. The drivers opened up the backs to their respective vans and trucks, people ouring of them onto the streets.

Gangsters from the Hammer & Star Bratva, all of them leaving the area to start making themselves at home in the area. They had arrived with what possibly cruel intentions.

The stand-out of the new influx of resident's was the redheaded woman and several other people dressed in crimson and black cloaks. They seemed like priests, or members of a clergy. Which they were, in their own way.

The group of religious-minded people were completely silent, the redhead throwing up her hood as she lead the group towards the more civilized side of the city. The side where the weaklings were.

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It had to be a Monday night. Great. She hadn't wanted any calls from the field office at all, let alone this one, but Huda Abu-Orabi had to deal with what she got, and this particular Monday, what she'd gotten was a call for four bodies found within less than a two block radius of each other. And as if that wasn't bad enough, the responsible parties had taken great care to leave each body along the banks of one of the waste-filled canals dividing Asteria into smaller districts and neighborhoods -- this particular canal snaking its way through the Downs.

Huda gritted her teeth and stamped her feet against the ground littered with slowly decomposing rubbish from the slums looming dangerously over the thoroughly polluted canal. She glanced at her phone, the device nearly slipping from her moist, clammy palm. Yellow lights flicked on in some of the windows -- many of them missing screens or blinds or both -- before flickering out. It was already eight in the evening, close to dusk, and the humidity was stifling. Huda looked back at the mangled body hanging by the ankles over the pedestrian walkway, the last of the four waiting to be taken down, and forcibly swallowed the bile rising in her throat.

"Pretty gruesome, huh?" The crime scene technician with the messy purple hair winked.

Huda gave him a disgusted look. "Shut up."

The Avorian's wings had been sawed off in what appeared to have been hacking motions. Her blood coated the rest of her body, though it had already dried. Huda hated summer in Asteria. Fucking heat only made the humidity ten times worse than it already was. She coughed, and brought her hand to her mouth and nose again. "Can we please hurry this up? We're done with the fucking photographs. How long does it take you people to get a fucking van already?" Huda looked over her shoulder, the cloth of her hijab all but soaked wherever it made contact with her skin.

And where the fuck was her new partner. Hell if Huda was going to miss Monday night primetime by herself.

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Rohit Nayyar was shrugging his coat on as he jogged his way towards Huda, and he looked to be in a bit of disarray. He had received the call when he was halfway across the city, and traffic was murder trying to get here. Showing up late wasn't the best first impression he could have made with his new partner he noted with a grimace as he reached Huda.

"Agent Abu-Orabi?" he asked, seemingly unsure if he had the right person.

He offered a hand to her, before taking note of the gruesome display. The stench hit him next as bile rose in his throat, and he withdraw his hand. Exchanging casual formalities seemed suddenly less than appropriate.

"I ahh... what do we have so far?" he asked.

Rohit had immigrated to the TNG with the rest of his family nearly six years ago, but the remnants of his Volarian accent were still prevalent. Though with the high concentration of Shintenchi immigrants who made their home within Asteria City, he blended well enough.

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"Four victims, that's what we've got. Dispatch didn't tell you?" Huda looked less than impressed. She straightened her shirt collar, annoyed that she'd have to do laundry on a shirt she'd worn for less than a full workday. Huda looked Rohit up and down with appraising eyes, though it was unclear what she was looking for precisely. "They're going to take them all back to the morque, and we can start canvassing the area for witnesses."

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Rohit grimaced. "Witnesses in the Downs?" he asked. "We might as well ask the blind if they saw anything. I suppose it's going to be a long night."

The people who lived in the Downs weren't exactly known for their cooperative nature. Maybe they would get fortunate and happen upon a wayward tourist who had been in the area. The odds of the locals talking were slim at best.

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Huda scowled. "Yeah. Witnesses. They had to have taught you how to talk to people in the Academy, didn't they?" At least, they had to have attempted. "Come on, I'll show you where I left statement paper. Please tell me you didn't just come straight from the office." Secretly, though, she hoped he had. It would mean Huda wasn't the only overworked agent in Asteria.

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"Actually I-" he ran a hand through his hair and frowned. "Ah... never mind. I guess we should get started then," he remarked as he followed after Huda. "Are the other three as bad as this one?" he asked.

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"Unfortunately for all of our stomachs, yep," Huda replied, digging in her heels with each step down the muddied embankments. Even twenty feet away, as the techs began the slow process of cutting the binds holding the corpse aloft, the stench of her decomposition barely diminished. "Don't speak so loudly -- " she gave a quick head motion toward a handful of onlookers just beyond the perimeter, craning their necks and steadying their cameras. " -- I'll show you the photos when we get to the car. I parked on the other side of that shithole." Huda nodded at the dilapidated warehouse saddled between shabby high-rises where the residents were doing their best not to look out the windows.

For the high level of police presence in the area, the convergence of NPA personnel around this particular parcel of land -- if you could in fact call it that -- was still somewhat of an abnormality.