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You are Nola Ferdis, a street runner in the Underhabs of Zone 34-12, property of Bolbo the Hutt, the local Spice Lord.
You wake in the alleyway, still under the warm neon glow of the scum-hive above you.
Rain patters down around you, forming spirals and ripples of pink and green in the water of the drainage ditch. This is as close to beautiful as Zone 34-12 gets.
The scent of scorched hair is strong in the air, and your limbs feel leaden and heavy.
The strange black cube lies on the ground before you, the destroyed hand scanner fizzling next to it in pink neon rain.
>What do you do
You are Nola Ferdis, a street runner in the Underhabs of Zone 34-12, property of Bolbo the Hutt, the local Spice Lord.
You wake in the alleyway, still under the warm neon glow of the scum-hive above you.
Rain patters down around you, forming spirals and ripples of pink and green in the water of the drainage ditch. This is as close to beautiful as Zone 34-12 gets.
The scent of scorched hair is strong in the air, and your limbs feel leaden and heavy.
The strange black cube lies on the ground before you, the destroyed hand scanner fizzling next to it in pink neon rain.
>What do you do