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tide's given the algorithms for a one handed energy blade which protrudes from his bracelet on command and was virtually weightless while far surpassing physical copies. When reporting for duty the next day at the gardens, having been assigned a room on the base levels with his taxes based on some form of leg collection rate with a turn in system for supplies depending on the number turned in over the minimum for monthly taxes.

"you the new kid?" a grizzled old sergal asks evenly, guarding the gate in a black uniform, other rather able looking sergals in similar pink uniforms to tide's standing in wait around the gate.