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[h2][color=#FE2160]Nyt Årud[/color][/h2]
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[b][u]Location[/u][/b]: En route to Dock 32A.
[b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b]: [color=A280FF]Lisa[/color] and [color=00FF1E]Amado[/color] (NPC) - [@AbandonedIntel]
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	Nyt nervously chewed on her lower lip as she steered with one hand behind the wheel of her beloved Honda Civic affectionately named, [i]Crichton[/i].  In her other hand, she brought a trembled cup of coffee she grabbed on her way out the door to her mouth and she silently cursed when the hot espresso hit her chewed up lip.  [color=#FE2160][b]"Aw, ship,"[/b][/color] she said to herself, [color=#FE2160][b]"I should’ve just stayed home."[/b][/color].  She craved the comfort of her home on her parent’s ranch, with the packs of dogs waiting to be loved on by all sorts of people.  But her mother was right: she had a calling; she wasn’t a regular human trying to pay bills and co-exist with the rest of the population in a lull of quiet security.  She was Nyt Årud, beloved daughter of a former NASA employee and a mother who wanted to show her the world.  This was it.
	As she drove around the dark parking lot dimmed by the street lamps, she absorbed the last few seconds of what would be “normalcy” in her life.  No longer could she hide away in her room, binging on the Gilmore Girls or streaming endlessly through gifs of endearing animals.  She was here for herself, now, to make something of the powers that once scared her.  [color=#FE2160][b]"It’s all or nothing,"[/b][/color] she convinced herself and parked her car farthest away from the other cars.  She set up her windshield sunshades and cracked the windows one last time.  Keys in her left hand, she opened the car door and grabbed her coffee with her right hand as she exited.  She clicked the remote to open the trunk and before she pulled herself away, she looked into her car one last time: the most comfortable home she’s ever known and she was leaving it behind to her brother to pick up later that day.  [color=#FE2160][b]"I’m sorry, Crichton, but you’re safer here.  Be a good boy and let me know if Xavier drives you too fast."[/b][/color]
	After retrieving her items from the trunk of the car, she looked over at the lit up buildings and made a note of the signs that would lead her to Dock 32A.  Slowly, she began to make her way, hoping she wasn’t the first one among the team to show up.  She cupped her coffee in her hand almost as if she were afraid to lose that too, but the warmth of the tasty vanilla-sweet espresso soothed her.  She began to spot two lone figures on a dock far down the runway and she smiled.  She might have been utterly terrified, but under all that she was most of all excited.
	[color=#FE2160][b]"Excuse me,"[/b][/color] she called out to the woman and man talking among themselves.  [color=#FE2160][b]"Is this where ‘we’ gather?"[/b][/color]