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[i]That Night, Somewhere in Tritech controlled territory[/i]

Ahhh the night life. How it is what it is.

This area of the city is known as Club Central. For a straight 10 kilometers along a street in the middle of the entertainment and shopping district of the largest city on the island. Ahhh you want the best fun, then you come here. Clubs, diners, restaurants, as far as the eye can see. Every night there are lines stretching from the doors of the clubs. Bouncers checking their checklists, Tritech security, decked out in the top of the line gear, these men bringing happiness and safety to the people who come to party. Every single one of them know just how lucky they are to be here rather then in the realms of the Toxins or the Chimera. here they have shelter that isn't fit to be condemned. Food and clean water. Power and heat in their houses. Just need to owe their lives to the man at the top of the chain. And through him the men and women who run his empire.

It's on the block that's almost completely taken up by a building known as the Chance Arcology that we find ourselves. Home of the Lucky Chance Club and Entertainment center, as well as the Rollins Technological Academy and Labs. Second only to Adon Industries and A-Adon Incorporated. It's here that people are lining up to try and get into the Lucky Chance, and perhaps catch the eye of the Rollins family. Everyone knows that if Chance Sr. isn't in. Then his son the infamous wunderkind Chance Jr. will be. And when either or both of them are in attendance it can only be a party in the making.

As the line slowly makes it's way forward. A classic hover car drifts by. The license plate reading, "TkeAChnce". More then a few people know what this means. So it's not entirely a surprised as the line presses to the side of the building as a group of seven people walk by on the other side of the velvet rope. Nicky Sins, Victor "Vickie" Murns, Oswald Mornhold, three of the youngest and brightest minds in the Rollins Academy. Benji Tombs and "Sexy" Sid Forin, a little older then the rest, but still young in heart, members of the Advance Technology Division within the Rollins Labs. Timmy Tombs, the Robotics wunderkind, who came up with the basis for a mobile Gauss cannon platform. Each of them are a name onto themselves. Each of them dressed to the nines. Suits, gleaming leather, glittering gold, silver and chrome in the form of rings, necklaces and other bling. The six cluster around the seventh member of the group. Black and Silver pinstripe suit, silver and black fedora, glittering platinum watch and gleaming patent leather dress shoes. The line erupts as Chance stops to help one of his crew correct his suit lapel. After the lapel is fixed the other six take a moment to correct their own suits.

It's like watching a music video, just without the music and effects. Tritech Legends in the flesh. At the club! As Chance and his posse arrive at the head of the line. He takes off his fedora flashing the bouncer his premium membership talisman hidden inside it. Not because his father owned the place, but because he earned it through his own sweat and keen savvy. He tucks the hat back on his head. The bouncer opening the velvet rope for the seven. Rumbling out a low silk like, "Mr. Rollins, sir. Your father won't be in until much later. Your booth is ready though." Chance nods, "Thanks Billy." He looks into the group of people lined up all of them trying to get his attention. A dusky skinned woman about seven spaces back catching his eye, he leans over and whispers to Billy the Bouncer, "The dusky skinned one back there. Let her through in 5 minutes. ahead of the rest. On me, ask Jes to send her up to VIP for me would you?" Billy looked over Chance's shoulder then nods, "You got it sir. Have a good night now." Chance chuckles, "Oh I intend too. Come on." He waves his six crew members along with him and into the club.

It's interesting being brought up under the wing of a dragon is the saying. It's warmer then you think. But when the dragonling makes a name for himself then the dragon can only smile. And the Master above them all can only grin and watch. Waiting for great things indeed.