The year is 3128 in the lands of Gaia. A massive continent devoured by war and destroyed by humanities greed. The ruling class govern all with an iron fist and a close eye. All technologies are monitored, all citizens tracked. You must pay your dues or face "indentured workforce relocation". The cities are the closest thing to safe. As long as you can deal with the thieves, secret police, or constant fear of being taken away. Massive black walls border each of the 20 massive cities, keeping the citizens, willing or not, locked away from the dangers of the wasteland. Sun scorched and full of horrors ranging from animals to those who managed to survive away from Avalon iron grip or kept hidden from them. Raiders are a constant threat for the few who are allowed out of the cities to scavenge. There are even whispers of a hidden city where a rebellion is being formed. 
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Lucky had never enjoyed coming out into the wastes as a child. The wind swept lands that surrounded every city. That was before he found his freedom. Now he lay prone on top of a ruined skyscraper. The harsh winds blowing his worn jacket as he sighted in his rifle. Massive black walls towered over City 13. His target for his next mission. A familiar longing called out to him as the last time he was here, it was when he fought against the very people he calls allies now. He began to whistle a tune unfamilar to most, a song from a game made centuries ago about a fat plumber that had to save princesses. A whisper of the past afforded to few in this new world.

"I said radio silence, Lucky, and stop that damn whistling." The gravelly voice of his mission commander breaking through his headset. With a small laugh he sat up some, resting his head in his hands. "Aye aye Capi, Location sighted and free to proceed. I'm coming down to Join up at the R.P" He anwswred in a song-songy voice before standing up completely with rifle in tow. His feet perched over the edge of the building, he secured His rifle before testing his belaying harness. One second, Two, then he jumped with his arms spread. "THIS IS WHAT I LIVE FOR" He yelled mostly to himself as the ground began to approach quickly before the harness began to slow his descent to death down.

With a practiced motion, he flipped his body and landed on his feet while simultaneously detaching the harness for future use if need be. Then the full out run through the ruined sections of the city. Jagged pieces of road twisted upward. Like massive hands seeking retribution or forgiveness. The buildings around him crumbling with every storm made it a dangerous place to be. The perfect place for a guy like him.

Within a quarter of an hour he was slowing down at the sight of his other comrades prepping for the long night ahead. His CO frowning at him with another lecture waiting on the tip of his tongue. With a dismissive wave Lucky lifted his mask and mumbled " Yay yay, dangerous, don't do it, silence, blah. Let's just get this shit started." He bounced slightly with giddiness like a child. His eyes being the only part of him that even remotely looked serious at the prospect of killing off several high value targets.