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[color=96b3ff][h2][b]Tales From Landrunia: Ten Thousand Suns[/b][/h2][/color]
[i][sub][h3]For the glory of the Federation.[/h3][/sub][/i]
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[h3][b][color=silver]Davenrom | Saturday 15:29PM | Frost's Hideout[/color][/b][/h3]

In the metropolitan city, people were going about their typical day. Cars rolled down roads, federal cargo amp-ships pulled into the docks, and life on this piece of federal territory was perfectly normal for all upstanding citizens of the Galactic Federation of Landrunia.

All the upstanding ones, anyway...

A renegade android nested in an old warehouse, in a largely abandoned section of Davenrom, out to the southside of the heart of the city. The building was found off the main road of Abernathy Street, only a couple streets away from a waterway meant to redirect flood surge. The warehouse was once one of three locations for a large shopping center, Megaplex, to store inventory on a large scale. It was now, however, collecting dust in a forgotten side of the massive city; An old retail building, full of useless junk, perfect for an android outside the law such as herself. No one came to this part of the city anymore, no one had lived in the neighborhood for a few years now. It was essentially a ghost town of houses and dusty buildings, and would surely be repurposed for another shopping center any day now. The android, going by the name Frost these days, sat on the steps of a staircase going upwards. The top of the stairwell was essentially her home, as the ground was cluttered with high-stacked boxes of depreciated trinkets and other capitalist wastings only children and shallow teenagers might care for most. At the inner balcony of the warehouse's stairs, a large walkway from one wall to the other accompanied by old railing, was a makeshift living quarters with the most notable things being a single-person mattress next to a hammock nailed to the walls, a large, dusty table with wipe marks, a gun, and magazines as well as several loose sheets of paper with various things on them. This was where Frost and an absent partner in crime stayed most days as of late, neither of them were on the good side of the law- they were effectively criminals. The broken windows of the second floor where they stayed were covered with tarps to keep the breeze out. It was a dull and pitiful image, living in a graveyard of retail in a completely dead piece of the biggest city on the planet, with the most things to do you could ever imagine. This was Frost's life, and she was fine with it. The android was staring out an intact window to the horizon, clouds drifted forward along the desolate sky of the street as the day grew longer. Any other person in the galaxy in such a city would no doubt be seeing a movie with their friends or hanging out after school, not Frost though. Not Frost. Androids don't live with that kind of luxury, in Landrunia's politics, metal is just metal.

The galaxy was surely brimming with opportunity and time wasters for what could be everyone else in the federal territory, and yet she sat her furthest from it all. Not even two weeks ago, she and her illicit and ever trustworthy partner in crime, Vorra Mau, were nearly caught by federal agents in another heist over in another city. It was simple, sneak into a military base, steal a federal APC, stuff as many weapons into it as possibly, load it onto Vorra's ship before sunrise, and cart it off to Eyrkosh. It was an easy plan for plenty of cash to be made, but the feds changed their patrol schedule, so the two crime artists had to ditch the APC. They managed to keep an assault rifle, which was stuffed under Vorra's bed, but they didn't get the job done, so they didn't take a trip to Eyrkosh's black market, meaning they didn't get paid. The whole thing got on Frost's nerves, they weren't doing so great on cash at the moment, and Frost's bike was low on fuel; if they didn't catch a break soon, they'd be in bad shape. Where was she? A few days prior, Frost contacted Vorra just before she started crashing at the warehouse, she heard on her radio about a couple of downed ships from some starside pirates on a place called Formalis, Frost had never been to a planet like that but from what the pirates were saying, it was pretty chilly. It was just the kind of luck she needed to turn things around, so she got Vorra on the line and slipped her a couple hundred credits to scout things out since she was the one who could hop into space. When Vorra would get back to the hideout, she'd get another couple hundred for the info she could get. If it was anything good, Frost would try to jump down there with a crew to take what she could before the feds came in to reclaim their property. The only issue was she hadn't heard from Vorra in a while, not since yesterday morning. Frost shut the window and made her way over to the table and grabbed a radio transmitter, roughly the size of her hand, to try and get ahold of her partner on a low scale channel that feds wouldn't be on. Of course, anyone in the low 20s could hear her, but no one would be on them, more than likely, except those two who operated regularly on it.

[color=skyblue]"Vorra, it's me. You alive?"[/color] Frost's voice sounded like it was rather rough, coming through the radio, but in person it sounded like she was speaking through a radio anyway. The papers next to the radio looked to be a drawn out, half done strategy about how to tackle the operation, from loading tech to directions gathered from chatter.


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