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[b][color=Aquamarine]Midna: level 8[/color][/b] EXP: [color=Aquamarine]//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color](103/80)
[b][color=Aquamarine]Location:[/color][/b] Gutsford
[color=Aquamarine]Warp Charges:[/color] 0
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Virgin Victory teleport room
Top of the Split mountain
Outside the Convent of Our Lady of the Charred Visage
Tostarena Town
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Midna was having a somewhat frustrating day, as her attempt to turn up transport had come to naught. She’d harangued a whole host of folks, from truck drivers to various logistics and garage personnel, and it all turned up the same answer. There was just no kind of regular travel between this town and the city that they could, legally, make use of. She found this quite bizarre until she got a scant bit of info about how the ‘wastes’ were a dangerous place.

That somewhat explained it, as did the map she acquired, which was more of a pamphlet really that she ‘borrowed’ from the trade hub. Made for the workers there in, it mostly laid out the key logistics of the city that they were a cog in the machine of. Their main two tasks were transporting resources from a ‘Satisfactory’, and food from Meridian Farms, to the city, and so that, along with the transport routes across the winding and dangerous roads of the wastes, was what she now had a knowledge of.

That would be better than heading out into the wastes blind, but the problem of how they would actually make the journey still remained.

There where a whole host of very sub-optimal options that the princess could think of:

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[*] traveling back and forth 3 to 5 people at a time in the warthog
[*] getting into some big scraps to ‘harvest’ the necessary energy to open more twilight portals, and then putting one here and one in the city
[*] acquiring mopeds or bicycles and going it slow (but still far faster than walking)
[*] heading all the way back to home base to get more cars 
[*] bribing a bus or truck driver 
[*] stealing a bus or truck driver 
[*] sneaking in with some truck cargo
[*] just walking forever
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But as she sat on a rooftop and scribbled them down with a pencil she had also ‘borrowed’, the princess found she did not particularly like any of them, or at least not liking any of them over any of the others, when she heard the screeching of tyres and the yelling of panic. 

Upon hearing the commotion she folded down her map/notepad and took a look down into the street to watch as four rowdy young men went blazing across a pedestrian area, forcing people to duck and dodge out of their way, and then almost caused a crash of a school bus before racing away from the scene of their crime, leaving the shouts of detain and derision from their victims in their wake.

[color=Aquamarine]”What a load of jerks. Someone should really do something about that”[/color] the princess said to herself, acting the bystander, before flipping the map back up to return to her scheming.

For about 3 heart beats. 

Then she flipped it back down, her eyes widening just a little as she realized that [color=Aquamarine]”Wait… I could do something about it!”[/color] and flashing a spiky toothed grin before she put her map away, hopped into the closest shadow, and started shadowing the motorcycle gang to see if she could find their lair. If she did, well, then she could confront them and administer some good old fashioned vigilante justice.

Or considering she was royalty, it would, in her opinion, be entirely legitimate justice she’d be handing out. Specifically, she’d start off with a fine, which they could pay her back using their ever so disruptive two wheeled devices of terror that they had used to commit their crimes in the first place.