Briss, Vegas, where the Southland shines, a bright, if tacky spark of light amidst the chaos of rack and ruin that make up the irradiated ruins of these new South Queenslands.

The Dragon Friends have spent but minutes in the city's prestigious haystack casino, but have already made the most of their meager time time there, sampling the casinos tables, cocktails,

losing six million credits

and an arguably misguided flutter on the roulette wheel.

It's been a mixed bag.

Now the city was shined so brightly on the rich and fortunate

has turned on you, the four of you.

Frizo, Bobby Filge, Baston, Dobson, Bugnut. You have been placed in a secure holding cell

far from the eyes of the Ritzie clientele. The robot, Meg Ryan, your companion and guide here,

has been confiscated and returned to her rightful post at the slucing gates. Now those same

sluicing gates may yet be your fate. This city has an

unfortunate tendency to jettison its destitute to the slavers at the walls like so much flotsam.

You've seen the spectacle from the other side. Now penniless yourselves and with the skyway lounge,

almost in reach, it is a fate you would rather avoid.

This is a small cell.

There is a seat along the wall.

There are electric bars, a sort of holographic but also telekind bars that are keeping you in the room.

And there is no one else as yet present.

Do I still have my Uzi? I'm just checking. No, they confiscated. It's a good question. It's a fair question. It's the first thing they asked, actually. Did they confiscate my rake? Do you want to actually, should we just quickly see the scene when you guys were like put in? Should you do that? We never done a flashback before.

Okay, yeah, it's a flashback.

Oh, sick.

All right, well, everybody's here, and that's nice.

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