''I fear no change because it brings development or at least something you either gain or lose.'' _Nero Adams.
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While everyone was preparing for the incoming interclass competition, Barak was doing the same. Right now, he was on a mission outside—a clean-up mission, the kind that was beneath his station but necessary for his record. It was meant to be simple, straightforward, a way to earn credits and maintain his standing. But nothing was simple anymore.
Located westward of the capital was a city without nothing exceptional to boast about if not for its high criminal rating. It was the kind of place that had been forgotten by the empire, left to rot at the edges of civilization. The buildings were old, their facades cracked and stained by years of neglect. The streets were narrow, winding, choked with the detritus of a population that had given up on hope. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and something sour, something that clung to the lungs and refused to leave.
