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===Unknown Location===

'''March 25 of the year 323'''

'''Salamando's Day'''

Light cascaded along the dark and dirty cobblestone street,
illuminating from shaded and covered windows and the lanterns which lined
the streets. The deepest blue, in the highest of sky, mixed along the dark
of night, blending in with the royal blue, midnight black, and deep grey of
the quiet night sky, unlit by starlight, only lit by the light of the moon,
and inhabited by a clash of clouds. The air was still and cool, and
smelled moist, as if fresh rain were about to fall from the gathered clouds.
In the air it seemed electricity gathered and bunched together.

A glimmer wavered for a second in the shadows, fading quickly before second glance,
the city was quiet and still, but not completely. Again, a glimmer-shot in
the shadows, but this time in another bunched together bit. A large estate,
curtained by darkness almost completely accept the single bit of light that
shown out of one of the many windows. Out of the shadow her pale face
appeared, sickly white and covered with dirt marks, dark rings under her
swirling emerald eyes, a dirt caked dry gash cutting across her pale purple
lips down to her neck. A glimmer, her different toned silver hair, danced
down the length of her back to her waist, spreading and dancing like liquid
flames, some pieces dark, and some pieces light. She was adorned in a sleek
looking, shiny black leather cloak, various silver runes embroidered into
the back, her legs covered by pants made from leathery black scales, skin
tight, almost like a second skin, covering her pants up too her knees were
black leather boots. A black leather tube top covering her breasts, showed
off an awkwardly tech-looking tattoo, labled V-X1.

She looked beaten and bloody, her pale skin was badly bruised, it was amazing the woman was still
standing. Her body slightly lurched over, making her posture terrible, as
she began to stumble up the surprisingly clean cobblestone path that lead to
the house. As she reached the door her body slumped over and she hit the
cement steps, leading up to the door, her head hit the side of her arm
luckily, but mostly the rest of her body smacking against the floor, but her
hand managed to hit the door, making a large , loud sound.

All of a sudden, a light turned on in the inner hall behind the door, quiet clicking sounds
were heard as someone seemed to be unlocking the door. As the door opened,
light shot down on the form of her curled up, ravaged body. A
small young girl wearing a pair of large black glasses and a bunch of
technological gear stared down at the pained woman expressionlessly.

The woman crawled forward into the house and spoke softly as the young girl
closed the door, "Kaedah, I need..."

The girl nodded and retrieved a box filled with machinery and spoke in a very cold voice while turning on
her headset microphone, although her lips seemed not to move," Vixen X1, Ayla, Code ruptured, repair commencing."

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