Ocano, labeled the new jewel as it sprung from the earth was once, less than four decades ago the most modern city in existence. But now decay creeps inwards from the edges towards the blackened core. Suburbs left to decay and vagrants, blocks half forgotten by all except those who call them their home. The air thick with the smell of fallen spender. It was become like every other city. I microcosm of the human condition. The huge imposing buildings of the corporations employees living their entire lives within their bright walls while outside the rest of humanity it arranged in a stark gradient from the wealthy in their walled compound to the poor to the shadows. It is in the blackened edge that Goric Marter makes his living, and one this particular day he was making it in a dark room, surrounded by men both bigger and better armed than him and yet they were all looking at him. "Don't worry." he said as the leader of the red star's pet cracked his knuckles. "This time next week you'll be swimming in red." His grin shone under the edge of shadow from his fedora the hint of a fang pressing into his lip "So long as all of you have the creds." "We have the money, but mark my words, you had better deliver." "Do you really think I want to see all of you at your throats again arguing over scraps, so keep your hair on." If only the night could have gone smoother.