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In the distant future, all the lands and oceans have been scorched by the third world war. Leaving most the earth as a barren wasteland, those with the money flew off into space, to live on other planets and space stations. While those of poor income or of wanted records were unable to go into space and were stuck to try and forge a life on earth, one such man who is considered the most wanted man in the world. Wanted for bringing down a Federation battle cruiser, the Federation is a massive military corporation who polices the Earth. While they call it policing, they act more like bullies towards civilians, because they have superior weapons and technology. The Federation is being very tight-lipped about the specifics of how a lone man brought down one of their most heavily armed and armored units, little bits of information has leaked out. One of which is a brilliant flash of light before the battle cruiser was torn out of the sky.A fully cloaked man is walking across the wind-torn plains, his cloak is being whipped about around him as he walks along. He looks up slightly, the hood from his cloak hid all of his face but his one eye and the area around it. Ahead he can see a small village, he continues walking until he gets to it. He stops near the edge of the town, seeing only a few villagers out and about right now. He then looks down towards the ground some, spotting tracks on the ground. 'Tank treads, the feds either are here or have been here recently.......either way they will be back.' He thinks to himself, before continuing forward. He looks around and heads off to what he assumes is the bar, he pushes the door open, standing at the doorway. Inside is only a few people, they look like regulars from how they are nursing the drinks that they have and flinch at the light that comes in through the door. He moves into the bar, letting the door close and filling the bar back up with the darkness it had before. Now the only light came from the dim lights hanging from the ceiling, he walks up to the bar and sits down on a stool, his face still mostly hidden underneath his hood. He looks at the young woman behind the bar, "Give me something to drink, anything is fine." He says in a low voice.
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Sure, I'll even throw some good in for ya, k? smile