Zone C -- Megacity One

[Strazio Rockwell]

Strazio sat on a park bench and chewed on a granola bar that he had stolen from clowngirl’s pack. He thumbed at the collar around his neck. The silver-plated choker beeped every once and again. On the edge a red LED clock ticked down, a timer that would reset upon reaching a safehouse. Such an inconvenient ultimatum, and as much as he enjoyed the downtime he much rather preferred the pulse of combat. The Avatar finished his granola and tossed the wrapper aside. He stood and started down the park’s main path.

He had to admit, it was one helluva park. Giant oak trees provided ample sage over the gentle sloping path. Strazio passed by a tennis cage and then a miniature golf course, not that he knew what either of those were for. He speculated that the tennis cage was some sort of gladatorial arena, while the miniature golf course was some sort of miniature battlefield where generals played out mock wars. Strazio continued through the park. He passed by a playground and stopped to inspect the strange installation. It looked like some sort of obstacle course, but there was no clear start or end point. After a few minutes of curious exploration the prime decided it was best to continue on.

Once all of this was over, he thought, perhaps it was time to take a stroll through Coruscant and learn the ways of “modern” man. He stopped and chuckled at the thought. Even in his home universe he had shied away from cities. Not that his isolation was by choice, but rather the fact that magus were pariahs of the highest order, put to death on sight. And while this was most certainly not the case in Coruscant, the thought still rubbed him in a strange way.

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