What comes next [Completed]

[Yukki Kazuto]

It was a warm afternoon. I sat on one of the many park benches around Costa de Sol. It had been a few days since I ended my experience with the coin, and was sent back to Costa de Sol by the ghost pirate that I never caught the name of. I had been staying in a hotel for the past few days, the ability to create the currency used in Costa de Sol had proved remarkably helpful.


Though, I had since learned my lesson about summoning things in public view. Many people had seen me summoning items, and began to harass me about being a prime. Some shopkeepers began to refuse to see me, under the assumption that a prime could do no good for them. Other shopkeepers called the idiots for turning down perfectly good currency, as the currency they had was just a special form of omnillium anyway.


I wandered the streets often, whether it was to become more familiar with Costa de Sol, to find food and drink, or just to spend time doing something. Something I thought about often was “What do I do next?” I decided that I wanted to stay in the Vasty Deep. I had talked to members of the Imperial Navy, and they had told me that I would have to do the same work and take the same orders as any other new member of the Navy, just like any secondary would, and I couldn’t see myself doing that.


I thought of something, an idea that I hadn’t had before. It came to me when I was talking to one of the shopkeepers who actually would talk to me reasonably. He told me that someone had broken into his store a few days prior, and had stolen some important items from him. He said that he couldn’t find anyone who would help him, and that the police had tried with no luck, although he believed that they hadn’t truly cared about his store in the first place.


This led to give me my idea. Perhaps I could create a group of mercenaries, both primes and secondaries who were willing to come together under one banner to take on jobs throughout all the verses, headquartered on an island somewhere in the Vasty Deep. I thought about the idea for a few days, and decided that, if I was going to do it, then I was going to need support. I pulled out my smartphone, and registered a domain on the dataverse. I set up the page to what I wanted it to be, and began my attempt to see if anyone would join me.


I also mentioned the idea around to a few capable secondary warriors that I had met, and while most seemed uninterested, a few were willing to prove themselves. I spent some time trying to find some work for us so that we could begin to build a name for ourselves. The only person interested was the shopkeeper who had his shop broken into in the days before. I decided to personally take on this job, and began hunting down the figure myself.

[Yukki Kazuto]

I started with asking the shopkeeper what he knew about the figure, and if there was anybody that he knew had a motive for sealing the items. He revealed to me what the items were in the first place: A handful of flashbang grenades, and a sword that the shopkeeper had created himself. He deemed it his masterpiece, the most proud moment of his life in the Omniverse. Not that he had known a life before the Omniverse that is.


He told me what information he knew about the figure that had broken into his shop. He said “It was in the middle of the night, and I heard a sound like a window breaking in my sleep. I live above the shop after all. When I came downstairs, I saw a figure breaking into my sword case. When I called out for them to stop, they turned towards me in a moment of panic. It was dark, and I couldn’t see their face clearly. All I saw was their unusually pale skin and that their hair was a brown color.” He rested his face in his hands, and began lightly sobbing.


He looked back up at me, his eyes slightly red, his face in a pleading expression. “Please, you have to get it back for me!” I reaffirmed him that I would find his missing items, and began my search as he went upstairs to his apartment above the store. I looked around the glass case that the sword had been in, and couldn’t find anything that could help me. I noticed that it looked as if the glass hadn’t been touched except to open it, and that instead the lock had been picked. It seemed as though the break in had been made possible with the use of a simple bump key, as the only mark on it was a slight dent on the face.


Moving to the window, It seemed as though it had been broken by having a rock thrown through it, and then the person punched or kicked the broken glass to make a hole big enough for them to get through. The hole wasn’t that large, only about four and a half feet in height, meaning that whoever broke in was most likely a child, or a really small human. That, or someone who could shrink.


Leaving the town, I began asking people around the street if they knew anything about the break in. Most people said they knew nothing about it, and continued on their way. I didn’t try to stop them. After all, I didn’t expect anyone to actually know anything, and if they did, I didn’t expect them to just tell some random guy that stopped them on the street. Ah, the difficulties of not being known at all and having no people to contact.  


After an hour and a half of asking people on the street if they knew anything, I was beginning to have people tell me before I said a word to them that they didn’t know anything. Apparently word had spread quickly that there was someone asking people about the break in on this particular street. Realizing that I was getting nowhere, I began to think of another way to get the information that I wanted. Racking my brains a bit, a few ideas came to mind.


After mentally debating the ideas, I came to a solid conclusion: The police could not help me. Not only would they most likely refuse to help me, they would probably lock me up for trying to be a vigilante, even though that’s not technically what I’m doing. Even on the off chance that they would help me, without the whole locking me up for being a vigilante thing, they would almost certainly take all the credit for the work and results of hunting this person down and finding them.


No, my best chance was to start asking around in bars and pubs. People will talk about a lot of things while under the influence, and bartender’s ears are always open. Sure, I already decided that the person was of a smaller size, but if they were working with someone else, then maybe that person would have accidently spilled something that would help me in my search. Whether it be a name, location, or some other piece of information that would be of some benefit.


This is one of the few situations that Costa de Sol’s economy being so heavily tourist dependant actually helped me out. Heading back towards the center of the town, I began looking out for a tour guide. If anyone knew where the bars were in this place it would be one of them.


It wasn’t easy trying to get through the city, as I still wasn’t entirely aware of my surroundings and how they worked with each other.  I’d only been in Costa de Sol about a week now, and I was only just beginning to feel confident walking without checking a map every few seconds. After a few minutes of wandering, and a wrong turn or two, I found my way to a man offering tours.


He seemed disappointed that I wasn’t willing to pay for a full tour, but was happy to tell me where the bars were once I gave him some of the money I had summoned a few days earlier. He even gave me another map of Costa de Sol that had all of the bars in Costa de Sol marked, along with other key locations, such as the party district, monuments, and the docks.


I thanked him for his time, and wished him well in his future endeavors as a tour guide. Taking another look at the map, I was slightly frightened by the sheer amount of red circles on the map, all representing a location that someone may or may not know some kind of information about someone who may or may not be the person I’m actually looking for.


Yeah… This was going to take a long time...

[Yukki Kazuto]

I walked out of the bar, my head hung low. I pulled out my map, and marked another X in a circle, before walking down the street to the next one. I was beginning to get used to the sound of failure. Nobody seemed to know anything about anyone that was unusually pale for the area, and nobody had spilled any details about planning the robbery of a store. I had been trying for a few hours now, and it was around the time that bars were beginning to close.


I checked my dataverse website, although I hadn’t received any notifications, and was disappointed that nobody had responded. No members showing interest in a group was bad for the future of that group, and this job would be so much easier if I could do a job for someone who knew some information.


I swallowed my unhappiness, and walked into the next bar. By this point I had a routine down. Walk in as if I had no purpose for being there other than to get a drink. Sit at the bar far enough from the bartender that it didn’t make it obvious they were the reason I was there, but also not far enough that I gave the impression that I didn’t want to talk to people. Straight face, no emotion.


I sat down at the bar, and the girl who was behind the counter came over to me. “What can I get you to drink?” She had a very professional tone, and I knew that my usual trick of charming the girl behind the bar wouldn’t work, and neither would a bribe get the information out of her. She was the perfect type of person to pick up the info I needed though, quiet, blends into the background, but is attentive to the things people say.


“Jack and ginger, no ice.” It was my drink of choice, but I wasn’t going to be drinking any tonight. Never drink on the job, it was bad for your overall performance. I went through the list of interrogation methods that Mey had taught me during my training. I couldn’t use any forceful ones, no, I’d have to get her to willingly give me the information.


She handed me the drink. “It’s almost about closing time. You sure you want to stick around for that drink?” I faked taking a sip of the drink, to look up and see her eyes on me.


I decided to try being forward with her. For all I knew, she was a very open person. “Hey, have you seen any unusually pale people come through here?” She rested her chin in her hand before answering me.


“No, not really. Everyone has some kind of tan if you live here long enough.” She pulled out a rag and began wiping out a glass she found on the counter.


I faked another sip. “Have you heard anything about the robbery that took place a few days ago?” She continued wiping the cup without missing a beat.


“No.” I smiled internally. I had found someone who knew something. I noticed that her speech pattern changed. She had gone from long answers and detailed explanations to a short, single word answer. The reason? People don’t like to lie for long. You subconsciously feel that the longer you say a lie, the easier it will be for you to get caught in the lie. Usually it’s the opposite.


I placed my drink back on the bar. “Are you sure? I heard some people talking about a guy coming through here talking about it.” A complete lie, but she didn’t know that. She stopped cleaning the cup and turned to face me.


“Why do you want to know so bad? You a cop or something?” I gave her a reassuring smile to try to set her at ease.


“Relax, I’m not a cop. I’m just trying to help a man recover what belonged to him. If you know something, I would greatly appreciate the information.”


She looked off to her left side. “Well, there was this one guy. He came in two days ago, and ordered a few drinks. He seemed to be super happy about something, saying that ‘It had gone perfectly’ and ‘She’s a natural at it’. He seemed to be celebrating something, but he never said what, and I never asked.”


I sat up straight on the stool. “Do you remember what he looked like by any chance?” I let a hint of panic slip through my voice, to give her the impression that it was extremely important.


Her eyebrows scrunched together. “Yeah, he wore a suit and tie for some reason. Seemed kind of out of place in Costa de Sol. Had kind of shaggy brown hair. Brown eyes to. Light skin, but not extremely pale.” She thought for a moment longer, as I anxiously waited for her to say something else. “Come to think of it, he had a girl with him as well, but she didn’t drink anything, and never spoke.”


I smiled. “Miss, do you have a name?”


She smiled “Jennifer”


“Jennifer” I said. “Let’s trade contact details. If I ever need to know something that’s going on, or if you ever need something done, we call each other. You’ve been a great help to me.” We exchanged contact info in our phones, and I headed out of the bar and to a park. Jennifer didn't notice the small pile of money I left on the table for a few moments, but when she did, quickly picked it up and pocketed it.

I sat down on a bench, realizing something that I had never even considered as a possibility. Reuben and Scarlet were in Costa de Sol. Reuben and Scarlet had pulled off something. Scarlet had been a natural at it. Scarlet had long brown hair and really pale skin, and was small enough to fit through the hole. Reuben had always been a melee expert, and would benefit greatly from a sword of such quality as the one stolen, and flashbangs are always useful for dealing with police.

My hands flew to my head. I was hunting Scarlet.

[Cupa]

Leaving Coruscant, I decided to try my luck at exploring another verse. I had learned that each of the major verses could be accessed from the nexus, and that the nexus was a sort of hub of transport for everyone in the Omniverse. Heading out of the Coruscant gate, I turned to the right, and traversed towards that gate.


After that walk, which took longer than I thought it would but not as long as my original walk to Coruscant, I found myself standing in front of a gate with no guards in front of it. If my research was correct, this was a gate into the Deep, a verse made up of mostly ocean with a few major islands. I had been told there was a large Empire presence, both in the police force and in the Imperial Navy. I had also been told that it was the most beautiful of all the verses in the Omniverse.


I walked through the gate, and found myself having to go through another set of customs in order to get into Costa de Sol, the main city in the Deep. I began wandering through the town, and eventually picked up a tour guide at some point. I was shown many different monuments, as well as beautiful parks, a street that had a parade going in it of some kind, a gorgeous sandy beach, all in the warm sunny air that smelled of the sea.


I bumped into a little girl at some point in my tour, and I caught a glimpse of her face. She had long, shoulder length brown hair, and was paler than the rest of the people around us. She glanced up at me with a stone cold emotion, and brushed past me without saying a word. I had a moment where I considered saying something to her, but by the time I thought to say it, she had disappeared into the crowd around us.


I continued on with my tour, looking at different monuments and other various gorgeous parts of Costa de Sol, of which there are many. I couldn’t even begin to describe all the different things I saw in my brief tour, and I was told that there were many more, even larger and more breathtaking than what I had already seen. I finally finished it around the same area that I had started it, sort of close to the entrance to the city. I decided to explore more myself, and went to a park that I had wanted to see more of.


I sat down on a bench, and listened to the sound of the birds in the trees, felt the wind blow through my hair, and felt the sun’s warming rays on my face. This was a great place to be, why would I go anywhere else? I could spend the rest of my time sitting on this bench. At least until night that is. I’m sure at night it got fairly chilly, and would no longer be quite as pleasant to sit in as the day time.


I was in the process of dozing off to sleep when I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see someone standing in front of me. He was A few inches taller than me, and had a smile on his face. He had ghostly pale skin, brown eyes, and short black hair. He wore a white t-shirt and black cargo shorts, with a gun holster on his right hip, complete with a small black firearm.


I smiled back at him out of instinct. “Can I help you with something?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture. He handed it to me.


“Yes actually. Have you seen this girl anywhere?” I looked at the picture. It struck me as familiar, but I couldn’t place my finger on where I had seen her before.


I handed the picture back to him. “I think so, but I don’t remember where from. I’m sorry.” He placed the picture back in his pocket. “Do you mind if I ask why you’re looking for her?” He frowned a little.


“I think she was involved in a robbery, but I’m not sure. We used to be in a group, but I kind of abandoned her and left to the Dunes.” He sighed. “I’m trying to find her and see if she did break in, and if she still has the items.” He smiled at me again. “Well, thanks for your time. I’ll leave you to it.” He started to turn away from me.


Before he could step away, I grabbed his wrist. He looked back, and I made room on the bench for him to sit next to me. “Please, tell me more about what’s happened to you. I don’t know much about the Omniverse or the people in it. If you could tell me more, I’d greatly appreciate it.” He seemed to start to pull away, before stopping, and sitting down next to me.


“What would you like to know?” He smiled at me, inviting questions.


A large amount of questions later, and at least an hour and a half, and I had learned mostly everything about his life in the Omniverse, from his arrival at the fountain, to exploring Coruscant’s underbelly, to fighting a cursed coin (long story), to helping with people’s problems, which is how he started investigating this girl that he used to be with. I learned that his name was Yukki, and the girl he was hunting was named Scarlet.


“So, tell me more about Scarlet.” I found him extremely friendly, and he seemed to be happy to answer my questions.


“Well, I met her on tier five of coruscant. It was a horrible place, completely corrupt with crime. Everyone there seemed to either be focused on destroying the Empire or killing everyone around them. My friend and I, Reuben, got in a scuffle with a few gang members, who Reuben ended up killing. Scarlet broke into a warehouse we were asleep in, stole my gun from me, and almost killed Reuben with it. I calmed her down, and we began talking. Well, kind of.” He seemed to fade out after that.


I pressed him for more information. “What do you mean, ‘Kind of’?”He sighed.


“Scarlet’s a mute. She can’t talk, and we don’t know why.” My face when cold. Oh my lord… I know where I’ve seen her before.


“I know where I’ve seen her before!” I exclaimed loudly, certainly drawing a few eyes from around us. “Do you have a map?” He said he did, and pulled out one littered with red circles and Xs. I pointed to the street I was on when I saw her. “She was here, heading this way. You should probably get going if you’re going to find her.” He thanked me, and quickly headed towards where she was last seen.

I laid back on the bench. He had been so kind, I was curious what was going to happen to him. I decided not to worry about it. If I was to know, then we would meet again one day. I went to a hotel and paid for a room for the night. I would decide where I went in the morning. Perhaps I would join a rebel group in the lower tiers of Coruscant. That seemed to be what interests me most out of what the Omniverse could offer.

I fell asleep quickly, and found myself in a dreamless sleep for the whole night.

[Yukki Kazuto]

I quickly headed to the street the the girl, who I had learned was named Cupa, had sent me to. I began asking people on the street if they had seen Scarlet, and I showed her picture to them as well. Most people brushed me off, ignoring me. A few people politely told me that they hadn’t seen her anywhere. Eventually I found one woman who told me that she was staying in a hotel close by. She showed me what hotel, and wished me luck in finding her.


I walked into the hotel, which wasn’t the best of places, but was still fairly decent in terms of luxury. I’d say it was about the quality of a three star hotel. Somewhere that wasn’t going to cost a kidney per night, but also isn’t going to be falling apart and have mold growing in it. I knew the type of place well. It was common for criminals with money to set up in places like these when away from their home base.


It allowed them somewhere to set up and organize their plans, and also served as a meeting place that they couldn’t be found at. Especially since there seemed to be no type of credit cards or other ways to track someone through the dataverse. However, it does strike me as odd that someone who could just summon money for anything they needed, wouldn’t set up shop in a private building, or in a place with more security.


Putting on my best charming face, I approached the front desk. A young girl sat behind the counter, and seemed to be more interested in what she was doing on her computer than anyone who walked in or out of the building. She wasn’t going to be much use at telling me who was in the building at any given moment, but maybe she would know who was staying in what rooms.


“Hi there! My name is Oliver Burns, and I’m looking for-” I was cut off by her holding a hand up.


“Give me a few minutes to finish this, okay?” She never looked away from her computer, not even to look up and see my face. She didn’t seem to be worried about me, as if she thought I wasn’t worth her time, or as if I wasn’t important enough to stop what she was already doing. A few minutes passed, and eventually she turned to me with an upset look on her face. “How may I assist you?”


I smiled at her, attempting to set her at ease. “Hi. I’m looking for this girl, have you seen her by any chance?” I showed her the picture of Scarlet, and she didn’t show any signs of recognition.


“No, I don’t think I have, sorry. Is there anything else I could help you with? Perhaps you would like a room?” She handed the picture back to me, her face completely blank.


I put the photo back in my pocket. “Can I see your current guest list?”


She shook her head. “I’m sorry, but that’s against our policy. I can’t help you.” Her eyes narrowed at me. “Why? Is this related to the girl you just showed me?”


I sighed, showing my disappointment. “I’m trying to find her for questioning. I believe she was involved in a robbery, and I have reason to believe that she is staying here with another person I know.” I drummed my fingers on the reception desk. “Is there anything I could do to see the guest list?”


The girl shook her head. “I’m sorry, but it’s against policy for me to tell you who is a guest in our establishment. I wish you the best of luck in your search though!” I didn't bother asking about Reuben, as I had no picture of him and didn't think it would help my cause to summon one right in front of her, especially since she didn't seem to want to help me anyway. As soon as I turned away from her, I heard her immediately go back to her computer.


Before I walked outside, I grabbed a newspaper off of a chair arm. Heading outside, I sat on a bench outside of the hotel and waited for someone I recognized to either show up or leave. I knew that at least Scarlet had to be here, and chances are she was working with Reuben as well. But hey, it wasn’t my job to stop them. My job was to get the items back. That thought stayed in my mind as I sat behind my newspaper.

Besides, it’s not like they were doing anything unexpected. They were criminals by trade after all.

[Yukki Kazuto]

Scarlet walked the streets of Costa de Sol aimlessly, not carrying anything on her except for herself and her clothes. She hadn’t even bothered to carry her PDA in case she was apprehended by Imperial forces. She didn’t know how much the police knew, or even how badly they wanted to stop her for that matter.


Reuben had convinced her to break into the store that the two of them had been in a few days earlier. It’s not that she had really objected. It was fun to get back to her criminal ways after a week of being a good little girl. Who said criminals weren’t allowed to have fun.


Scarlet had broken in at Reuben’s request, and stolen the sword that he had asked for, as well as a few flashbangs for herself. A secondary with no real ability to fight has to be able to escape somehow, right? She had missed the feeling of adrenaline running through her veins as she did something that was frowned upon by society at large, and the fact that she was risking her life only made it that much more fun to do.


She had taken the sword and flashbangs back to the hotel room that she and Reuben were working out of, and hadn’t bothered them since the initial robbery. She also made sure to steer clear of the store she stole from lest the owner recognize her from when she had broken in in the first place.


Scarlet spent most of her time on the beach now that she had free time. While it was mostly for pleasure, it didn’t hurt that the sooner she got a tan of some kind, the easier she would be able to blend in with the natives of Costa de Sol. Her pale skin often gave her away as an outsider to the region.


As it was nearing the end of the day, Scarlet began heading back to the hotel. When she didn’t have a reason to be out on the streets at night, she tried not to be, as criminals still lurked in the shadows. Wasn’t her mere presence in the city proof of that fact, considering what she had done?


She headed into the hotel, to carefree to bother checking her surroundings. Nobody was going to bother coming after her, after all, there was no evidence to connect her to the crime. Scarlet headed up to the third floor, and using the room key she had been given, opened the door to the room she and Reuben were in. She find Reuben already in the room, as it was apparent that he didn’t get out much.


“Scarlet, I’m glad you’re here. We’ve found a buyer for the sword, and you’ll take it down to him tomorrow.” Reuben told her, with a tone that was that of someone who was clearly excited about something. Was that what he had been doing, looking for a buyer?


Before Scarlet could grab her PDA and respond, she heard the door slam behind her. Turning around, she was stunned to see who was standing there, holding a small black firearm to her face.


Yukki stood with one hand carrying his gun and the other hand leaning on the wall, obviously displeased with what he saw. He face was that of a smirk, and he looked directly at Reuben as he introduced himself to the room.


“Sup?”

[Yukki Kazuto]

The room remained silent for a few moments as everyone took in the situation. After about a few minutes of silence, I holstered my weapon. “Look, Reuben. I don’t want to fight you. I’m just going to take what I came for, and we’re all going to walk away from this just fine.” I put both my hands up showing I meant no harm to anyone in the room.


Reuben tensed his arms as I stepped forward. “Yukki, nobody invited you here, and you’re certainly not going to walk away with our things.” I watched his wrists carefully, waiting to see the blades come out. As long as his blades were still put away, I would still have the chance to pull my weapon out.


I took another step forward, slowly. I was now about halfway to Reuben and the sword that was next to him. I didn’t see the flashbangs anywhere, but it’s not like those were the main item sI was after anyway. While I had been hired to acquire all the items, I believed that as long as I recovered the sword, my patron would probably be happy with that. After all, it was his masterpiece, and was the main reason that I had been hired in the first place.


Though, I didn’t expect to be in a hotel room facing Reuben for it…


“Reuben, you know that it doesn’t belong to you, and you have no right to take it and sell it. There are two ways that this can go. Either you can give me the sword, and we can all walk away peacefully. Or, you can deny me the sword, and I come back with the police.” I waited where I was, and lowered my hands back to my sides. I knew how Reuben operated. I had to hope what he was offered for the sword wasn’t enough to outway dealing with the police.


“You stand there and degrade me for this, and you used to do the exact same thing for us! You have no right to criticize Scarlet and my actions! Who are you to walk into our room uninvited, demand to take items in our possession, and threaten us with the police when we don’t willingly give up our items?” Reuben was beginning to get a little hot headed, which was good for me. Or maybe it was bad for me. I wasn’t exactly sure yet.


I took another step towards him. We were now within arm’s reach of each other. “Look, I’m going to level with you here. This isn’t a hunt against you, or because I hate you, or anything like that. I was hired to find the sword, and it’s something I intend to complete. Whether that means taking you out or not is entirely up to you.” I reached out and put my hand down on the sword. He did nothing to stop me, and instead, turned away from me.


“Fine. But I don’t want to see you interfering with my work again.” He said looking out the window. “Oh, and we’re going to be here for awhile in case you want to see Scarlet or something.” I heard a small ding come from the corner. Scarlet held up her PDA for me to see.


“Please come get me when you can. He is horrible to me. He doesn’t do anything physical, but he essentially treats me like a second class citizen.” I placed my hand on Scarlet’s head.


“I’ll come get you kid. Just give me time to set up somewhere.” I walked out of the hotel, carrying the sword in my hand.


Doing my best to avoid the police on the street so that I didn’t have to explain why I was carrying a sword down the street in the middle of the night, I found my way back to the store that the owner had hired me to return the sword to. I knocked on the door, and when the owner opened it, I showed him the item that I had been hired to retrieve.


“Oh, thank you so much for returning my masterpiece to me. It means so much to have it back where it belongs.” I accepted the payment, and didn’t bother suggesting to him that he might want to get a better lock. With any luck he’d lose it again and hire me to track it back down.


I realized after I departed the shop, that I would need a home of some kind. And if the Crimson Militia ever get up off the ground, we were going to need a base of some kind. I summoned the jet ski that had originally let me come back to Costa de Sol after my exploration into the deep sea with the golden coin. Using it to get around, I explored different islands away from Costa de Sol to make a base at.


After spending the rest of the night and most of the day looking across the different islands, I finally found one that would suffice for my purposes. A small island, only about a thousand square feet or so. Beaches around the edge, with it being mostly grassland towards the middle section of the island. No trees to get in the way of what I wanted to create.


I created a building made out of stone bricks, based on the center of the island. The building was two stories, with a single staircase on the inside. Windows dotted around the edges of the building on both floors. When you first walk into the building, you enter on the ground floor, into a large meeting room with an ovular table in the middle and chairs around it. In the middle of the table was a hologram projector, so that images could be displayed to the table.


Also on the bottom floor, branching off of the meeting room, was an armory where weapons could be stored, a room with several bunk beds in it for faction members that need somewhere to stay, a storage room for items such as consumables, potions, and food, and a currently empty room where any upgrades will go when get the ability to create them.


A single staircase leads to the upstairs portion of the base, and it’s up here where it looks less like a faction base and more like a normal home. It has two bedrooms, a kitchen, and an office, all of which are generally forbidden from your average faction member. I hope to oneday get a home somewhere else, and open the top floors up to the rest of the faction, but for now, that’s just not a possibility.


I walked throughout the base I had created, examining everything from the weapon racks I had created to the storage boxes to the hologram projector. I found everything to be in perfect working order. Now it was official.


The Crimson Militia had officially been formed.

Now if only I could convince people to join it…