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It was raining.

It rained alot in the undercity, a droning drizzle that was just heavy enough to be depressing, but not enough to wash the filth from the gutters. the scientists said that the vapor created by the Upper city's gravity engines created alot of rainclouds, but the cynics said it was just another hardship, a cruel bit of tourture the Conclave cooked up just to keep the citizens of the undercity down.

The crowds milled about, it was late afternoon but the city was already dim as if it were dusk, the colors wer all muted and grayed, as if they very atompsphere leeched away color, a variety of creatures walked about, lions and tigers and bears...oh s**t. Among them there was the occasional gleam of silver and a frantic break in the crowd as a group of Gentech soliders continued thier intermittent patrols of thier 'subjects'.

It was just another day for everyone, the crowd seperated again, but it wasnt terror that pushed them apart, but rather uneasiness.

The people stepped away from a tall woman in a dark leather hooded duster, the droning rain pattering off the upturned hood and running down the gloosy tails of the coat, Burning yellow eyes glowed with a baleful light from within the shadows of the hood, She was beautiful, her features strong but perfectly proportioned, her choppy black hair falling messily about her face, her skin was the color of fresh blood, a deep devil red, from under the hem of the hood arched a pair of twisted blakc horns, craning close over her skull for a foot and a half in forobding but graceful athstetics. her figure was like a vision....and a nightmare, from the waist up she had perfectly prioportioned curves, hard muscle replaces the usual femme softness, breasts that were not too small nor too large, covered by a high necked halter top, but from the waist down....her legs were jointed in three places like an animal, long and powerfully muscled they were obviously desgiend for speed and agility, her feet were unshod, the large two toed pads were heavily callused. from under the tails of her coat came a tail of a different flavor, a long musclar, whiplike tail that ended in a demonic spade, it toosed back and forth fretfully.

Her name was Baalia, and was something of a local celebirty, the only myrran of her Genotype in known history, she is treated with distrust by all but a select few, and fear by more, she continued on her way, heading for the club district.

"Damn rain, if the Elementals were mericiful that would just open the spigot and wash this hellhole away." came a rich, melodious voice from under the hood, a taloned hand brushed a lock of hair back from her eyes as she approched a neon sign that read 'The Cat's Cradle' it was a popular nightspot for technoravers and drunks alike, it was famous for being the lone venue for the tracks of a mystirious singer.

In front of the formidable door was an even more formidable Myrran, seven and a half feet tall easy he was a knot of corded muscle, scales and teeth, with a chest built like a refridgerator and biceps as big around as an average mans torso, he kept most people in line, he was a reptilian myrran, his DNA type was easily traced back to a Komondo dragon and Crocodile spliced ancestory, he wore a out fit of loose cargo pants and a black t-shirt, steel plated gloves covering his massive hands, Baalia walked up to the forboding knot of testosterone with a wry smile on her face, the massive reptile looked down at her, and his maw curled back in a fang filled grin 'Oy! Baali! tis' good to see you!" he rumbled and wrapped the red skinned woman in a spine cracking bear hug. Baalia winced and smiled weakly "Its nice to see you too Mike...could you please let go? Your crushing my ribcage"

The mammoth Myrran blushed visably and set her down, she winced and popped her back back into place "So you come to help Thom set up?" he asked, stepping away from the door, Ballia nodded, slipping under the over hang and shaking out her coat "he siad he would give me a bonus if i helped him restock after that barfight last night" Mike grinned and cracked his knuckles 'yeah, them Bear Myrrens think they are the big dogs, bah they crack just like everyone else." he said, a mischevious grin on his lips. Baalia looked at him and sighed 'One of these days your going to get in over your head Scales" Mike clapped her on the shoulder and nearly drove her to her knees "and one of these days that temper of yours is going to get you shot Devil lady"

Baalia lean up on the tips of her toes and placed a kiss on Mike's scaled snout "maybe, but I'd rather not think about it" she slipped past the massive man "If we need any help moving the Liquor shelves, I'll call you" she said and slipped inside.

Once inside she proceeded tothe bar, ahnging her coat on a hook behind the bar, she turned aroudn and bumped into a solid object with a small 'oof!'. she looked up and spied an calm, pleasent face of a agede myrran. "Oh, Thom! you snuck up on me" she said.

Thom was an older myrran of about mid fourties, His genotype was oviously feline, but with more human then cat, his features were human but his skin tone was a deep gray, his face was wrinkled and lined with stress and his short cropped hair was Iron gray, he smiled "Well lets get to it".

They spent the next six hours, with a little help from Mike, getting the bar back together, just in time for opening.

Mike eyeballs the rather clumsy man in the silly get up, "Dear Fire, the Gentechs are going to eat this one for breakfast' he muttered under his breath and shifted his weight as he moved to the man and reached down and grasped the man by the shoulder straps holding the Pauldrons onto his armor, with an effortless tug he heaved the mud-spattered human to his feet.....and two feet in the air, then set him down on the sidewalk.

"You need to be more careful friend, or th' pick pockets will run off with your creditchip" he says, wiping the mud on his gaunlets on his pants and giving the strange man a critical look "You go around dressed in sheet metal as some kinda kink or sumthin'?" he asked in his deep, thunderous voice, a wry grin on his face, he was intimidating to say the least, Topping the size of some of the rouge Jin'Kazar that raid the shacks on the outercity limits from time to time.

He extends a gautleted hand larger then the strange mans head "Names Mike, Mike Alexius, My friends call me Scales."

~in front of bar~

"wow your a big one!"
the man quickly straightens his back and trys to make his voice as deep as possiable, only to end up coughing.
"names William, thanks for pulling me out of the mud. I dont have a credchip to lose" begins to rub the back of his head, then notices the big mans outstretched hand. "Well! not many people shake hands anymore." a large smile crosses his face. he claps the mikes hand with supriseing strength. "nice to meet ya! im guessing you work at this bar" says william with mikes hand still in his. Any job openings? i really need some new armor." william looks at his shabby armor and hangs his head.

Morgana made it back home. When she walked in the dorr she was dripping from head to toe. She looked sad and pathetic. Morgana put up the items she had gotten and then looked for her master. She found him sleeping. She let out a sigh of relief.

Morgana went over the the bathroom and undressed herself. She had to get out of the wet clothes. She towled herself dry, slightly humming as she did so. Suddenly there was and apperation in the Door way. The hair on her back stood on end.

She turned around to see her master standing there with a shitty grin on his face. "I'm glad your back." He said looking over her now naked body.

Mike walks ovre and hefts the steel keg onto his shoulder and walks it over to its stand, Baalia ildy pulls her drenched top over her head, wearing only a tight black sports bra that stood starkly out against her devil red skin, she wipes her brow "I'm something of a uniqe person" she says, idly rubbing her horns, she smiled wryly at the shabbily attired man "well I'm sorry but we have a no armor or weapons policy at the cats cradle, Mike can take that off you and give you some street clothes to wear while your here, I'll keep any weapons you have in the Vault in back until you are ready to leave" she started walking towards the Dj station 'I'm Baalia, I'm the DJ and assitant manager here at the Cat's Cradle" she says, her multi joited legs giving her movemntts a graceful, hip swaying gait, her tail dacning behind her as she walked, its spaded tip cutting through the air.....stragnly sexy but undeniably dangouer, she had the usual Barcode tattoos all Myrrans had on her left shoulder and the back of her neck "Eliath will be here shortly, he can make you a drink if you like"

Mike came back and tapped the devil woman on the shoulder 'baali, this is William, he's looking for a job" Baalia turned and arched a ebon brow "Well...we dont really need much help, Unless you know anything about fixing machinery."

Baalia noddeda dn rubbed her chin with a taloned hand, an empty gun holster at her right hip "Hmmm, Our Cooling unit for the Kegs and Food storage has been acting up, Mike here does'nt have the fine dexderity to fix it-' she said, giving him a sardonic look out of the corner of her eye, the Seven foot Eght Juggernaut Smiled sheepishly and held up his massive hands 'Can I help it if my fingers are the size of Hot link Sausages?" Baalia patted his scaled arm affectionatly "And my exertise is limited to Electronics, Eliath can pretty much only either fix you a drink or fix you, He's the certified medic here, so any on the job injury will be attended to by him, dont let his agefool you, good kid there"
Age, there was something interesting to think of, She had the most human Features of any myrran to date, and appeared to be in her mid twenties "Our Vault locks also dont seem to want to close..." she smiles, a fitting devilish glint coming into her eyes 'Tell you what, If you can Fix the cooling unit on the Keg Mikey just moved, Your hired." Mike went into the back office and came back out in a moment with a pair of large Spacers pants and a Sleevless shirt 'Sorry if thier a bit loose, your a big fella and My clothes are the only ones that might even fit you' he said, setting the clothes down on the bar

Baalia walked up and started to cyle the holo panels on the DJ station 'As for the drinks, Not drinking is a mark in your favor, but I'll still give you the standard line, if you are working, you can have one Alchoholic drink a night, Clear?" she smiled again 'If you are Hungry Mike can fix you some food, He's a fair cook as long as you like your meat rare, And as you are obviously new to the Undercity, I'll arrange for you to stay in our Loft for the time being, then have Eliath find me a small apartment for you later, your starting pay is 9.55 Denari an hour plus commission for repair costs."

Morgana turned around at the voice of her master. There he stood in the door way, with that look he gets. She lifted her gaze to meet his. The towel wascovering portions of her body, but not entirely. Her master slowly walked over to her, the smile still on his face. MOrgana sat there emtionless, turning herself off inside. Her master grabed her by the arm lifting her up, He dragged her to the bedroom and had his way with her, roughly. After they were finished He laid next to her breathing heavely.

Morgana got up and went to her closet and got dressed. "Master?"

"What?" He answered gruffly.

"May I go out tonight?" She asked timidly.

"What for?"

"Because I would like to get out of this house."

"I have things to do. CAn I trust you?"

Morgana quickly nodded a yes.

"Good, you know what would happen if you tried to leave."

Morgana nodded another yes.

"VEry well, But be home by One."

Morgana smiled and began to get ready to have a night on the town By herself. She hadn't expected this, but it had been a while since she last tried to disobey him. What a reward.