The peak of Eukaronic living.

  The Imperial Conurbation is a large city spanning the size of a small country. Holding the Eukaronic architecture of a small country.

  Holding the Eukaronic architecture of truss-shaped skyscrapers, it also has regular housing and several plazas and market-sections.

  The centre of the city holds the Imperial Citadel.

  The Imperial Families residence and the military headquarters.

  Eukaron has been in chaos since the battle at Mauve Canyon. The government was outraged of foreign affairs not only taking place without imperial permission but that it would destroy an integral part of capital defense.

  Many of the motels located near the Canyon were destroyed - causing a crisis of homelessness and overpopulation for Hennafell City and Amarill.

  Arrests across Eukaron were skyrocketing - as the people begun to grow violet and develop a hatred for their Soul-Wielding brothers. Many extremist parties were going through the streets killing anyone who had an aura higher than someone of weak power. The police - while not directly involved, were letting a large amount of their crimes go unnoticed.

  Eukaron was slowly becoming a dangerous place for Soul-Wielders.

  It became clear.

  Any Soul-Wielders left in the cities had to leave. Including a certain bounty hunter from the North Region...

  Rakoji leaned on the railings of a skyrise bar, sipping his Jirubian Spirit as he watched the crowds below and the ships above.

  He had been mysteriously given access to the Conurbation ahead-of-time, presumably by the person he met during his time in Amarill, yet just a few days after he settled down, he was suddenly facing death threats and danger at every turn.

  Despite the turmoil of the people - the Imperial Conurbation was surprisingly serene and beautiful.

  Unlike Hennafell and Amarill, who were mutilated beyond recognition from the 11-year-war, the Conurbation has retained it's traditional Eukaron architecture.

  Gleaming Cirumite towers reaching as high as the towers, glowing clocktower windows being commonplace amongst the rich giving off a soft and constant purple glow on the platforms and walkways of the city.

  "'Tis a shame to leave so soon.." Rakoji muttered to himself, finishing his drink and walking away - putting his glass down on a random table.

  Walking inside the building - faint music and the chattering of the planet's elite became the background noise of the room.

  The music sounded electronic - yet had a heavy feel and theme of classical music, giving off an unnaturally haunting vibe for the room. The room was generally crowded, making Rakoji have to almost fight his way through the crowd to the elevator.

  As Rakoji got closer to the elevator - he failed to notice as the crowds begun to fade away, being replaced by private security and bodyguards.

  As he finally reached the elevator - it would ding to signal it's arrival, opening it's doors...

  "Scourge! Leaving so soon?" A tall Eukaronic elf would walk out, wearing an all-black suit with an armoured overcoat and wide-brimmed hat, similar to Rakoji. Behind him would be another male elf - yet much taller than average - clearly a guard.

  "Ahh, Prokir! I do apologise, but I do think I should retire for the night- I've had a bit too much to drink, you see! I can barely hold myself on my feet!"

  Rakoji forced a laugh before putting his mask back on.

  "Oh, but the party was just about to begin... bounty hunter..." 'Prokir' would be grinning, although his eyes shown a mixture of hatred and prejudice.

  The security would finally make themselves known to Rakoji, as they stepped behind and around him - unholstering their pistols. He was surrounded.

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  "This is a bit too much, Prokir. I was about to leave." Rakoji turned around, resting his hand on his holster in case things got violent. Which he wouldn't put past his luck, at this point.

  "Oh, I would love to let you go and continue your lifestyle of... What- running from nearly every government body in the galaxy, working for the very people you despise for ends meet?"

  Prokir laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry... was that a bit harsh? Did I struck a nerve somewhere in you? I did read your file when White Eye declassified you after their attempted assassination. Pathetic, really! Not even a failing govvy body wants you around!" The group began to circle around Rakoji, some laughing with their boss, others watching intently at him.

  "I thought we were friends, Prokir."

  Rakoji gritted his teeth - his left hand resting on his hip while his right still rested on his holster.

  "Your kind has been nothing but a threat to Eukaron! Your very existence on this world is a threat to every man, woman and child! And after your kind decided to mutilate the Mauve Canyon- my opinion has become a lot more popular."

  Prokir rested his hand on his holster in return.

  "My wife was killed by the shockwave of Soul-Energy from whatever that... gah!- thing your kind were doing!.. Passed through the Cirumite walls of her motel room and crushed her against her wardrobe.."

  "Prokir, I'm not one of them! I'm a bounty hunter for gods-sake!" Rakoji would glance around the room - 5, 6, 7- 8 bodyguards around him. "I don't care about your opinion on Soul-Wielders!" He glanced around the room.

  "And I don't care about your wife. Just let me go, and this can all end peacefully!"

  Prokir would would look genuinely shocked before flashing an evil grin.

  "You know, with the collapse of our economy from the war-- the amount of money Nextellar has on you would be well enough to buy me a seat in the government.."

  Prokir would pull his overcoat away - resting his plum-blue hand on his pistol holster.

  Rakoji was on the 111th floor and surrounded-- and now in a standoff. While the past weeks he'd been dwelling on the mystery of those who contacted him, Rakoji now finally had a reason to let loose his favourite thing to do..

  A flash of green and blue light appeared in Rakoji's hand, as HYPERVOLVER formed. In a few seconds, he'd twirl on his foot and shoot three of the guards behind him - sparing one for now.

  "Open fire!" Prokir yelled, pulling his pistol out and beginning to shoot towards the bounty hunter - the bodyguards following suite.

  Rakoji would laugh as he ducked under a few bullets- spinning on his heel to be behind the guard he spared - kicking them square in the back, knocking them into Prokir and a fewb odyguards - the body absorbing some shots.

  Sprinting backwards into the balcony, he grabbed a drinks cart - flipping it before shooting it with HYPERVOLVER, launching it straight into a bodyguards head, a loud cracking noise and a scream entailing.

  "YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET TALKING ABOUT MY WIFE, YOU BASTARD!" Prokir yelled, shooting Rakoji in the back - catching him out as the bounty hunter moved to cover behind a pillar.

  "HNG--!" He'd press against the pillar - groaning again from the pain before shooting around the corner the pillar formed, hitting one of the bodyguards as they moved to cover.

  .:. Damn... I should've--"

  A bodyguard would throw a grenade towards the pillar - it rolling and clattering just in front of Rakoji.

  "PLANNED AHEAD!" He'd pull his overcoat, laced with Cirumite and other protective fibres, over his body to try and avoid the blast.

  Rakoji would go flying back against the balcony, cracking the glass and denting the railing as he'd lean against it - stunned for a moment.

  A nasty burn formed on his shins and hands, forcing him to desummon HYPERVOLVER.

  "JUST GIVE UP, SCOURGE! THIS LITTLE FIREFIGHT YOU WANTED IS JUST DELAYING THE INEVITABLE!" Prokir yelled from a bit of cover formed by the grenade.

  Rakoji looked down to the ground below, for a moment thinking he may not be getting out of this one.

  "BESIDES, IT'LL GET ME RICH AND YOU A DISTINCT COFFIN IN THE CITADEL! IT'S A WIN-WIN!"

  Suddenly, a ship would come into-view, flying close to the skyscraper - most likely to please the oblivious guests on lower floors.

  The bodyguards would begin to approach Rakoji, aiming their guns at him - waiting for Prokir to give the word.

  "'LL GIVE YOU THIS...! I DID NOT EXPECT YOU TO DESTROY YOUR OWN BUSINESS FOR ONE MAN!"

  "Call us stubborn, Scourge!"

  "HHHhh.. Although-- you didn't seem to plan ahead.." Rakoji mumbled - his charismatic and confident exterior cracking under the burns on his hands.

  "You see- while we Soul-Wielders are dangerous, not everything about us can be used to harm!"

  "...You shouldn't have rented a cruiser to flyby your skyscraper, jackass!"

  "What is he on about--"

  Rakoji would grab the railings tightly with his hands - wincing under the cold against his damaged skin, before jumping upwards - jumping up in the air and over the railing, jumping off the balcony.

  "WHAT THE FUCK!?" Prokir ran up to the railing, looking down at Rakoji, who was just freefalling.

  "YOU IDIOT, THE FUCK ARE YOU DOI--"

  Prokir's head would suddenly explode, as the distinct sound of HYPERVOVLER would scare the bodyguards back from the railing.

  .:. Bang, bitch... .:.

  Rakoji grinned - desummoning HYPERVOLVER before his hands pain became unbearable, spinning onto his front and looking over to the ship.

  He'd vanish-step onto the ship as it passed from under him, avoiding any pain from the impact of just falling onto it, resting on his stomach for a bit as he rolled - looking back at the skyscraper he just fell from.

  Prokir's hands recoiled upwards to his face before going limp- his torso falling over the railing, being quickly followed by his entire body from the weight.

  First my jacket, now my fucking gloves.." Rakoji muttered, before rolling onto his back and looking up at the sky. The ship was on-course to fly over the sector Rakoji parked in.

  He'd take his mask off - taking in the fresh air before closing his eyes, having a solid hour of flight before the ship made it across the span of the city.

  "...Fuck..."