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Large obsidian crystals sat infront of a water fountain and gigantic window. The room was more like a mansion for the rich. It wasn't the top floor either, and that's a luxury because it was just that high class and cheap.
"Man man man, " a woman wearing a mask up to her eyes lightly aimed a pistol at the monitor, "now isn't this cool," a raspy voice continue, "that's priceless." A scoundrel with a unique vibroblade stood with his left fist near his elbow, and his the hilt and his palm facing his face. The helt curved down similar to the pistol the woman had. It was placed where the blade stood. A of gold metal guard stood then curved halfway past the index finger. The blade snapped his wrist turned creating a rotation for a second snap.
"Some faces may remember me, but I've owned a couple of well tradable businesses," an older man about fifty years old took a moment to laugh to himself, "well I'm back, and business is booming." He smugly gestured to his friends, "If she shot the TV you'll think we were evil, no just really simple people with a simple goal, stock and currency." The stream to the helmet continued, "we've sat down with a few stars, entertainers, musicians, and moguls to present a tour of events dedicated to the high class and elegant party lifestyle that we live." The older man gestured back to the woman, "Luckyshot," the woman shot the camera, and the holonet stream ended.
"Man man man, " a woman wearing a mask up to her eyes lightly aimed a pistol at the monitor, "now isn't this cool," a raspy voice continue, "that's priceless." A scoundrel with a unique vibroblade stood with his left fist near his elbow, and his the hilt and his palm facing his face. The helt curved down similar to the pistol the woman had. It was placed where the blade stood. A of gold metal guard stood then curved halfway past the index finger. The blade snapped his wrist turned creating a rotation for a second snap.
"Some faces may remember me, but I've owned a couple of well tradable businesses," an older man about fifty years old took a moment to laugh to himself, "well I'm back, and business is booming." He smugly gestured to his friends, "If she shot the TV you'll think we were evil, no just really simple people with a simple goal, stock and currency." The stream to the helmet continued, "we've sat down with a few stars, entertainers, musicians, and moguls to present a tour of events dedicated to the high class and elegant party lifestyle that we live." The older man gestured back to the woman, "Luckyshot," the woman shot the camera, and the holonet stream ended.