Magic has no place in this world (private)

Tsaria gazed out of the rain spattered window as the monorail she was riding in sped through the gigantic cityscape of Mars Colony VI. Advertisements proclaimed new deals on holo-phones, magical scrolls, and flashy new laser weaponry. The bright adverts were the only splashes of color in the gray environment, and the juxtaposition showed just how bleak this city was. But the blue-haired elf couldn't think about that right now. Her mind was entirely focused on the person who had asked her to meet with them (your character). An illegal tech dealer such as herself had to be careful, and there was no telling whether this might be a government spy or not, but she would have to take the chance.

The monorail came to a halt, and Tsaria stepped out into the empty arrival station, a black satchel in her hand. She waited there, motionless, until the monorail moved on again. Then she began to walk deeper into the dark, abandoned platform. "I know you're here," she said, her voice echoing ominously. "I got you message, and I have the goods. Come out hwere I can see you...Jay." she had done business with the eccentric inventor before, and knew the signs of her presence.

Tsaria smirked. She dropped the package on the ground and gave it a gentle kick, sending it sliding across the floor up to the other elf's feet. "Here are the goods. Hope you have my money. I've got to pay rent, you know, and the high rise apartment isn't cheap."

"No problem," Tsaria said, picking up her bag and looking inside. After a few seconds, she grunted in approval and slung it over her shoulder. "Thanks. Now, I'll just be go-" suddenly, seemingly from nowhere, dozens of armed men and women appeared, the Colony IV peacekeeping symbol emblazoned on their chests. "Get down!" one of them, a gigantic ogre, yelled. "You're both under arrest for illegal black market dealings!"

"Nice try, little girl," the ogre said. "But the clients tipped us off to your little tricks." Tsaria paused. "Wait...you're not here on police duty. You're here because someone hired you!" "Bngo, sweetheart," the ogre replied, sneering. "Cuff 'em." Two officers lowered their weapons and approached the elves, handcufss at the ready.

The ogre commander coughed as the clouds of smoke emerged. "Waste them!" He yelled. The police opened fire into the cloud.

Tsaria was breathing hard, heart thumping as bullets whizzed by her ear. When Jay grabbed her han, she obeyed the other elf's orders and followed her immediately.

"Mansion?" Tsaria exclaimed. "You have a mansion?" Only then did it occur to her how little she actually knew of this elf. "Alright," she said, composing herself. "But we also need to find out who tipped off the police, and who bought them out, and why." If only her gang had come with her, Tsaria might be able to get them working on it. To that end, she said, "I need to calk some people. Lead the way while I do so...please." she wasn't used to asking nicely for things.

As they walked, Tsaria dialed the second in command of her little gang. After a few seconds, the call was received and a gruff, worried voice came through the speaker. "Boss? What is it? You never call when you're on a job." Gerard was her second in command, and as reliable an ogre as you could find. Strangely for his species, he was also supremely intelligent, making him a perfect lieutenant. "Hey, Gerry," she said, running a hand through her hair as she followed her fellow elf. "Listen, lock in on my com signal. Then grab the others and follow it. We should be in a posh mansion when you reach us. I'll tell the client to let you in." "Alright," gerard said, sounding worried. "Did you run into something on the job?" "Just a whole lot of trouble," Tsaria replied. Than she closed the com and caught up with Jay.

Tsaria stared at Jay a bit suspiciously. "I just hope I'm not leading them into something too dangerous," she commented casually, trying not to sound accusatory. "Hopefully they'll get wherever we're going safely." She had no reason to believe that Jay had been the one responsible for the attack, but nothing was impossible.

Tsaria took hi hand without hesitation, stepping into the car. She was, after all, a black market dealer. She had mingled with every race under the sun. There was even a human in her gang. "Swanky car," she commented, eyeing the plush interiornof the limo. Her dealer's eye was.trying to estimate the value of this luxury vehicle. The seat cushions alone could feed her and her friends for a month.