Blarby

You take your leave from the abandoned hideout, the chemicals in tow.

Quickly getting it stored in the van, you speed off out of the rough part of town, but not too fast to attract attention.

Even the streets now are eerily empty, and you can't help but feel like this is actually a bad omen.

You finally leave the territory of the chemtech revolution and pull out onto the main street of the Greenlight District.

Up in the distance, you see the same flashing lights of Nexus Security doing their routine stops.

However, you realize that the car they are checking is graffitied and covered front to back in spikes and rivets, the windows glowing with a strange neon color.

You realize too late as the entire checkpoint erupts in a massive explosion of chaotic and vibrant hues of pink, blue, green, and many more shades, consuming the security truck and all of the enforcers in the blast.

Shrapnel and debris flies in all directions, and there is a loud crash on the front of the van, and the windshield is streaked in blood, cracking as the vehicle's hood crumples.

Then, you see what it is that has collided into you.

The bloody Rengor head of Officer Goldo, still inside its visored helmet, stares blankly up at you.

And that is where we'll end the session.