Intro: Strange, beautiful, deadly

"I'm Trinia" the girl answers Alex. "My guess is you were shot down because the people have been made aware and there's riots going on, so your transaction couldn't take place in secrecy. There's a lot more troops than the three you saw, but you might be lucky in that. If you're headed for the starport, perhaps security has been loosened to allow for more troops to hit the street and control the crowds."

"I have my studio, but it's kinda small" she smiles. "Gonna be a bit crammed if you all pour in, but you're welcome. Heads up though, I can't put you up for the night if that's what you mean. Might not have to though, making a break for it soon during all the chaos might be your best shot."

Dan'lo finds his suit still intact and good to go for another four hours or so. This also makes him realize that unless provided with a new suit or some kind of respirator, spending the night on Aphrodite Prime is most likely out of the question.

The girl looks at Killdare, her shoulders slumped in disappointment. "I'm afraid that unless you brought something like that with you, it won't be readily available. We are a culture of artists, it's not like guns and explosives could be easily found in the first place, plus Shen most likely has all that rounded up for his troops. This resistance... look, it's more of a fightback against his propaganda, calling him out on his hypocricy. To be honest, I'm kind of surprised it even got people out on the street. They have nothing but their voices, maybe sticks and stones at best."

"You lot are resourceful. Maybe a bit too resourceful... I hate to agree with Shen's propaganda but I doubt anyone here would have ever throught of those items as anything else but art supplies" Trinia responds. "I don't know about leaders and resistance, but there's a friend or two I dared discuss about the risk of artistic stagnation that might come from prolonged isolation. Maybe they can point you towards the right direction?"

"What you people need are air condensers" she says with a nod, pointing at the respiratory device over her mouth and nose. "Right now you stand out as foreigners in these suits. Follow me!"

Trinia takes the lead and guides your group through alleys and less crowded pathways, avoiding open space as much as she can. You can't help but notice that the symmetrical way in which the city has been built provides precious few of those and were it not for a full-on riot drawing the attention away from you, navigating this place undetected would have been much harder. Eventually, she gets to a wall decorated with a beautiful tiled mural and presses some sort of hidden switch that opens up a trapdoor on the ground, inviting you in with her. It's an uncomfortable crawl for a few moments, especially doing it in the hazmat suits, but once on the other side, you find yourselves in some sort of storeroom with all kinds of supplies randomly thrown about, the mess a stark contrast to the strict symmetry you've been witnessing all this time. Trinia digs through the heaps of items and pulls out a few respiration devices like the one she has on and passes them to you, when another person joins you through some kind of different hidden entrance on the wall to your right. A man in, you presume, his mid 30s, dressed in practical clothing that's still kept in great condition, complete with his own respiration device.

"Who are you... aw, damn it, Trinia, what have you gotten yourself into this time?"