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[shivsandgiggles]

In the busy commercial district of the Nexus, there is an open market, selling anything from souvenirs to snacks to high-quality crafts. Cipher Fifteen meanders from stall to stall, looking at the wares on offer, not really looking for anything in particular.

That isn't to say he isn't looking for something, of course. Inspiration can be found in many places, and he hopes to find good ideas here. Or at least something to take home that might help his crewmates get along better.

The young Chiss stops in front of one of the market stalls, contemplating.

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[war_rig]

Here, Nexus. Have a dust-covered, exhausted-looking one-armed imperator in the Forum. She looks healthier and happier than in a very long time... or at least, not outwardly ready to kill everyone, which makes a hell of a change from the person she was even a month ago. But still, from the several weapons on her person and the brand on the back of her neck, probably not someone to try to try to push around.

Furiosa drops onto one of the Forum couches like a ton of bricks. She wipes her forehead with her hand, leaving a streak on her skin.

"If you had to make a better world, where would you start?"